What the hell did I ever do to deserve not knowing about this before it happened? (That was rhetorical – I know quite well what I’ve done, and it involved Irish whiskey, women’s clothing, and shaved Dutch monkeys.)
My friend Courtney just shot me a link to a Washington Post article about Camp Bacon, which happens to be the only kind of summer camp I’d be interested in (unless you turn back time until I was 15 and let me go to the camp in the movie Little Darlings, with Kristy McNichol and Tatum O’Neal).
According to their Facebook page (that I now like, so maybe I’ll be able to hit the 2011 version), it’s a weekend festival in Ann Arbor, Michigan that celebrates bacon, as well as curers, writers, and lovers of same.
And yes, it would have totally been worth the drive.
