Duvall, Jamie, Mikah, and I went to the Arkansas State Fair this evening.
So.
Much.
Fun.
Rides.
Screams.
Fries with cheese in a BUCKET.
A beef sundae. (It looks like a real sundae but is beef, mashed potatoes, and a tomato.)
The food was so gross that it looped around to being healthy.
Right before Duvall and I launched into our wonderdom of riding the Fireball, the "carnie" told us he hated his "motherfucking" job and said that we were the last place on his "tour" and he would be disassembling this ride for a "better version" or "a new part" or something of that nature. Then there was an ellipsis moment and he stammered that there was nothing wrong with the ride per se, but that this "new part" would merely make it where he did not have to climb as much. Then we were rocketed into our thrill ride avenue of playocity.
We then listened to a band called Tragikly White. They sang everything from "Thriller" to "Baby Got Back" to "Sweet Home Alabama". They were wonderful and so much fun to watch on the stage. They are playing at the Afterthought in a bit and I plan on visiting since it is a few blocks from mi casa. Ah, look at that Spanish education paying off there. And, FYI, I did research the band online when I got home. They made that much of an impression.
As we were exiting the park, I could not help but feel a sense of nostalgia I could not quite label; I felt connected to my inner child and was transfixed by the bright lights of the ferris wheel against the royal blue Autumn sky. It made me smile and feel like all my cares, all of the adult shit I carry around, had taken a much-needed nap.
So.
Much.
Fun.
I also saw "Paranormal Activity" with Megan. All I will say is: Go and see it. I am not a fan of the recent horror films for they are not scary, but this is. really.
Thanks to Duvall for having the idea to go to the fair, and for Jamie and Mikah for playing with me. And to the inventor of the beef sundae, I salute you.
I did not know that I liked the fair, but I do poppets, I do!
So.
Much.
Fun.
Love.
Heartitude.
Dustin.
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