By the time we pulled into one of the far-away parking lots at the State Fair of Texas on Monday, it started to rain. But only a little. Just enough to dampen us before we got to the security check, and the black clouds overhead were adequate in canceling a display of antique wooden boats I really wanted to see. Nonetheless, we had a great time and didn't eat our weight in fair fare, thankfully.
Here's a quick breakdown:
• This was the first time the Cutlet was able to ride some of the kiddie amusements by himself. He exceeded the minimum 30-inch height by two inches. He loved it! And we got great photos, to come later.
• He won a Nemo-looking fish by picking up a floating duck from a bucket. He was so proud.
• The clouds broke, blue sky shone through, a light breeze continued to blow and the last few hours of our time at the fair were beautiful.
• Once a great place to do some window shopping for a new car, or to salivate over many dream vehicles, the fair's auto show is becoming a joke. There were the requisite pickup-trucks-posing-on-boulders (yeah, like normal people will spend $50,000 for a truck and ever take it off road), but for us the pickings were few. Where were the cars we could afford? Mazda? Honda? And why were half the vehicles locked? Used to be you could crawl into virtually any one you wanted for a peek. Did like one of the Subarus, however, and may test drive one later.
• Turkey leg was a bit dry, but the corny dog, part of a funnel cake and whipped chocolate cream cone were pretty good. And besides a few beverages, that's all I had to eat.
• Traffic was a pain to and fro, but it beat nearly missing a bus last year to barely get back to the train station on time. The actual traveling on mass transit was bliss compared to this year's stop-and-go. If we go again next year, we'll have to reconsider that mode again.
• Walking miles and miles is a great sleep aid. I don't think I'd slept that well in a long time.
There are lessons to be learned at the fair, including knowing one's own wardrobe limitations (crop tops abounded, and in many cases shouldn't have), taking care to stand well back from the "vomit zone" that surrounds gut-jiggling thrill rides, and remembering to be courteous in the corny dog line even though a couple cut in front of you but because they were ugly and obviously of low intelligence that meant you could cut them a little slack although you almost told them that you hoped they never planned to breed because it would only degrade the existing human population by adding to the ugly and stupid kids in the world. But I'm not bitter, and that was not the right attitude to present at what should be a happy event.
Have a good week, people!
It's EXACTLY those types of Okie swine that pro-create endlessly and water down intelligence levels.
Why do you think the world hates us? We've got to be, hands-down, the most successful edjits history has ever seen. And everyone else just can't figure out why a mass of morons has it so good.
(hint: work consumes our lives)
How cute that the Cutlet won a fish!
I think you and the Petite Filet need to counter those line-cutting inbreds by making more little Cutlets! That's the solution!
Good thing they couldn't read your mind! =)