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Prescott is pronounced like Triscuit. Triscuit's are delicious. You know what else is delicious?
Everything at the Prescott Brewing Company. We had soup in a Beer Bread Boulle and soft
pretzels with some delicious dipping stuff that was full of all good things!
PBC is located in a nifty little 3 level shopping center filled with some cool clothing shops, a delightful stationary store, and my new favorite place in the whole world. Olive U Naturally. Flavor infused balsamic vinegars and olive oils. I bought Cinnamon Pear Balsamic that I literally want to drink straight out of the bottle. So very good.
We wandered around lovely downtown Prescott and looked at some crazy art and had some TCBY. Cheryl and I have a tendency to make up stories about people we see out in the world. The owner of the TCBY for instance has just about had enough with "Brian" and his little harem coming in and paying with nickels and dimes and not knowing what they want. And he just wants his order of hot fudge to get to his shop on time and if one more person uses his private bathroom without buying some sort of frozen yogurt treat he is going to lose his cool in a serious way.
Anywho!
I had been reading a book with a crazy man that saw crosses everywhere and claimed that he was making good choices because the crosses led him in the right direction.
I was a little concerned when we were driving through a strange little podunk town with one heckuva of a dentists office. But then... I started seeing these:
They were EVERYWHERE. So I knew we were on a good path. Or that's what I would have thought if I was a crazy serial killer. Which I'm not. Obviously.
Then we posed with a buffalo.
Also here's a creepy llama:
And a creepy stalker picture of Justin Timberlake that looks more like Ryan Phillippe but Really it's Justin Timberlake. Promise.
And that was Prescott! It was lovely and wonderful and filled with just enough crazy.
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