Sights from the Fair, Parking and Kittens
Posted by thedarwinexception on August 8, 2009
So we went to the fair yesterday afternoon. But I still don’t know if I won anything, because the Domestic Arts building was locked up tight. fuck. They did all the judging yesterday, and **usually**, we can go on Friday afternoon and kind of “peek” in the building while judging is happening and see what won. But yesterday I think we were too late. Judging was over, they had locked up the building and everyone had gone home. So I didn’t get to see shit.
I don’t think I won anything, anyway, because I’ve heard some scuttlebutt about “these people who monopolize the categories” and how that discouragers new people from entering. Which I can kind of understand. I mean, I entered a couple of years ago not knowing the first thing about any of it, and I’ll bet that if I had known that there was some knitter in town who “just won every year, year after year”, I probably wouldn’t have entered anything, either. But this year they actually made you put your name on the entry tickets, the one’s that are attached to the item for judging, and I kind of heard that this was so that the “same people who keep winning” wouldn’t win this year. I don’t know if that’s true, but it kind of does make sense.
But, no matter, I guess….But I do want to know if I won anything. The fair is free admission after 10pm every night, so I may try to keep Paul awake tonight and have him bring me over to see what’s up. I mean, I don’t want to pay $20 admission just to see if I won, (too cheap), so if I do go again, it’ll be after 10 pm. Of course, how much do you want to bet they lock up the domestic arts building at 8pm?
Bu – we did go to the fair yesterday afternoon (free admission because the fair doesn’t technically tart until today.) And we did see some of the strangest stuff – starting with Paul’s bitch and his other family.
So – this is Paul’s bitch, Paul’s bitch’s other wife, and his two kids.
We met him at the fairgrounds over by the food stands (no surprise there!) Either because Paul’s bitch was at the food stands – or that Paul was. I think if you were going to find either of them – that would be the place to look.
After seeing Paul’s bitch – we walked around the midway – just sort of people watching. And you know, I must be really, really old, because tell me what the fuck kind of pants this kid is wearing.
Is this “the style”? Because damn, I’d be hard pressed to wear those things. I am **SO** glad I’m not stylish.
Then we walked through the barn that holds all the “You can Now Buy This!” Stuff, and wouldn’t you know it, you can buy almost anything with Michael Jackson’s image on it. These have to be knockoff kind of things, right? I mean, I’m sure no one got a license to print these things:
And even though this doesn’t have MJ’s actual face on it, only some kind of freakish cartoon image (appropriate, I guess), but there were lots of t-shirts and hats that did. This particular hat would only set you back $12.
Freaking opportunists, right?
So, then we came back home – and I got to tell ya, I REALLY hate those renters across the street. DO you know why I REALLY hate them? Because of shit like this.
And yes, that is EXACTLY what it looks like. The renters across the street had an overflow of cars, and since (as you can see) Paul’s bike was in OUR driveway, and they couldn’t park there (as they normally do), they just decided to make the middle of the road a parking space. THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD!!! And they were parked there for like 3 FUCKING HOURS. In the MIDDLE OF THE STREET! Who does this? I mean, I know we live on a dead end road, and that I’m the last house (besides zombie lady), but, you know, WHO DOES THIS??
Rude renting assholes – that’s who.
I hate them.
And for the last bit of exciting new for the day – Paul, the big, bad tough biker guy, found some kittens that needed a home, and had to bring them home. He’s such a softie, don’t let him kid ya.
They are really adorable. Even though I am NOT a cat person.
Two little black angora long haired kittens. I like them because they have that “pushed in” really round face with big eyes. They are sooooo cute. And LOOK! They like yarn – so they can’t be ALL bad, right?
Here are the 2 kittens together:
This is Leroy:
And this is my favorite – Duffy
So – I’m off to obsess some more over whether I not I won anything at the fair. Maybe I’ll make Paul take a nap so he can bring me at 10pm. Damn. This is bugging the shit out of me.