Fare Day

September 2, 2013

“We already spent $180 today so I have to go back to the cash machine line,” she belted as I passed, on the way to the Fairgrounds exit. Another woman admitted they were out a mere $80 and has to take the bus home immediately, before she has to file bankruptcy. I am shocked and dragging my left foot more than a bit, while juggling an apple caramel malt from the Dairy Barn, three cow face masks for Taelor and her roomies, and my sack full of snacks from before the parade. Rode in my good friend’s fairy car, didn’t manage the “wave,” very well, however.  I succumbed to the Queen Wave, in the end, whatever that is. Should have gotten “elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist” lessons prior to the event. Drat.

The dude in the yellow corvette claimed to be waiting for the darling tall blonde to ride in the back of his car. My girlfriend and I exchanged a “loser” look and continued to pretend we cared whether she appeared in his life to save the day, prior to the parade send-off. I declined his lame half-hearted offer to sit in the back of his fancy sports car after the beauty queen failed to grace our presence. Too bad for him. I had a grand time in the fairy car, declaring little children can turn into fairies, with the wave of my magic, glittery branch wand.

Don’t do mobs well. The last time I was in a crowd of over 60,000 bodies was in Seattle at the anti-war march. It was a moving and powerful attraction, though didn’t give me much fuel for confidence in the White House members, who fell short in listening to the general public’s wishes.

I shuffled along at the Fair for a few hours, got several flat tires on my bad ankle. I am reluctant to “give way” though I never quite certain I was headed in the right direction. The people watching is always good but seeing the newborn piglets made my day. I am good for another year or five.