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09/30/2005: "St. James"
Well it's that time of year again, the time of year when I have to park 2+ blocks away from my apartment and basically have to be a hermit all weekend unless I want to park even further away.
I like sitting on my porch and watching all the people that normally wouldn't set foot in our neighborhood and laugh at them. I also look at them with contempt as they act like they are on their home turf, and all I do is yell "get out of my neighborhood."
Just like last year, we got Yanni G's tent set up right outside our apartment, so we hear nothing but crappy music on the grade school recorder, you know those flute things you play like a clarinet that are made out of plastic? Well this guy thinks he's da' bomb and plays CDs of his all day long. They consist of him playing crappy music like Celine Dion and other stuff that only old people would dare to buy. He shows off, playing 2 recorders at one time, playing along with his own CD. What better way to combat the crappy noise pollution than to fight it with our own noise pollution. I probably won't be able to blast my trashing newest Dream Theater CD, but a little hardcore rap would still do the trick. We try to play it just loud enough that it can be heard outside, but at the level, it's too loud for us to sit inside, so we must sit outside and deal with both musics at the same time.
B is often quite tame, opting not to bark at every person he sees, mostly because there are too many people to bark at. The smells are often tantilizing, ranging from typical fair food of elephant ears and shoestring fries, to everyone's favorite: the turkey leg. Last year we had a front row, upper deck view of the legs being smoked on the huge grills. I think this year we're not going to have a good look at the legs because some greek food tent is set up below us...never any good food there.
I've walked through the fair at least 3 times since I've been in Louisville and it's always the same crap. Sure there's some good things that I'd like, but most of it is crafts and people who will try to sell anything they can weld with a blowtorch. If you have a mom that's into crap because she thinks it's neat-o art, I suggest pushing her into the crowd and leaving ASAP. Anything that I could make could be sold at this fair, but it's a good variety of crap that is the drawing factor. There's lots of metal and wood and sewing things, as well as paintings and things of that sort. Last year I wanted to get a walking stick (wizard's staff), a journal of recycled/woven paper, and just about anything made out of wood. I think I like the wood stuff the best because it looks a lot better and the messed up, stupid things you can do with wood is limited. The stuff made out of metal though, is over the top and gaudy, like little stick figures made of wire, and watering cans stuck on poles with a bunch of metal fused to them. They even sell beer at this sucker, so you know it's a good time when you walk around with an open container in the middle of a street a block away from a police substation in an area that you normally would be arrested for doing so.
Let's just hope our good friend Garreth finally calls us so I can pick up my meds this weekend, or it will be so boring that I will just let B loose on the masses and laugh. I think he'd have a heart attack because he wouldn't know what to do first. He'd try to run as fast as he could, but with thousands of people milling around shoulder to shoulder, he probably wouldn't even get up to speed. At least he'd find himself some food and scare the crap out of some kids. That's what fairs are all about, really.