A Hungry Beaver Takes the Prize
Posted by thedarwinexception on August 2, 2008
So we went to the fair Friday night. It was opening night and admission was free (rather than the $8.00 to $12.00 fee you will pay the rest of the week – each), so we always go on “free night”. I don’t have kids, and I don’t go on the rides, so I don’t spend a lot of money at the fair and I don’t want to pay $16.00 to $24.00 just to go in and take a look around.
I really wanted to go in the “Domestic Arts” building and see my stuff all laid out amongst the other entries – but I couldn’t do that. The door to the building was open, but there was a sign on the door that said “Closed for Judging”, and there was a man in a lawn chair posted at the door telling people the same thing. I kind of stuck my head in the door past the man in the lawn chair, but I couldn’t see my items, so I was kind of pissed off. I asked the guy if ALL the judging was going to be done that night, you know, if they were choosing the Edna Hill Memorial prize winners, too, and he didn’t know.
The Edna Hill Memorial prizes are the “big” ones, the one that I won last year with the big prize money and the special certificate – sort of the “Best in Show” winners. I didn’t want to pay the admission price to go tot he fair on Sunday, only to have someone say – “Oh, the fair judging is done, but we haven’t chosen the Edna Hill winners yet”.
So, just as we were leaving, disappointed that I couldn’t take pictures of my items sitting among the other entries, a lady starts coming up the aisle and she says “Kim??? Kim??”
Now, when someone seems to know my name in Malone – and I don’t recognize them, I kind of get nervous. I don’t know if it’s someone who disagrees with my point of view about the Redneck Games and wants to fuck me up, or if it’s a stalker who just Looooooves me and wants to do some kind of Stephen King Misery shit on my legs, or if it’s some relative of some degenerate barn squatter I’ve thrown out of my house.
So I kind of reluctantly said “Yeah, I’m Kim…”
And the lady came up to the barn door and said “You’ll be getting a call.”
I said “I’ll be getting a what?”
And she said “You’ll be getting a call. You won the Edna Hill award – they’ll call you and tell you when the awards ceremonies are.”
Woo fucking Hoo. That’s a 2-peat, people. The title has been successfully defended. I asked her “How did you know I was Kim?” And she said “Because I’m the one who checked you in the other day when you dropped your stuff off – I knew you’d win.”
So that made me excited. So excited that we went and ate at the “Hungry Beaver.” Just because I thought it was the funniest named place at the fair.
So, the awards ceremony will probably be Tuesday or Wednesday. I’ll let you know when I get the call, and when I go to get my $$$$$$$$ and my certificate. I’ll take pictures. I’m thinking the little red/magenta/ set had to be the winner, right? And I need to ask the people at the fair if there is a limit to how many years in a row you can win it. Someone in AFCA pointed out that they might cap that shit – you know, so you can’t have a dynasty and discourage other people from entering. But I’m all for a dynasty. I don’t give a fuck how many people lose to me year after year after year. Fuck em.
But – we won, people. Yeah!!!!