Belle of the Baller!

If you live in Southeastern North Carolina, you know what type of fragrant mess Wilmington just hosted. Everyone else, listen up: We have azaleas. It's a flower. We have tons and tons of azaleas. We have so many azaleas that in 1948 we decided to have an azalea celebration.

It's called the Azalea Festival. Unsurprisingly, it's a festival. Of azaleas. And teenage girls dressed up all-fancy-like. And funnel cakes. And alligator meat on a stick. And garden parties. With azaleas. Tons of azaleas. 

In the midst of all the madness, we played dress up this year and tried to blend in with civilized Southern society.

If you're not in the area, come down and play next year! Skip through the 'gator fields. Run through the funnel cake meadows. Smell the damn flowers. Lovin' on you, world.