Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Friday, August 19, 2016

All's fair in love and cholesterol.

I've learned something: everyone should see a movie at a drive-in and go to the fair at least once a summer.

Having already done the former (with a double feature of Better Off Dead and One Crazy Summer!), I felt that I had to get the latter done, at some point.

Learning that I'd have to pay for parking (and my car only barely qualifies as drivable right now due to a mistake I made that night at the drive-in, but never mind), I instead decided to take the shuttle to the fair. It was a city bus, which I hadn't ridden in a long time. It was actually nice letting someone else do the driving while I took a nap (or saw the scenery; the ride was a flexible one).

When I got there, there were people, of course, but also animals. I saw a couple of cows being walked (and I was careful to check my shoes for any presents).

Even with the attractions, my main goal at the fair was chowing down on something - anything - deep-fried. I got that wish with one stand's 'Deep Fried Bacon Cheddar Mashed Potatoes'. They were pretty hot, at first, so I just broke off the skin drippings and dipped that in the side of ranch dressing. Eventually, I dove into the balls. Still pretty warm, and a little loose in my hands, but damn if they weren't delicious. I really want more of that 'Deep Fried Paradise' feeling.

I planned to partake of another meal, but nothing caught my fancy; most of the stuff available wasn't all that rare. I just felt like walking around after that. There were carnival games galore, but I wasn't interested. I'd planned on riding a burlap sack down a giant slide, but that seemed to not be around. Even if I hadn't just eaten, sideshow attractions like a 29-inch woman and a half-snake, half-girl were better ignored than experienced.

I didn't turn my nose up at everything, though: a buffalo was carved (or chainsawed) by a purported 'Wizard of Wood' and there was an interesting bit of audience participation with 'Sam and the Giant Wheel'.

On my way back to the entrance, I passed through a barn housing a number of animals, both feathered (chickens, peacocks, geese) and furry (rabbits, guinea pigs). Cute though they were, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them. I certainly wouldn't want to be stuck in a cage, ripe for the gawking.

Still, like I said, going to the fair is something we should all experience once a summer. Here's hoping my life is more in order when I go back next year.



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