Shit, I was there with the ogwife and the oglet. Shoulda let me know.

Buncha booger eating, ass-hanging-out white trash. I LOVE the fair, and I forgot how much till today.

Wad, the Spawn, and the WoW were out there as well. Wad thinks that they hire the surliest buncha bastards they can find at the methadone clinic to run the rides at the fair. The Spawn is old enough to finally start riding (and insisting) the rides.

In short, for fours hours of entertainment and sweat the charge came to 60 bucks, American.

Ouch.

You gotta spring for the bracelets, Wad. We did the bracelets, the oglet and the ogwife and I ate, drank, parked, and rode rides until we were blue in the face (OK, I didn’t ride rides) all under $30.

And yeah, the carnies are ALWAYS freaky. That’s why they call ‘em carnies.

Small hands… smell like cabbage…

Seriously though, I have to agree with Snidge.  In the 3 years I lived in the region, I went to more fairs and fests than I probably ever will during the rest of my life (and that includes going to the annual local fair every year as a kid).

Popcorn Fest, Pierogi Fest, Blues Fest, Jazz Fast, Taste of Chicago, Lake County Fair, the list goes on… ack!

And after having gone back to my hometown’s annual fair this past year, I’m amazed to see that all the rides I thought were totally cool when I was an immortal teenager… now look more like rusty, rat-eaten death-traps.  And since when did it become $5 for 3 darts? Huh?  WTF!

What a difference in perspective 15 years can make,
Dix