Fair Blogging (as in State Fair, cows & such)
Took kidlets, who shall be known henceforth as Dudeboy and Princess, to the State Fair tonight. Dudeboy met several people he knew including #56 on his high school football team and one of the cheerleaders. Princess saw her old music teacher from her elementary school, and we saw friends from church that we just happened to run into. Basically friend has 2 kids, we walked in the entry after paying .98c to get in (promotion from local radio station at, yes, 98FM) & said wouldn't it be cool if they were here. Half an hour later, here they come wandering down the midway.
Bought both kids a wristband for $25.00, which allows you to ride as many rides as many times as you like with the exceptions of the inflatables (the big Titanic blow-up slide thingy) and the bumper boats. I have always been curious how the ticket thing worked. Do they equal out to like a dollar a ticket? If you have worked as a carny & know things like that, leave a comment if you don't mind.
One of the other great things about going to the fair is the incredible sampling of cultures and dress that can be observed just by sitting in a prime location (usually next to the funnel cake/sausages/cotton candy stand, of which there are several). Redneck culture is in high evidence; redneck being defined as girls having on skintight babydoll shirts and jeans or mini-skirts (whether they can get away with it or not) and men wearing sleeveless t-shirts and baseball caps, usually with two or more children in tow. The best one I personally saw was a young woman about 25 years of age wearing a red stretchy tank top and low-rise jeans, with about 50 lbs hanging out between. She did not look pregnant. Try picturing that and going to sleep tonight. In her defense, somebody somewhere told her she looked good in that & that's why she wore it, I'm sure.
Another priceless one was the fortyish redhead with a black stretch tank (what is it with the friggn Tank Tops? jeez..) and a black denim miniskirt with calf length biker boots. There was also the young lady in a just above the knee flowered dress with heels about 4 inches high. Makeup and hair on selected individuals was something to be seen to be believed. Men, on the other hand, were in everything from paint-spattered blue jeans & torn off sleeveless shirts to a couple of bewildered Indian nationals in button-down shirt & tie being shown around by a guy in a polo shirt and khakis.
HELLO. IT'S A FAIR. OUTSIDE. USUALLY HOT. YOU ARE GOING TO BE WALKING. AND SWEATING. Ladies, the makeup will come off, the hairspray will just attract bugs & I'd laugh my ass off as I help you up when you fall off your 4 inch heels. Men, your loafers are gonna kill you at the end of the night unless the shoes are well broken in. However, people like this make my fair experience memorable by their very presence and it would be very boring if they were not there. People watching is really fun.
Bought both kids a wristband for $25.00, which allows you to ride as many rides as many times as you like with the exceptions of the inflatables (the big Titanic blow-up slide thingy) and the bumper boats. I have always been curious how the ticket thing worked. Do they equal out to like a dollar a ticket? If you have worked as a carny & know things like that, leave a comment if you don't mind.
One of the other great things about going to the fair is the incredible sampling of cultures and dress that can be observed just by sitting in a prime location (usually next to the funnel cake/sausages/cotton candy stand, of which there are several). Redneck culture is in high evidence; redneck being defined as girls having on skintight babydoll shirts and jeans or mini-skirts (whether they can get away with it or not) and men wearing sleeveless t-shirts and baseball caps, usually with two or more children in tow. The best one I personally saw was a young woman about 25 years of age wearing a red stretchy tank top and low-rise jeans, with about 50 lbs hanging out between. She did not look pregnant. Try picturing that and going to sleep tonight. In her defense, somebody somewhere told her she looked good in that & that's why she wore it, I'm sure.
Another priceless one was the fortyish redhead with a black stretch tank (what is it with the friggn Tank Tops? jeez..) and a black denim miniskirt with calf length biker boots. There was also the young lady in a just above the knee flowered dress with heels about 4 inches high. Makeup and hair on selected individuals was something to be seen to be believed. Men, on the other hand, were in everything from paint-spattered blue jeans & torn off sleeveless shirts to a couple of bewildered Indian nationals in button-down shirt & tie being shown around by a guy in a polo shirt and khakis.
HELLO. IT'S A FAIR. OUTSIDE. USUALLY HOT. YOU ARE GOING TO BE WALKING. AND SWEATING. Ladies, the makeup will come off, the hairspray will just attract bugs & I'd laugh my ass off as I help you up when you fall off your 4 inch heels. Men, your loafers are gonna kill you at the end of the night unless the shoes are well broken in. However, people like this make my fair experience memorable by their very presence and it would be very boring if they were not there. People watching is really fun.
posted by grasshopper at Tuesday, September 13, 2005
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