Ruminations on the county fair

The whole fam went to the county fair on Friday evening for our annual fried food extravaganza. A few thoughts:

• Is there a reason why the designated dress code for the fair is "skank-wear"?
• Styx? All consonants and still rockin' (in that county fair circuit kinda way).
• There's a "you must be this tall" limit for the fucking ferris wheel. L'il wobs was not tall enough. He was disappointed, and it's a really stupid rule.
• We are a fat, fat country. I'm not talking curvy, which is grrrrrrraaaaaaawwwwwllllllllll... but, unhealthily, unpleasantly fat. It's all the more unpleasant when you watch these folks shovel fried food and 64 ounces of soda into their face. Gross.
• Rumor has it that Loverboy played the fair Thursday evening. Rumor also has it that the years have not been so kind to them. See the previous bullet point.
• Carnie rides = rip off
• I'll admit that I'm a big fan of jugglers, especially at the Country Fair where they're really good and can make all sorts of stoned hippie jokes. Juggler at the county fair? Not so funny, couldn't juggle worth crap.
• Do all oldies cover bands have the exact same repetoire, or was it the same band moving from beer garden to beer garden?
• Is it always 1985 at the county fair?
• I learned something about how to keep our compost from stinking.
• Saw a handful of "Saxton for Governor" buttons and "I'm a fan of the GOP" fans. Didn't see any Governor K. buttons, but I did see lots of Planned Parenthood fans.
• If you're two years old, they'll give you all sorts of free crap.

And there you have it.