Now I'm breaking free
Unexpectedly this evening, I ended up at the Etown Fair. I'd been wanting to go, but not by myself, so when after work a co-worker asked if wanted to go with her, I jumped at the chance. And so, after two beers and some minor drama at the bar, I found myself at the fair.
I love fairs. There's just something about the feel of being outside in the summer, when it's getting dark and the lights from the various stands and rides are shining. And all the people . . . the babies, the teenagers who think they may be the coolest people on earth, families and couples and old people. Not a lot of racial diversity, but every other kind.
And the highlight of the night was seeing a chick hatch. Jess and I hung out forever around the chick hatching case, because there was this one right on the verge of breaking out. We stayed there for fifteen minutes, then held rabbits, then came back and hung out for ten more minutes, watching the little thing try REALLY hard to bust that shell open. He finally succeeded, and it was the like the most triumphant thing I've ever seen. And kind of gross.
I ran into seven people that I know at the fair tonight, not counting the guy from work who I actually expected to see. Two different people from my old job, my cousin and her husband, friends from church, and another girl. So random. Who knew this many people went to the Etown Fair?
Anyway, dinner was fried (vegetables and a funnel cake), and then I won two goldfish, who I have christened Xango and Waiora. I went to the Etown Giant to buy fish food, and discovered that they were almost out of the cheapo small jar of fish flakes. (I got the last one). I think a lot of people have won fish this week.
I had them together in the same bowl, because I thought they might want to be friends, coming from similar backgrounds and all. However, Xango chased Waiora all around and seemed angry, so I separated them, fed them, and now I'm leaving them alone.
I hope they live for a long time. Because even with the small jar, I have a lot of fish food to get rid of.
I love fairs. There's just something about the feel of being outside in the summer, when it's getting dark and the lights from the various stands and rides are shining. And all the people . . . the babies, the teenagers who think they may be the coolest people on earth, families and couples and old people. Not a lot of racial diversity, but every other kind.
And the highlight of the night was seeing a chick hatch. Jess and I hung out forever around the chick hatching case, because there was this one right on the verge of breaking out. We stayed there for fifteen minutes, then held rabbits, then came back and hung out for ten more minutes, watching the little thing try REALLY hard to bust that shell open. He finally succeeded, and it was the like the most triumphant thing I've ever seen. And kind of gross.
I ran into seven people that I know at the fair tonight, not counting the guy from work who I actually expected to see. Two different people from my old job, my cousin and her husband, friends from church, and another girl. So random. Who knew this many people went to the Etown Fair?
Anyway, dinner was fried (vegetables and a funnel cake), and then I won two goldfish, who I have christened Xango and Waiora. I went to the Etown Giant to buy fish food, and discovered that they were almost out of the cheapo small jar of fish flakes. (I got the last one). I think a lot of people have won fish this week.
I had them together in the same bowl, because I thought they might want to be friends, coming from similar backgrounds and all. However, Xango chased Waiora all around and seemed angry, so I separated them, fed them, and now I'm leaving them alone.
I hope they live for a long time. Because even with the small jar, I have a lot of fish food to get rid of.
posted by Melanie at 9:40 PM
