I am SO Going to the Fair....

I think I am doing a lot this next week. It's too early to tell tho. I know today is riding lesson, What Do I do With All The Stuff In The Garden cooking, a Boss home, and a Zumba. All good there.

The weekend is a Kitty Comes Home! (Which is an odd way of thinking on it, as even when she isn't on tour, she doesn't LIVE with us) She's here for a couple days, and then some GAGA.

But, ah, THEN: The Fair! Yes. I know. I am rather excited about this FAIR and it's a week away.

I love that place! Most years I forget this, and completely forget to go, but Not this year!

My Flash Girls Bandmate, Emma Bull, LOVED the Fair. She had it down to an art form. Down to WHICH pronto pup stand you needed to go to (Despite the fact she didn't eat meat) Down to the route you needed to take so you would end up at the BEST coffee stand on your way out. She knew the importance of sitting for a while on Machinery Hill.

I went to the Fair one year and saw Motley Crue. (I see a lot of bands I would not otherwise see when our Kitty is on tour. Get this: I always have a great time. Teach me to be a musical snob.)

I love the Seed Art! I love the Spooky Feeling you get near the Haunted House and how if you go in, you will ALWAYS scream. I love the BEES and the crop arrangements! (Maybe it's flower arrangements. I forget. Who arranges CROPS?) I love the World Bazaar With it's Cheap Junk you don't need.

I love the Barns, and the animals, the Seiously Weird Chickens, Funky Rabbits (Birdchick and I spend a LOT of time there) of course the Horses, even the COWS. NOT the pigs. I hate pigs. And you know, this stems DIRECTLY to an event that happened when Emma took me to the PIG BARN at the Fair and we saw, well, no, I can't talk about it. But it was HUGE and a BOY PIG. Never Again.

I love watching people wait a half hour in line for a Pork Chop on a Stick (no, no idea WHY they do this, part of the fun.)

The news just had bits about the fair on and they now have Deep Fried Bologna Sandwiches. And Deep Friend Butter. And Deep Fried Choc Covered Bacon. (Actually I'm Not sure if that is Deep Fried as well, but for the purposes of this Blog, we will assume so. Odds are with us.)

Up here, people take Cheese Curds and cover them in Batter and Deep Fry them too.

French Fries come in Buckets, as do Cookies. And you can get Sodas in Gallon Jugs.

(You don't want to EAT these things. You will be ill. They're just for lookin at. Like the Midway)

That isn't why I go tho. I think it's the people. Everyone is so happy, you make friends where ever you go, in what ever line. When the DNR tower used to be open, the people you met at the top, after climbing hundreds of stairs were REALLY your friends. The people who escape the Haunted House with you, were definately your friends. (More than likely you had just been CLINGING to each other for the past 20 min)

You can sit in the Beer Garden (even tho there is no real beer) and look at Saw Art (Kid you not, Google it) or in the International Village and hear your friends play Irish Music (Or gig yourself, which has happened too)

And this year, we can Live Tweet it.

And you can come too.

Love and the Fair,
Lorraine