|We didn't eat funnel cakes, but they were there. So was fried butter on a stick. |
Scott and I aren't fair people. I feel like we declare this every time we go and then by the next year forget about it and attend out of guilt. Why do we feel guilty about not liking the fair? I'll tell you why, society! You've done it, society! This is your fault. Well, not society exactly, but other Iowans. We don't like the fair. Is that okay with you? (I know it's not, but try to come to terms with it.) My Mom has promised to remind me that we don't like the fair next year. Bless her. By the way, my Mom is better than your mom. I didn't want to be the one to break it to you, but she just is. Okay. Alright, that's settled! Moving on.
We went the fair. As with everything I tried to make the most of a not that great time.
My friend Judd that lives in the hell hole that is Newton, IA (my Dad's most hated town.) won Best in Show! I stood around and listened to people love his work. A cowboy explain his art to his cowgirl. This is how it went down, as told to the artist. The cowboy's lady friend was totally impressed. By your art? Yes, but more so listening to her husband talk about it. "OH, it's not a photo?" She said to her cowboy. Then he broke it down for her.
There was this one of a kind artist named Anthony Evans. His art was on display too, kinda hidden.
Maybe the state fair wasn't ready for this jelly. I am.
|So many dreams just waiting to be caught in mass produced traps.|
|A skunk hat. Every girl should have one. They'll be the next big thing. |
Don't miss out on this trend!
|I took my flip flops off on the Sky Glider this year. |
Last year they fell and a stranger and his ladyfriend had to rescue them for me.
|Scott's lunch. I had onion strings as is my wont.|
|I thought of buying a couple of these for me and my bro. |
We could reenact the final scene of Karate Kid 2.
Too bad for us.
We can just stick to reenacting the crane move and noise beeping from the original.
We should have stayed where we were pre-fair. Cuddling with The Dude, baby William. P.S. Not only can he say my name, he also dances and sings along to Single Ladies. He's the best. Way more fun than the fair.
Friday and Saturday will be discussed on another post. They were a mix of fun and awkwardness, as are most of my days on this Earth. Friday brought the awkward, Saturday brought the super fun.