Is this a great intersection, or THE GREATEST intersection? You be the judge.
You can feel the nerves as fils attempts to defeat père at Whack-a-Mole, thus cementing his superiority and knocking the elder male from the top of pack leadership. You can tell how tense it was, because Brian couldn’t even bring himself to put his cup of coffee down while playing. You never know when you’ll need to hydrate. Whack-a-Mole is quite cardio-intensive.
Of course, it was a county fair, so there was food:
Just because you’re at the fair doesn’t mean you don’t have to eat your vegetables. They’re garden fresh!
Nor does it mean your canine companion should go hungry. Grrrrr!
Personally, I ate some zeppole and a piece of frozen cheesecake on a stick dipped in chocolate. I would have taken a picture, but I was covered in chocolate sauce and powdered sugar and the birds were starting to peck at me something fierce.
Then we gawked at people doing insane things. I assume someone paid them lots of money to participate in these activities.
To the untrained eye, it seems to have been specifically designed to use centrifugal force to push the contents of your GI tract upward and outward. Which is an especially good thing to do to people who have just eaten a bagful of fried Oreos and washed it down with a 48 ounce strawberry daquiri. At least it’s pretty at night.
Let it also be known that my spouse won me a large stuffed bear in a safari hat, and a stuffed dolphin wearing a “Property of the Jersey Shore” sweatshirt, because he is king of awesome.* Does anyone want these things? Because I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with them.
This post was only remotely about food, and I do not apologize for that fact.
*Actually, Kerry, you are getting this and I expect that it will be prominently displayed.
[tags]fair, carnival, rides, fried, food, whack-a-mole[/tags]