A couple weeks ago we went to The Art of Barbecue. One of the law firms we work for was kind enough to invite our office to their tent for dinner, and it was DELICIOUS. (Might I mention that they were last year's corporate champs.) While we were there, Lola had her first encounter with a clown. She basically freaked out. Mr. Clown was kind enough to not be insulted, and he made her a balloon flower which she "loved" (by that I mean, hugged and chewed on) so much that it didn't even make it home before deflating.