Heads up
It's (finally!) State Fair week. And just as I suspected, the construction in the area is still no where near complete. The crews seem to take great joy in putting down asphalt, only to jackhammer it back up a few days later. So if you are heading to the Fair, take the bus. Cause only one car at a time can park at my house.
I am going three days: Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday next week. I challenge any one to a Pronto Pup-off.
And this is the last State Fair post. I promise.
posted by Alex @ 3:27 PM
5 Comments:
At 11:41 PM,
David Oppegaard said…
I've never been.
At 8:28 AM,
Becca said…
Me, neither.
At 10:40 AM,
Voix said…
Me, neither.
Tell me, Alex. What is the allure of a Pronto Pup?
At 12:09 PM,
Rand said…
Oh. My. God.
None of you has ever been to the fair? The most awesomest excessivest venue for people-watching ever created? Where humanity in all of its bloated, sunburned, overweight, tackily-dressed glory comes out to waddle, strut, stroll and toddle?
I avoided it for the first few years that I lived here but now I have to go at least once per year. My wife and son hate it, but me and the daughter LOVE it.
Mini-doughnuts - MMMM! They taste better at the fair. FREE STUFF!! Chintzy schlocky plastic crap - but FREE!! Pierced and tattooed exhibitionist types with scanty clothing - QUICK, COVER THE CHILDRENS' EYES!! Greasy fried food on a stick - MY LEFT ARM IS NUMB AND I'M SEEING STARS BUT LET'S KEEP GOING!!!
I think we are going Saturday - there's a MN state fiddle contest (and I'm just a hillbilly from Georgia so you know I identify with some a that Deliverance style mountain music!)
STATE FAIR!!!!
At 4:54 PM,
Alex said…
Oh, I have so much to teach you my children.
The Pronto Pup's allure, dearest Michéle, is the secret ingredient in the batter. I have heard rumors that it may be beer, but I cannot say for sure.
Everything in sight is either deep-fried or on a stick or BOTH, people!
Rand said it best. It's a heart attack waiting to happen in a very public and very crowded place, alarmingly lacking in defibrillators, where the chances of an ambulance reaching you in time are about the same as the chances of you ending the day without the front of your shirt soaked in mustard and/or butter. But we soldier on, determined to spend another four dollars on one last deep-fried Snickers bar.
I must admit that my love for the State Fair began only a few years ago. But now that my eyes have been opened to the many possibilities of self-indulgence bordering on masochism, I am all over it.
Come David, Becca, and Voix, join us, won't you? Do not be afraid.
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