Carnie
Just got back from the county fair. Had an awesome time. By the time we got organized and headed over to the grandstand, the seats for the demo derby were sold out. Except there was a beer tent right next to the grandstand, where you could just stand at the fence and watch the action from the side. Five dollars saved and we got to drink while cars smashed into eachother.
Beers in the tent were $2 each for a med-smallish cup. You had to buy tickets at a booth, then step five feet over and hand the server your ticket. I drank Budwieser Select. Advertising worked on me. But really, you're just choosing between which watered down beer you can drink without making a sour face. Apparently, assigning the price of $2 to each beer created a vortex of mathematical confusion. So much, in fact, that each ticket booth had a beer to U.S. dollar conversion chart pasted prominently on each window: 1 beer ticket - $2, 2 beer tickets - $4, 3 beer tickets - $6,...., 10 beer tickets - $20. Picked up a copy of the GunNews publication in the beer tent.
The derby was good. In the second feature, I guess one of the drivers had a beef with another driver. Right at the end of the smashup, he got out of his car, ran over and started kicking the other dude through the window. Then I think another car hit him or something. A bunch of cops ran out on the field, some more stuff happened, and the guy was led away in handcuffs. Moments later a bunch of people started running around in the pit area and the announcer broadcasted this message: Would all available police officers go to the northeast end of the pit area, immediately! O_O
A bunch of cops ran over, but one of them hopped onto one of the tractors being used to move the cars and had the operator drive him over to the pit area. THE COP FUCKING COMMANDEERED A TRACTOR!!! Only in Central IL, baby. I love it! Some more stuff happened and they finally got the third feature going. Fewer cars for the finale and they were hauling ass around the derby pitch. A station wagon won. Sweet. The Malacci Brothers rolled over in their grave.
Checked out the judging building after chowing down a Pronto Pup and some Cullers salt and vinegar fries. Today they judged all the food and crafts and art. I really should have entered a cross-stitch and knit piece. There was some pretty serious average crap on display. I got a blue ribbon in KoL yesterday and I could have gotten one in real life! Fuck it, I could have entered some white bread for judging and got a third place ribbon--there were only two entries! We resolved that next year we'd enter into as many categories as possible.
I rode my bike to the fair. Riding home in the dark with my flashy bike lights was nice. I have to post pictures tomorrow morning. I think I've sobered up now and it's time to sleep.
I'm probably going again next Thursday night. It's Rodeo Night.
Beers in the tent were $2 each for a med-smallish cup. You had to buy tickets at a booth, then step five feet over and hand the server your ticket. I drank Budwieser Select. Advertising worked on me. But really, you're just choosing between which watered down beer you can drink without making a sour face. Apparently, assigning the price of $2 to each beer created a vortex of mathematical confusion. So much, in fact, that each ticket booth had a beer to U.S. dollar conversion chart pasted prominently on each window: 1 beer ticket - $2, 2 beer tickets - $4, 3 beer tickets - $6,...., 10 beer tickets - $20. Picked up a copy of the GunNews publication in the beer tent.
The derby was good. In the second feature, I guess one of the drivers had a beef with another driver. Right at the end of the smashup, he got out of his car, ran over and started kicking the other dude through the window. Then I think another car hit him or something. A bunch of cops ran out on the field, some more stuff happened, and the guy was led away in handcuffs. Moments later a bunch of people started running around in the pit area and the announcer broadcasted this message: Would all available police officers go to the northeast end of the pit area, immediately! O_O
A bunch of cops ran over, but one of them hopped onto one of the tractors being used to move the cars and had the operator drive him over to the pit area. THE COP FUCKING COMMANDEERED A TRACTOR!!! Only in Central IL, baby. I love it! Some more stuff happened and they finally got the third feature going. Fewer cars for the finale and they were hauling ass around the derby pitch. A station wagon won. Sweet. The Malacci Brothers rolled over in their grave.
Checked out the judging building after chowing down a Pronto Pup and some Cullers salt and vinegar fries. Today they judged all the food and crafts and art. I really should have entered a cross-stitch and knit piece. There was some pretty serious average crap on display. I got a blue ribbon in KoL yesterday and I could have gotten one in real life! Fuck it, I could have entered some white bread for judging and got a third place ribbon--there were only two entries! We resolved that next year we'd enter into as many categories as possible.
I rode my bike to the fair. Riding home in the dark with my flashy bike lights was nice. I have to post pictures tomorrow morning. I think I've sobered up now and it's time to sleep.
I'm probably going again next Thursday night. It's Rodeo Night.