10 11 twenty-nineteen
THREE consecutive numerical holidays in a row and it will end today. This in and of itself should be both observed and celebrated however will in all likelihood be missed by the masses or I am becoming preferred to refer to them ALL as ‘The mess’.
A dentist appointment this later morning with the new dentist (2nd time) within walking distance so convenient with a capital k. Cheers to hoping the second experience is a little better.
I am thinking now the seasons have officially changed. At 0701 the sound of the wind moving the leaves on the large branches of the oak tree next door sounded like waves hitting a beach. Then and now the rain continues slow and steady with a distant rumble of thunder and flash of lightning accentuated by the lingering darkness.
HEY THAT’S PRETTY GOOD.
O, I No.
That’s what this blog is all about. Strategically PRACTICING and working on my writing so someday I can be like Matthew Pearl.
Yesterday after posting up I headed to the Great State Fair of Texas.
AGAIN?
You heard me.
I got a little bit of a late start and it only got worse as when I finally got to the Parker Road station (aka terminus or End of the Red line) there was not a single parking spot available.
I thought I found one but a minivan was poorly parked and took up two spaces. I would put down a quid or a schilling I was not the only person pissed off by this for he took MY spot. The DART police should issue people like that a ticket, citation or spanking whatever it is they do.
So I drove down the Red line to the Geo Bush Hwy station and same story. At this time I am thinking perhaps it is in the cards that I DRIVE to the fair this day but one more try and the next/nearest I am most familiar with is Arapaho Road.
My luck changes alright as there are many parking places available and open. The only down side is they are far from the platform but a hike is not harmful to my condition yet so I pack up, lock up and set out.
The trip to on the train in was only memorable for the group of loud women apparently and obviously on a ‘girls day out.’ Being gracious, all were middle age and old, not elderly but still pre-hag.
Did I mention loud?
YES.
OK. One of those situations where one WISHES they had a hearing aid to simply tune it out. I mean 99% of ALL of the conversations were of no interest to me and I am sure those further back could care less either.
But let’s get t the fair highlights.
I used the guide map from the first visit and had some spots I wanted to try after mission essentials.
The first required stop was popcorn.
Popcorn, once a fair favorite and staple, apparently is not longer such and trending downward as it is getting hard to find. I was thinking most likely because it was healthy and eco-friendly. Let’s face it people prefer the corny dogs, waffle cones and (very) high priced turkey legs and stuff-on-a-stick.
Six coupons.
Now it’s about 1230 and time for the first concert at the ‘Bud Light’ stage and it is James Hand.
A power C & W trio covering a lot of J Cash so with the Red Barn RIGHT THERE, the cheapest beer on the grounds, AND today the shipment of Modelo Especiale arrived and I am in Heaven.
Six tickets.
Very good and tasty after the popcorn. And James Hand isn’t bad eyther.
I check the time and I gots to boogie over to see Burt the chainsaw carver on business. So I walk over but misjudge the travel time with the crowd traffic and the next show has started when I get there.
OK. Back to Bud light concert, James Hand and a refill. I know I can catch Burt after the next show. He isn’t going anywhere.
I find a nice place to sit & sip in the shade and enjoy the new, fresh and most importantly COLD Modelo . I flip down the shades and idly start taking in the humans as they race by in scooters, shuffle along on foot or get pushed around in any and all sortts of wheeled contraptions.
If you ever, EVER want to see a vivid cross section of life on earth, intelligent or otherwise, the GSFOT is THEE place to witness such observations and behaviors.
For example, I am thinking some women, girls or ladies would have SOME sense of shame or decency with attire. Be warned there is a LOT of cellulite on the hoof mooving around again apparently with varying degrees of difficulty.
Some, and the number is growing, obviously think or feel that tattoos on the thigh are attractive. The question if applying said tattoos to cellulite can be accomplished has without a doubt been answered.
I found myself looking away after the amazement at the sheer novelty wore off which was BTW early.
From the Guide, it being lunch time, I found a true SF gem but as is the case it was a little hard to find.
The Calypso Shrimp bowl was 5-6 large, plump shrimp cooked to perfection set on and over rice with vegetables. Cooked in small batches so it was fresh, hot and nothing OVER cooked, it was outstanding, a ‘true find’ and worthy of a ‘RECOMMEND.’
And a repeat probably next week replacing the sky rocketing price of the ever-popular turkey leg.
This part of the ‘market’ will be refusing to pay the price of the escalating drumstick smoked, fried or roasted and I CAN WAIT until Thanksgiving Thank you.
Next, dessert.
WAIT. BACK TO THE SHRIMP BOWL. HOW MUCH WAS THAT? DON’T SAY SIX TICKETS POR FAVOR.
IDK. Ten maybe 12 tickets? It didn’t matter really as it was much better and considerably less than a turkey leg, lighter and gluten free.
Dessert also came Thanks to the Guide booklet research but again proved very hard to find. I had to consult the map a few times AND when I got very close had to confirm THIS WAS the place.
It was tucked away and the single dip cone of strawberry ice cream with recognizable pieces of guess what … STRAWBERRIES !! … was lights out.
Six (6) coupons.
OOPS !
I have gone over the 1k limit of words with this entry.
Plus my available time budget has expired.
S**ks for you.
More Fair adventures this time next week.
