The children woke together at around 2 and gave us an entire afternoon with which to deal with them, together. I'm trying very hard not to turn my life into a one note...thing. Like, I realize I have to do a lot of work to get out of here and have a job come this time next year, but I also don't want that to become my life, so I decided to go along with my wife's plan to go to the fair which, by the way, I hate fairs.
Fairs to me seem spots of total mediocrity. All throughout my young life I was getting honorable mentions when, and I'm sorry maybe I was an arrogant kid, but I think I deserved a hell of a lot more. Looking back, I have no idea how all of that played out. I once figured out how to explode hydrogen gas using soap or some such shit. Maybe they figured my mom helped me too much, but come on. Half those kids couldn't cut a f'ing straight line and their presentations looked like they were fashioned together using a modeller for an architectural firm. Who the hell knows.
In any case, I always figured that when my crappy fourth place thing went to the fair, somebody would happen upon it and wonder why in the hell it got fourth rather than first, but no one ever did, they just sort of accepted my mediocrity. Oh look at me, I turned a fucking potato into a battery and what's that...oh snap, lost out to a crappy volcano. Look, I make volcanoes for a living now, and believe you me, they were crap.
But the worst was wondering the halls of crap at a science fair, moving among projects that someone had lovingly worked on and which seemed to me, abandoned there, almost hopeless among the multitude of their peers from five school districts, and then suddenly, like a ninja or something, my project, which I've since long forgotten, jumps out at me and I get Honorable Mention yet again. Fuck I hated that.
The rest of the fair is the smell of cow shit and rides that are only half put together. I took my eldest on a ferrous wheel which could, for no explained reason, only be filled half to capacity. Beat that for, "holy shit, they brought the wrong bolts." No seriously, and I rode it, which makes the bravest person in the whole world...with my child, which makes me the worst father.
He got me back, of course. He's at the right age that if I pick him up while he's pitching a fit, he kicks me directly in the balls...twice. Oh my god that hurts, but I'm like...Dad, so I can't even flinch, I just drag him along with this sting in my balls like they've been hit with a wasp, and popped. That was us trying to make it past the bungee jumping trampoline.
Let me back up though because the greatest moment at the fair today was the ride in. Bumper to bumper traffic and some guy just f'ing cuts me off. I keep thinking to myself that wherever we end up, he'll be next to me and I am totally going to key his car. I may even write a message, and it's all I can think about as my youngest starts screaming and we slowly creep up the hill, passed by people who were smart enough to park way the hell away and walk it on in. I'm just filled with it. Then we're at the top and just about to pass the official parking lot that's closed, and boom they open it up and I get to turn into it, and that guy in front of me didn't because he cut me off. My god is an awesome god. I realize that you probably don't see this experience as religious, but I most certainly do.
I saw a woman at he fair with a tattoo of an open straight razor running across her neck, and it was big enough that it covered her entire neck. She had kids. How f'd up is that. That's the kind of people you see at the fair.
All in all, I give the Franklin County Fair a 2 out of 4. All it had was rides. It didn't even have a whole bunch of fair food, which is just ridiculous. I didn't see any of the school projects from the region. They were shit for livestock (though they did have turkeys). On the other hand, they didn't just take crap that had been in the field for the past ten years and turn it into an "exhibit" so that's worth at least one star.
Oh I forgot to tell you, I kept seeing people with open sores and gigantic tumors. There'd be some kid playing and all of a sudden you'd see some kind of giant purple hackey sack hanging from his cheek, or some large guy would walk by, and his calf would look like...you don't want to know, but he shouldn't have been wearing shorts. I don't know, maybe we showed up at Franklin County on Leper Day. As the place was crowded, it made it extremely hard to keep the children away from people who I thought might be infectious, but I did my best. Knock on wood.