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| - Oh, the good old Arizona State Fair! How many years of great memories you have provided me with. Hell, when I was a lot younger, I saw one of Nirvana's last concerts at the fair. Only paid 3 bucks for it.
Things have changed since then, especially pricing, but being an Arizona Native, I look forward to this every year.
The highlights I always look for deal mostly with the people watching:
-The gorgeous NASCAR mullets present. Saw my first Winger style mullet within 5 minutes of entry.
-The lack of dental hygiene.
-Getting my feet run over several times by strollers from people looking at everything except where they are walking. Last I checked I wasn't invisible.
-The extremely liberal use of the "F" and "N" word. It was like I was listening to the movie "American History X" Last I checked, saying "Damn bitch, what up, ho?" isn't the greatest pick up line. Bring your young sons down so they can learn how to run game.
Now, this year I went on opening day. 1 dollar entry fee. Of course I got hosed for parking, but that is to be expected. The lighting is terrible in the parking lot but all the broken glass in the parking lot illuminates off the parking lights to help you find your way.
The food here always rates a high score from me. Of course, this is without a doubt the worst food you can be eating (there is actually a stand or two that sell deep fried twinkies) but who can say no to Indian fry bread?
Free concerts most nights (of course, not on the night I was there) but did get to see figure 8 racing. A bunch of people crashing cars into each other just screams America. And where else can you spend 30 dollars winning a 40 cent stuffed teenage mutant ninja turtle?
The petting zoo sports a decent amount of animals you can pet and take your picture with. I pet a goat and a wallaby. The goat looked at me. I was happy. The pens seemed relatively free of vast amounts of goat shit. That is a plus. You can also buy some food and hand feed them too.
This year, while enjoying a ride on the people mover (I forget the actual name of it, but it is the ride that is what you find at a ski resort that takes you to the top of the hill) and my friend pointed out a gang fight below us. How fortunate of us to get a birds eye view of the violence.
Before leaving, I want more fair food. Walking back to get a slice of pizza, much to our fortune guess what we get front row seats to? Could it be, why YES! Another gang fight! Awesome! Round two, FIGHT! Snapped a picture of that one.
After the cops broke this one up, an older gentleman viewing the previously mentioned violence, looks at me and says "I think it is time to get the fuck out of here."
I concur and made my way towards the exit.
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