On the State Fair

The most distinct difference between the California State Fair and the New York State fair is the underlying thematic smell. The California State Fair smells like cotton candy and fresh hay. The New York State Fair smells like a combination of fried dough, cow poop, and vomit.

Despite the churning in my stomach, I had an excellent time. Aiyana and I made a round through the entire fairground (as well as a spin in the scariest ride ever, The Zipper) before meeting up with Nimish and James. We played fair games until we were half-broke (both in spirit and cash) but I didn't leave empty handed.

This is Nancy. He is a Jamaican banana. 

Some of the highlights included:

-Petting sheep whose wool had the consistency of Zeke's/Alex's afro.
-Being jipped a dollar into going to a fake "Wonders of the World" exhibit.
-Watching James eat a candy apple in under five minutes.
-Carrying around Nancy in all his glory.
- Listening to trumpet and sax players randomly scattered throughout the grounds.
-Staring in disgusted awe at little kids dressed in skimpy clothes tap dancing to fake jazz.

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Celebrating veggies. 

The fro sheep! 

Cindy, the sweetest ewe. 

The farm's all here. 

James was trying to barter for an extra layer of caramel. 

All right! Going thrift shopping with Daisy. More later.