04 Oct
Posted by: The Weakonomist in: personal, weekend edition
I’m not much of the fair type. Rides are fun and all but things are too derned expensive there. With the recession and the financial news lately, everyone in financial services is tightening their belts. If you aren’t yet bought, you might be. Or if you’re buying, you might still lose your job. Everything is up in the air for the next 12 months for the more than 1 million Americans that work for the big banks. I’ve mentioned before I work for the big banks, can’t say which, but everyone is stressing it a bit. But I digress.
My girlfriend, ‘The Sheconomist”, and I first met at this very fair 5 years ago. So we like to go back and enjoy the things that made that night so special. No I don’t win her a stuffed dog, and she doesn’t want to ride the ferris wheel and pretend to be scared so I’ll hold her. We’re a bit more contemporary…
We like to go and look at all the trashy people. I’m from the south, live in the south, and am proud of this region. However, then you have people from the SOUTH, and they are entertaining. Sometimes fat, sometimes nasty, always fun. Yes we are bad people and think we’re better than them. So what?
OK, I’m no Saint, but if you wanted one you could read Trent’s blog which is full of nice and positive things. You’re reading my blog. This means you probably think somewhere along the lines I do. It’s the weekend, go to a public place and look at all the people that have it worse than you do. If you need me, I don’t care, I’ll be at the fair, with The Sheconomist, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the people.
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the ginger avenger
06|Oct|2008 1Fairs…sigh…
I remember them all too well, and now I just have to deal with Harley rallies multiple times a year. I’m still not quite sure what’s so macho about man-tassels on leather vests, attractive about biker chicks that have cellulite spilling out of their meshness, or the intrigue of a counterculture that all dresses the same way + meets at the same place multiple times a year. It kinda defeats the counterculture mentality, rght?
At the bar the other night, there was a 45+ year old woman decked out in pleather pants and a fishnet “shirt” with a completely visible bra. Knowing that she has at least a few kids at home, I’m wondering what the poop makes it ok to do such things.
…sigh. The joys of the SOUTH (aka the dirty dirty) vs. the joys of the south.
teeef
09|Oct|2008 2hahahahaha i don’t miss this at all. i miss home, but not the SOUTH.
that said, i don’t have to go to fairs or walmarts to make myself feel better, i can just glare with disdain at all the tourists with their damn umbrellas (even more useless in chicago-even when it’s not windy here, it is) who don’t know how to effectively use sidewalks, or find any random bar on milwaukee and go hipster-hating. trixies, ugggggghhhhh.
..it’s so not the same.
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