HI!
I'm in a far better mood today. In part because my knee is almost totally better as a result of walking in the sand for an hour. I went to the final grunion run of the season (to prove to myself that I CAN finish something AND I earned my Grunion Greeter Geek duffel bag, which I totally don't need, but meh.) fully expecting to end up on the beach at 6 in the morning flopping about like a beached whale with a completely blown out knee but instead all that walking and wincing did the trick to stretch it all out. Now it barely feels like there was ever anything wrong.
So fuck modern medicine. heh.
Yesterday, in celebration of fine weather and how awesome I felt I took the baby to da da DA!!! The County FAIR!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
I'm not sure who had more fun. I was so fucking stoked to go. I haven't been to a county fair in years, and I LOVE them. I must go again. We totally missed the horses and the pigs and bunnies, but we hit the goat and sheep barns, and the agrifair with chickens and other fowl.
And they had a pidgken. Or a chickon. A pidgeon/chicken hybrid. Possibly the most absurd thing ever. I wish I had a picture. Also, the fluffiest, cartooniest sheep I ever saw. So fucking darling.
The fair also means food. I didn't eat nearly what I wanted. They seriously need to sell a plate with a mini kielbasa, a mini funnel cake, a teriaki skewer and a bite-sized fried twinkie. I'd pay $15 for such a thing. Because seriously, who can eat an entire funnel cake or fried twinkie? Surprisingly, not me. I just want a little taste of everything. The booth that catches on to such a concept will make a grip of kizzash.
The fair also means tacky crap to purchase, and it means as SOON as you step foot inside the gates, you are free and clear to turn into utter white trash. The fair is about being dirty and dusty and sticky and petting the animals and then eating a caramel apple tower...hehhh sticky, delicious animal hair. By the end of the day of you're n ot as filthy as you've ever been, you didn't have enough fun.
So my plan is to go back for longer, and hopefully with another fair-loving grown-up who wants to relive their sticky dirty spinny stinky childhood for a day. Anyone living in the San Diego area who'd like to go with me? Step forward. Bring money.
Today, maybe the beach?
Look, ma! I'm at the fair! (if it's cut off the pic is in the "random" folder. She is THE cutest thing EVER.
AAAAAAAAND I'm getting a new tattoo in TWO DAYS!!!! Wooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So...I better enjoy my milky virgin arm skin while I can.
I'm in a far better mood today. In part because my knee is almost totally better as a result of walking in the sand for an hour. I went to the final grunion run of the season (to prove to myself that I CAN finish something AND I earned my Grunion Greeter Geek duffel bag, which I totally don't need, but meh.) fully expecting to end up on the beach at 6 in the morning flopping about like a beached whale with a completely blown out knee but instead all that walking and wincing did the trick to stretch it all out. Now it barely feels like there was ever anything wrong.
So fuck modern medicine. heh.
Yesterday, in celebration of fine weather and how awesome I felt I took the baby to da da DA!!! The County FAIR!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
I'm not sure who had more fun. I was so fucking stoked to go. I haven't been to a county fair in years, and I LOVE them. I must go again. We totally missed the horses and the pigs and bunnies, but we hit the goat and sheep barns, and the agrifair with chickens and other fowl.
And they had a pidgken. Or a chickon. A pidgeon/chicken hybrid. Possibly the most absurd thing ever. I wish I had a picture. Also, the fluffiest, cartooniest sheep I ever saw. So fucking darling.
The fair also means food. I didn't eat nearly what I wanted. They seriously need to sell a plate with a mini kielbasa, a mini funnel cake, a teriaki skewer and a bite-sized fried twinkie. I'd pay $15 for such a thing. Because seriously, who can eat an entire funnel cake or fried twinkie? Surprisingly, not me. I just want a little taste of everything. The booth that catches on to such a concept will make a grip of kizzash.
The fair also means tacky crap to purchase, and it means as SOON as you step foot inside the gates, you are free and clear to turn into utter white trash. The fair is about being dirty and dusty and sticky and petting the animals and then eating a caramel apple tower...hehhh sticky, delicious animal hair. By the end of the day of you're n ot as filthy as you've ever been, you didn't have enough fun.
So my plan is to go back for longer, and hopefully with another fair-loving grown-up who wants to relive their sticky dirty spinny stinky childhood for a day. Anyone living in the San Diego area who'd like to go with me? Step forward. Bring money.
Today, maybe the beach?
Look, ma! I'm at the fair! (if it's cut off the pic is in the "random" folder. She is THE cutest thing EVER.
AAAAAAAAND I'm getting a new tattoo in TWO DAYS!!!! Wooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So...I better enjoy my milky virgin arm skin while I can.
van_goghs_ear:
sounds awesome!! i havent been to a fair in forever, probably over 15 years. well unless you count thr ennasaince festival. do they have anything like this out there? it's like this festival where everyone dresses up all medievil, and they have jousting and everyone who goes is total white trash with a mullet and a really shitty dragon tattoo. it's kind of like a mini-version of hell on earth. the kids too cute!!
van_goghs_ear:
yeah slaves on dope rocked, i saw them three times when they were around. a new revolution (one of the bands opening for dope) has slaves bass player and drummer. i think everone who likes rock should have dope's felons and revolutionaries downloaded at least. yeah the renn faire kills me i swear it's like the biggest collection of degenrates on the planet, it does crack me up to see all these people walking around with those giant turkey legs and shit. you sexy redneck you 