Ya, I thought he was bigger. Guess I was just smaller.
Anyway, the group went to the fair last night. We didn't get there until about 7pm, but that was fine by me. Three hours is perfect. It was plenty of time for me to get my corn dog, turkey leg, and root beer. Mmmmmmmmm! What is better than gnawing on a roasted hunk of meat with a built in handle? I love me some turkey leg! RAH got fried cheesecake and fried oreos. Ange tried the fried pralines. I forget what Peter got, but I'm sure it was something fried. We were all intrigued by the idea of fried donkey tails. Ugh! Were they for real??? As a matter of fact, no. We found out much later in the evening (when we finally read our free map and schedule thingy) that a fried donkey tail is "an all beef frankfurter split lengthwise and generously stuffed with sharp cheddar cheese" that's then deep fried. Sounds kinda like something we should've tried.
We rode the Texas Star (waste of money last night--we barely went around twice) and walked quickly through the automobile buildings. The only Midway thing we did was the "guess your age" scam next to the ferris wheel. I thought for sure the guy would peg me as younger than I am. Let me tell you how uber pissed off I was when he guessed I was 37. Arrgh! Are you kidding me? Do I look that bad for my age? At least I got Melvin the stuffed sea turtle out of it. He's super cute. Of couse then the scammer made some tacky comment about how the winners always pick the prize that most looks like themselves. First he says I look like an old hag, then he says I look like a turtle. Will this asshole never shut up? Now I'm all worked up again. Jerk.
Of course before all the fair stuff, something good did happen. I had a fantabulous conversation via phone with a new prospect. We're definitely taking this one slow folks. It's not going to be like the last one who actively tried to smash my self worth into little pieces. If anyone's getting smashed, it's him. But wait...don't some people like to get smashed?