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October 22, 2003

It's A Great State Fair

Took off the afternoon and took in the State Fair with the family. Ngnat was beside herself with excitement, though she had no idea what a fair was. We were on the other side of the entrance gates for a good ten minutes before she realized she could stop looking for "the fair" among all the rides and food stands.

She rode the carousel, twice, (same plastic pony, both times) and the swings, and the ferris wheel, and numerous things that either rode around on tracks or spun around at the ends of hydraulic metal arms, bounced around in a modern version of the Moonwalk that broke my arm in when I was eleven, and slid down the giant slide with me. She also rode ponies, after a solid hour of asking about them, and participated for the first time in my family's annual tradition of obtaining a rock from the Ruby Mine, to place on the bedroom dresser as a dust gatherer for the rest of the year.

It was an agate slice, in case you were wondering, cheap at a dollar per.

Scotty, from the vantage point of the stroller, looked a gigantic number of gigantic jean clad rears, then fell asleep.

Lots of fat people at the fair. As college staff, the number of slim coeds I cross paths with everyday had been enough to make me doubt the news reports of an increasing trend towards obesity in America, but after this year's trip to the State Fair, I'm a believer. Surely there are more man-titties per capita at the North Carolina State Fair than anywhere else in the world.

We're number one, baby.

I did my bit to keep us on top, consuming fried twinkies, hushpuppies, bacon chips, a large bratwurst with all the trimmings, bacon chips, giant roasted cashews, emu on a stick, part of a homemade pretzel, liver pudding, souse (both of which Ngnat also liked) and the leftover bun from Ngnat's foot long hotdog, washing it all down with a Lime fizz, chocolate milk, Cheerwine, Sprite and some blueberry ice thing that Ngnat insisted on having.

I would have added a roasted turkey leg, fudge and ice cream to the total, but the wife had started making noises about leaving before I dropped dead from a heart attack.

First thing out of her mouth when we finally got home was. "I'm kinda hungry."

Just doesn't feel right, leaving the State Fair with money in our pockets and room in our stomachs. I'll have to apologize to the Ag commission next time I see them, assuming any of them happen to get out of jail anytime soon.

But at least we got our rock.

Scotty M, just after awakening from his fair nap.

Posted by Bigwig at October 22, 2003 11:06 PM | TrackBack
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Posted by: Indigo at October 23, 2003 12:14 AM

I concur on the subject of the Spout's Cuteness Quotient. Next stop, hotornot.

But after reading about your gustatory adventures, I'm thinking of starting a pool on the date of your first heart attack.

::evil grin::

Posted by: ben at October 23, 2003 02:27 AM

...Note that that's envious sarcasm. Grease is rather passe in these damper climes.

Posted by: ben at October 23, 2003 02:28 AM

If you think North Carolina has it's share of fat people, you should go to the family reunion in Mississippi with Dad one year. It is truly the land of the 400 pounder.

Posted by: Kehaar at October 23, 2003 09:30 AM

Wow. Who needs fake movie elves and ersatz magic when you've got the real thing.

Posted by: Stephen at October 23, 2003 12:47 PM

I too went to the fair yesterday. Over 100,000 people there and who do I run into the second I set foot into the place? Who else, Bigwig. It must have been destiny.

Posted by: Woundwort at October 23, 2003 01:32 PM
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