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I WIN. \o/
EDIT: This year's fair is even lamer than usual (not including the food stands, of course), with one exception -- the hippie guy is back! Well, okay, he's not a hippie, but he sells those bags and flowy dresses and stuff that I like. The downside? I literally have five bucks to last me until next payday. So much for pretty dresses and new purses I don't need. :(
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-31 04:11 pm (UTC)*already kinda ate it really, really fast*
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:18 pm (UTC)*plots to make funnelcakes happen*
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:43 pm (UTC)Man, I love that movie.
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:46 pm (UTC)I would forward you cash, but I won't get my next real paycheck until Aug 29th :(
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Date: 2008-07-31 10:11 pm (UTC)Please tell me that when it's time for the fair you'll go to Harford and make your way to the Montrose Marching Band booth and order a milkshake and a funnelcake and eat them for me. Savor that thick quart of ice cream blended with a splash of milk until it's almost a liquid. Relish the twists and turns of the vast labyrinthine knot of white flour and grease topped with a snowdrift of confectioner's sugar. Rejoice in the insane sugar rush to fuel you through the tractor pull and the exhibits at Mechanics Hall.
And don't forget French fries in a paper cone, served with vinegar, and some deep-fried pierogies, and cider, and cheese curds from the Amish cheese factory in Laceyville, and the luscious fresh-squeezed lemonade (I think that's from Mountain View high school, but I could be wrong).
(I grew up in Jackson and went to school at Blue Ridge, but all we do is buttons. Sigh.)
Oh God, I am homesick. Or maybe that's just indigestion from thinking about Fair food.