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An enjoyable afternoon at THE FAIR:
Contents include:
* 2 comrades (paninogirl and her beau)
* 1 hotdish-on-a-stick
* 4 animal barns
* 1.5 large beers
* 1 blackberry malt
* 1 Weird Al Concert
(Serve with fireworks.)
I have a love/hate relationship with The Fair(TM), but I think this year I've nailed the perfect way to enjoy it. Go with a few friends and not a large group, which tends to cause tension as everyone has the one thing they want or need to do. Go on a weekday when it's not as crowded. And feel free to split off if the one thing you want to do (and by "you" I mean "me") is buzz through the animal barns while someone else collects free stuff or people watches.
Those 1.5 beers also did a pretty fair job calming down the claustrophobia/social-phobia that sets in with being amongst tens-of-thousands-of-masses.
Weird Al was great; it was my first time seeing him live. (It'd been on the todo list for two decades.) It's strange to think that, in three decades of performing, Weird Al has outlived many of those he has parodied. And those parodies of deceased artists have effectively become time in a bottle. For example, his performance of Smells Like Nirvana--complete with gothy cheerleaders and flannel-garbed bandmates--is the nearest-to-authentic anyone will get to seeing a Kurt Cobain show. Same is true with Jim Morrison or Michael Jackson. It's equal parts parody and tribute.
Also - hello livejournal.
Contents include:
* 2 comrades (paninogirl and her beau)
* 1 hotdish-on-a-stick
* 4 animal barns
* 1.5 large beers
* 1 blackberry malt
* 1 Weird Al Concert
(Serve with fireworks.)
I have a love/hate relationship with The Fair(TM), but I think this year I've nailed the perfect way to enjoy it. Go with a few friends and not a large group, which tends to cause tension as everyone has the one thing they want or need to do. Go on a weekday when it's not as crowded. And feel free to split off if the one thing you want to do (and by "you" I mean "me") is buzz through the animal barns while someone else collects free stuff or people watches.
Those 1.5 beers also did a pretty fair job calming down the claustrophobia/social-phobia that sets in with being amongst tens-of-thousands-of-masses.
Weird Al was great; it was my first time seeing him live. (It'd been on the todo list for two decades.) It's strange to think that, in three decades of performing, Weird Al has outlived many of those he has parodied. And those parodies of deceased artists have effectively become time in a bottle. For example, his performance of Smells Like Nirvana--complete with gothy cheerleaders and flannel-garbed bandmates--is the nearest-to-authentic anyone will get to seeing a Kurt Cobain show. Same is true with Jim Morrison or Michael Jackson. It's equal parts parody and tribute.
Also - hello livejournal.