While Wills and Kate were enjoying a posh party with 300 of their closest friends, Eddie, the boys and I were on our way to the Vidalia Onion Festival, which included a rodeo.
Here’s a photo essay.
Jesus is in the market for a stuffed member of the Rat Pack?
Vidalia, the Sweet Onion City
- The city’s bounty comes in regular and jumbo sizes, and in five-, 10- or 25-pound bags. I chose a 10-pounder.
The city's harvest dipped in batter and drowned in oil. Yum! Dominic is not so sure.
Paramedics at the rodeo. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
The boys enjoy an up-close-and-personal view of cow hide.
Nothing says "festival" quite like a funnel cake.
And nothing says "festival in the country" quite like boiled peanuts. Gideon likes them too!
Ridin' and ropin' with a generous helping of Toby Keith and Garth Brooks over the loudspeaker.
Where have all the cowgirls gone? Here, "cloverleafing" around barrels.
The rodeo was entertaining, even though the cowboys and cowgirls were high school students and not professionals.
Everyone we talked to kept inviting us to the “street dance.” I don’t know what that was, but we didn’t go. We had already been a little spooked by the first thing we heard upon arriving:
We need parents to help out with the goats, please.
That’s not something I’ll bet Wills and Kate heard at their soirée.
Observe and report 
Sweet Vidalia! Holy Onion, Batman, this looks great! We were just talking about rodeos!
Did the rodeo live up to the talk?
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I know! That’s why we took them. Sadly, they have the attention span of a sand gnat. Looking for ants in the dirt became a bigger draw. Sigh.
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Brian and I went to the Vidalia Onion Festival a few years ago. I still have my little blown-glass onion. We saw some of the street dance, but missed the rodeo. Now I feel complete.
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