Sunday, August 23, 2009

faire weather

On friday I met up with some friends at the Lane County Fair. I entered the event at the gate next to The Slingshot. You can fork over thirty dollars to be seated in a big chair attached to huge rubberbands, and be shot into the sky. Marvelous. I would totally lose my shit.

I went to hang out with friends, and for photo ops, and because at that particular time, it was free admittance (otherwise it woulda cost nine clams). The reason a passel of the population gained free entry is because one of our local stores sponsors an hour on one day: if you flash your Bi Mart card, you're in.

Welcome to the Fair! Where everything is deep fried - even the ice cream, and the goats. Okay right okay not the goats.

And this is the best photo:


two question test reveals answer

Which two questions do you think are asked?

1. Who's the last rock star you slept with?
2. What's the square root of pi?
3. Have you ever double-dipped?
4. When you stole that tenner from the tip jar did you spend it all on yourself?
5. Stranded on an island in a hypothetical sea-wreck, which three items could you not live without?
6. Do you fancy that pygmy goat yonder?


That was friday, which was a day I felt like dog shit (in body, if not in spirit). I was up ridiculously late the night before, drawing until waaay past midnight, drinking wine, and Skype-ing with a friend in the UK. Friday afternoon I went to the local market for wine-tasting, which cured my hangover. (note to self)


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