Tom and I snuck out the other night and went to the Boone County Fair. I had been once before when the kids were little, during the day. We saw a baby beauty pageant which kind of frightened me, and some really pretty needle work, stuff like that. Boy, at night, though, it really gets cooking (both literally and figuratively!)
We watched the draft horse cinder block pulling competition. Those horses get into it!
And who can pass up the Holy Donuts? This one is a family favorite because Sam earned a whole school years worth of service hours 'working' in this trailer at St. Tim's Oktoberfest. I think the service he provided was eating the donuts before they could get cold. You know, a housekeeping sort of a thing.
Of course there was a game and ride area, but we old people got to skip that. But the Ferris Wheel was purty anyway.
The highlight for Tom and a frighteningly large number of other people was the mini-car demolition derby. The lady behind us was apparently a connoiseur, because she seemed to know an awful lot about the drivers from previous week's fairs and competitions. Whatever!
Oh, the humanity!
I did NOT eat any of this stuff. Okay, I had fried pickles from the next booth over, but I have a feeling that if I had tried either the reeses' cups or the oreos, I would either be back there for my ninety ninth serving, or trying to sell the kids so that I could go back for the 100th.
I have to put in a plug for the incredibly handsome and talented young men who were directing traffic (this is Daniel's friend Erick).
and, of course, the junior horsemanship competition. This young lady was really nice and explained how it works to us city folk (well, suburbanites, anyway.).
We watched the draft horse cinder block pulling competition. Those horses get into it!
And who can pass up the Holy Donuts? This one is a family favorite because Sam earned a whole school years worth of service hours 'working' in this trailer at St. Tim's Oktoberfest. I think the service he provided was eating the donuts before they could get cold. You know, a housekeeping sort of a thing.
Of course there was a game and ride area, but we old people got to skip that. But the Ferris Wheel was purty anyway.
The highlight for Tom and a frighteningly large number of other people was the mini-car demolition derby. The lady behind us was apparently a connoiseur, because she seemed to know an awful lot about the drivers from previous week's fairs and competitions. Whatever!
Oh, the humanity!This car won the demoliton derby beauty contest. We didnt' stick around long enough to see if being pretty is a benefit in a demoliton derby, however.
I did NOT eat any of this stuff. Okay, I had fried pickles from the next booth over, but I have a feeling that if I had tried either the reeses' cups or the oreos, I would either be back there for my ninety ninth serving, or trying to sell the kids so that I could go back for the 100th. 
I have to put in a plug for the incredibly handsome and talented young men who were directing traffic (this is Daniel's friend Erick). and, of course, the junior horsemanship competition. This young lady was really nice and explained how it works to us city folk (well, suburbanites, anyway.).
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