Sunday, April 29, 2007
Reasons I love going to baseball games in Tucson:
$4 beers are worth it when you are sitting outside on a perfect spring night.
Eating copious amounts of junk food is condoned as normal.
Listening to the conversations of strangers sitting around you and jumping in on them is not rude, it's inevitable.
Screaming, flailing your limbs and hurling insults is all par for the course.
The possibility of getting socked in the noggin by a foul ball at any time makes waiting in concession lines exciting.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
It was a Saturday night. I felt a little restless, a little rebellious. I wanted to get my kicks somewhere unusual. I wanted to be wild.
I ended up at the Pima County Fair.
I hadn't been to a county fair in years. It was even more than I imagined it would be. It was downright bizarre. And an absolute blast.
There was weird fair food, (like the King Arthur sized Turkey leg I could only eat a fifth of); an Elvis impersonator; live tigers (!); sea lions with which families can have their photo taken (see image above); wild rides (all featuring hip hop music - a few rides even had MCs. I mean, there's no better way to keep it real than on the "G Force", right?); a hypnotist; a personality analysis computer (it was huge, and they actually pressed buttons)...oh yeah, that was along the lines of the computerized palm reader, (which was an old fax machine with a manikin dressed like a gypsy glued to it); beer and drunk people; alternative hair styles; games; music; and last but not least, adorable farm animals (including baby lambs and goats - too cute).