I went to the fair, My biggest impression was something like “damn a lot of people will go to almost any length to reproduce”. It was fun to watch my seven kids try rides for the first time. They wanted to try all the crappy little games….I told them we can figure out a way to do all that at home(besides I spent my last $50 trying to shoot a basket over a statue of Kobe). The barkers were giving away live polliwogs…good as dead polliwogs by the time they get home, or more likely spilled in the parking lot. WTF is Peta when you need them.
Did I mention the guy who cuts in the line at the gate, with his entire family tree in tow, bitches because his freedoms are violated by the security check. Asshole.
The food, besides the cost, is an embarrassment…deep fried chocolate covered bacon? Seven pound cinnamon rolls? I wish it were not so “Americana”. I guess nobody said I had to eat the whole thing.
If it were not for the kids, I would not think it was worth the hassle, the millions of humidity raising pits, or the shame and calories of it all. Now I can get over the fear of them saying I never took them anywhere….Legoland here we come….barf.
