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Dial-up users beware, there are 20 total pictures here.
I wanted to put these up in the order they were taken, but they might not be. Oh well.
After the Ded Bob Sho. I'm looking wacked-out on coke, as usual [left], Katrina's looking like a fairy-tale maiden, as usual [right], and Bob and Smuj are...not actually looking, as one of them has no eyes and the other's got his face covered.
The reason I took a picture of this is because I thought it was real. It was in the pirate area, and the workers tend to be odd, so it wouldn't have surprised me. But she is in fact wooden. It rained briefly, and behind her you can see the storm clouds building. Gorgeous, if not humid.
This guy was there last year. He rocks. His costume must be miserable. What a trooper. Ha ha, get it? Trooper.
Not only is this thing host to bands and odd performances [Flaming Idiots used to perform in front of it], it's also one of many popular wedding areas. There are a bunch of gardens where weddings are held, too. Katrina and I caught the end of one. Clearly, it was not going on here.
Some people in really nice costumes. I think the little girl looks like Anne Boleyn. I have no idea who that non-costumed person posing in my picture is.
I love elephants so much, and there were three.
Down with pants. Up with kilts.
Close-up on the background of the previous picture. The only man who could sleep through bagpipes.
The Fairy Godfather. I'm serious, that's what he calls himself.
A centaur. He, too, is here every year, but doesn't work here. He just loves that costume.
Fox-tailed boy [#2] at the massage-slash-fortune telling pavilion. He's the one closest to you, obviously, not the disembodied-looking leg.
View from the same pavilion.
I lightened the sign so you could see it better, because it's really pretty.
The bathrooms. Gross, no?
Obligatory ceiling picture. Inside the bathroom still.
This is what the outside of the bathroom looks like. Deceptively elegant. The woman in the center of this picture looked at me like I was some sort of pervert after taking this picture. Look, lady, you didn't HAVE to choose an inopportune time to walk by.
My hair after being braided.
I haven't decided if this guy's really cool, or really creepy. He didn't say a word to me, just grunted and posed. He probably wasn't even posing, he was about to strike, but the flash from my camera distracted him.
Violin Dude. He rocks. He didn't have a stage act or anything, he was just supposed to advertise for some tamborines. And he did so by playing violin. Cool. He met his wife, who was giving away free wishes and crystal ball readings to children [creepy] over the internet. It was her first time visiting a fair and she hid behind her sunglasses and dropped her card into his violin case. When he called her, he was very angry that she hadn't approached him, so they met up for a date the next day. Awww...that's really weird.
The beautiful [and poorly edited] exit/entrance [in this case, exit] castle gates. A wonderful last sight before seeing a bunch of sweaty losers change back into sweatpants and screaming children being hoisted into trucks.
I wanted to put these up in the order they were taken, but they might not be. Oh well.
After the Ded Bob Sho. I'm looking wacked-out on coke, as usual [left], Katrina's looking like a fairy-tale maiden, as usual [right], and Bob and Smuj are...not actually looking, as one of them has no eyes and the other's got his face covered.
The reason I took a picture of this is because I thought it was real. It was in the pirate area, and the workers tend to be odd, so it wouldn't have surprised me. But she is in fact wooden. It rained briefly, and behind her you can see the storm clouds building. Gorgeous, if not humid.
This guy was there last year. He rocks. His costume must be miserable. What a trooper. Ha ha, get it? Trooper.
Not only is this thing host to bands and odd performances [Flaming Idiots used to perform in front of it], it's also one of many popular wedding areas. There are a bunch of gardens where weddings are held, too. Katrina and I caught the end of one. Clearly, it was not going on here.
Some people in really nice costumes. I think the little girl looks like Anne Boleyn. I have no idea who that non-costumed person posing in my picture is.
I love elephants so much, and there were three.
Down with pants. Up with kilts.
Close-up on the background of the previous picture. The only man who could sleep through bagpipes.
The Fairy Godfather. I'm serious, that's what he calls himself.
A centaur. He, too, is here every year, but doesn't work here. He just loves that costume.
Fox-tailed boy [#2] at the massage-slash-fortune telling pavilion. He's the one closest to you, obviously, not the disembodied-looking leg.
View from the same pavilion.
I lightened the sign so you could see it better, because it's really pretty.
The bathrooms. Gross, no?
Obligatory ceiling picture. Inside the bathroom still.
This is what the outside of the bathroom looks like. Deceptively elegant. The woman in the center of this picture looked at me like I was some sort of pervert after taking this picture. Look, lady, you didn't HAVE to choose an inopportune time to walk by.
My hair after being braided.
I haven't decided if this guy's really cool, or really creepy. He didn't say a word to me, just grunted and posed. He probably wasn't even posing, he was about to strike, but the flash from my camera distracted him.
Violin Dude. He rocks. He didn't have a stage act or anything, he was just supposed to advertise for some tamborines. And he did so by playing violin. Cool. He met his wife, who was giving away free wishes and crystal ball readings to children [creepy] over the internet. It was her first time visiting a fair and she hid behind her sunglasses and dropped her card into his violin case. When he called her, he was very angry that she hadn't approached him, so they met up for a date the next day. Awww...that's really weird.
The beautiful [and poorly edited] exit/entrance [in this case, exit] castle gates. A wonderful last sight before seeing a bunch of sweaty losers change back into sweatpants and screaming children being hoisted into trucks.