The State Fair

I visited the State Fair tonight. Had the opportunity to try and be 18 again, and go rock out at a concert. I saw Hoobastank. First off, it was a LOT of fun, and they put on a great show. Lot's of energy and really very fun.

But it's still the State Fair...

On the way in to the concert, I passed the 4H Shop. You can buy any assorted goods there that have been knitted, quilted, sewed, glued, tied, wittled, carved, painted, assembled, grown, bred, and dried. It's a ridiculous market of miscellania provided to the crowd by a lot of 8-18 year old kids, that the minds eye makes you think of Pedro and Napoleon.

Then the concert. I was sitting 2nd row center. GREAT seats. Right next to the Mosh Pit. I could have added to the previous blog about getting old that when you look with a small amount of fear at the Mosh Pit, and think, "those kids are going to hurt someone!"

So after leaving the concert I had the unusual and completely incredible opportunity to watch a pig race. Yes, a pig race. 4 pigs, each wearing a different color, cheered on by probably 500 screaming fans, race around a track covered in saw dust. The guy calling the race (is he the color commentator?) made it a point to tell the crowd that he and his pigs tour the country for 300 days a year. "Tour?" 300 days???

And then there were the Carny Folk. But after the pigs, they weren't that weird.