Anyways, we went to the Texas State Fair.
(Is it just me? Or does Big Tex have boobs?)
The fair brought back a lot of great memories from last year at the fair where I waited 11 hours hours to see Oprah (read about it HERE). Come to think of it, that experience is probably a big reason why Dan was so reluctant to head back this year, as I think that he was mentally scarred from getting so much face time on the Oprah Show last year.
This year was different though because last year we were so tired after Oprah we didn't do anything. This year we got the true fair experience. What does that mean? Well let me tell you.
It means lines. Lines to get into the parking lot. Lines to get on the shuttle bus to get taken to the fair. Lines to get tickets into the fair. Lines to get food tickets. Lines to get the food. LINES LINES LINES LINES!!!!
Speaking of food, the fried frito pie won this year for best fried food and it was beyond disappointing. BEYOND. In fairness, if I known that frito pie included chili I would have been skeptical from the beginning. Want to know what was delicious? Fried cheesecake (shown above). Sadly, the line for fried beer was way too long. We'll have to try that one next year (assuming I can get Dan to go back after experience Oprah AND all those lines.)
My favorite part of the fair is all the animals. Which is why I got so excited to go into the (cough, kid's) petting zoo. Plus, I heard it had a giraffe and I LOVE GIRAFFES! The place was packed and I was forced to knock over about ten five-year-olds to be in prime giraffe feeding position. Initially, I was a bit distraught because the giraffe was ignoring everybody and eating his fence on the other side of his pen. So I decided to start speaking telepathically to the giraffe (stop judging) and the next thing I knew the GIRAFFE WALKED RIGHT OVER TO ME AND STARTED EATING OUT OF MY CUP!
PROOF OF MY TELEPATHIC GIRAFFE CAPABILITIES!!!!!!
I was beyond thrilled. All the five-year-olds were enraged with jealously. They huddled around me to try and get the giraffe's attention but the giraffe only wanted to eat from me! Then it happened.
The giraffe started eating my purse! My very expensive purse that I had fears about bringing to the fair anyways. All the kids started yelling "its eating your purse!" and laughing and being evil. I kept trying to move the giraffe's head but that motherf@#$@ was strong and just kept eating. I finally broke free from the mob screaming "its somebody else's turn! Somebody elses turn!"
I felt like it was a good lesson in sharing. For the kids, of course. For me it was a lesson in why I don't bring designer purses to the fair (my purse survived unscathed. BARELY. Although, It now smells a bit like giraffe saliva).