State Fair
I went with some work friends to the State Fair. Aside from the oppressive heat, it was pretty fun. I live about a mile and a half away, so I just walked there, and by the time I got there the air conditioned expo center was pretty much the greatest thing in the history of mankind. I contacted said friends to find out where they were while I meandered up and down the aisles, browsing all the kitchen gadgets, home improvement products, and various "As Seen on TV" wonders. One booth had a wide selection of belts. A brown one with a nice embossed design and a decent price caught my eye and, having bemoaned my lack of a belt on the walk over, I purchased it and used it. I received a message indicating a vague area where the friends could be found, so I headed back out into the heat.
I started by picking up a cream puff. I've only had one before and that was ages ago. Tasty, but rather messy. After the cream puff, I made a vow to myself that any other food I bought that day would have to be on a stick. Because at the fair, there's a lot of food on sticks.
I ran into August while wandering around. He was wearing a plaid shirt, a big woven-reed hat, and a pair of way-too-wight, bedazzled jeans. Oddly enough, the look didn't surprise me at all on him. I went with him to meet the rest of the group at the pig races. Wagers were made, pigs, goats, and ducks raced, and a pig swam.
The rest of the evening involved a lot of walking around, listening to music, and eating. As per my earlier vow, al the food I consumed was on sticks. I started out with corn on the cob, which is really food on a naturally occuring stick. Then I moved on to a large chunk of barbequed pork (on a stick). I was tempted by a sampler plate of various deep fried cheese products, but they weren't on a stick, so I had to pass. Instead, I went with a slice of cheesecake, dipped in chocolate and rolled in chopped nuts (on a stick). As the night drew to a close, I finshed up with a s'more (deep-fried) (on a stick).
I started by picking up a cream puff. I've only had one before and that was ages ago. Tasty, but rather messy. After the cream puff, I made a vow to myself that any other food I bought that day would have to be on a stick. Because at the fair, there's a lot of food on sticks.
I ran into August while wandering around. He was wearing a plaid shirt, a big woven-reed hat, and a pair of way-too-wight, bedazzled jeans. Oddly enough, the look didn't surprise me at all on him. I went with him to meet the rest of the group at the pig races. Wagers were made, pigs, goats, and ducks raced, and a pig swam.
The rest of the evening involved a lot of walking around, listening to music, and eating. As per my earlier vow, al the food I consumed was on sticks. I started out with corn on the cob, which is really food on a naturally occuring stick. Then I moved on to a large chunk of barbequed pork (on a stick). I was tempted by a sampler plate of various deep fried cheese products, but they weren't on a stick, so I had to pass. Instead, I went with a slice of cheesecake, dipped in chocolate and rolled in chopped nuts (on a stick). As the night drew to a close, I finshed up with a s'more (deep-fried) (on a stick).