Last week I sent an e-mail to Laura demanding that we do something fun over the weekend, to which Laura responded, “Wait, aren’t we already going to the fair?”
I won’t lie. I’m one of those people to whom a good fair has an almost inexhaustible appeal. What’s not to love? Throngs of interesting people, buildings well stocked with cakes and jams and zucchini of varying sizes and colors, pigs, cows, chickens, piglets, photo contests, kitschy shows, and stand after stand of temptingly carbacious foods that were forged in the secret kitchens of Hell.
For a young Oregonian with the vaguest concept of sophistication and propriety, the fair is like catnip.
We left fairly early this morning after we thoroughly slathered our arms and faces with suntan lotion, but it wasn’t that necessary. The day turned out to be just barely blue. High thin clouds blocked out the heat, and there was a pleasant breeze drifting around the buildings. It was a good day to be outside. Since Taylor’s and my new camera (a Canon Powershot, thanks for the advice, friends!) arrived on Thursday, we were eager to give it a good solid workout.
Naturally, this meant annoying the livestock.
What about you guys? Been to the fair this summer? Got a favorite part?