Once again on Thursday, autos were streaming into the yard between 4:00 PM and 6:00 PM. I have concluded that it is because the neighbors are not yet home from work so our unpaid, underage staff gets a jump. We parked nine cars (although one was my cousin, although she paid double the rate) before the signs came out in the neighborhood. My-Sugar-Na and I stayed out until about 6:30, and decided that was long enough to head to the Fair ourselves.
Last year when we went to the Fair, My-Sugar-Na was ahead of the curve by buying her ticket from a nogoodnik in front of Walgreens (who had sold her a used ticket). This year we had taken advantage of the Brewers Doubleheader Deal and had our tickets in hand since early-June. We made that
laborious trek quick hop, step and jump from our house to the Fair, and the fun began
Upon entering the Fair, we didn't even waste time with dinner... it was onto the cream puffs. With sticky fingers and faces, we then started milling the grounds aimlessly. I did get to Ruben's BBQ, and although I saw someone gnawing at Rib Tips, I decided to have the Hot Link so we could continue strolling the Fairgrounds. It was nice and spicy, but the sweet BBQ sauce offset it nicely. It was a well-spent fin.
Our next stop was Mo-Joes (formerly Shakey's). Not for the pizza, but to check up on (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Stepson, Grizzly, who was in the back cutting pizza and stuff. Did he see us? Youbetcha he did. His mother and I waved, and shouted "Hi (Grizzly)" over and over, while he pretended to ignore us. His co-workers, however, got a big kick out of it.
We did the racing pigs (by the way, I liked Robinson's Racing Pigs way more than the current Hogway Speedway), and the Wisconsin Products hall, and the typical stuff, however almost all of the animal barns were empty. It is unfortuanate that a wholesale changeover was happeneing while we wanted to visit the piggies and moo-cows. There were some cows and horses still around, but we got tired of chasing ghosts so we moved on.
After the obligitory stop at Lefty's Milk Barn, My-Sugar-Na still has $20 burning a hole in her pocket. I think it is goofy to buy stuff from the flea market vendors or the Expo hall... especially if you have to carry it around the rest of the day. But (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Father told her recently that he allows him self one $20 silly impulse purchase each year, thereby sanctioning My-Sugar-Na's shopping spree. Apparently it didn't count that - when we were in the building with dogs - that she spent not one, but TWO dollars on the Get Kissed by a Dog booth. The doggie in the booth was cute, but My-Sugar-Na doesn't let ME kiss her that wet and sloppily.
Walking down the Grandstand shopping villiage, I beat her to the punch by buying some 400-thread count, Egyptian Cotten bed linen. They were $21 (with tax) but I park cars for a living, I've earned that extra buck. My-Sugar-Na, however, was besides herself. "I don't see anyone else carrying bed sheets. Everybody has mops, and I want a chamois, but NOBODY has a bag of sheets". Personally, I think she is sore that I bought something before she did.
A little while later, while I am eating my Fried Snickers bar with one hand while still grasping my priceless posession in the other, she notices that the Expo hall closes at 10:00, and we only have about 25 minutes for her to spend her $20.
I never like the Expo hall normally because it gets so crowded, and there are kids (and those damn strollers) all over the place. But at 9:45, it is quite empty... a lovely shopping experience indeed. Being emptier than normal, it affords My-Sugar-Na the opportinity to spot the Sham-WOW booth. Along the way, we found a booth that sold the latest generation of Ginsu knives, and we asked the guy for a demonstration. He said it was too close to closing time, and since Saturday is Media Day, he couldn't show us how to cut a hammer in half with a knife. But he did give us two plastic trinkets, and then spent five of our precious minutes showing us how the orange peeler and apple corer worked. I pull My-Sugar-Na away... we are running out of time.
After racing through the Expo hall, here's the funny part - and trust me, if I tell you in advance it was funny, imagine if you were there! - I counted FOUR booths selling the same linens that I just bought, but we never saw a mop or chamois vendor. OMG it was a hoot! "There's a linen guy" I would say. Then she would swat me in the arm. "Look, another one". "Ooooohhhh. Bedsheets!". WHAP.
Finally at 10:05 (five minues past closing time... I am just glad that the bunko squad didn't get us for making an after hours purchase) my lovely bride buys a $14 item from a vendor of dog bric-a-brak. We leave the Expo hall, make one more trip to Mo-Joes to
embarass say goodbye to Grizzly and we make our way home. Four hours of fun. I kind of wish we had time to go again. However, I still have spots open on my lawn, and there are still three more days (with outstanding weather forecast) for everybody else to go and have a good time.