Thursday, September 10, 2009

I'm fixing to hitch me a carnie...

It's that time of year again, country fair season! You can find a fair near you, no matter where in Maine you live. They typically start popping up in August, and run into October across this fine state. Now, I've never been a big fairgoer, but that doesn't mean they can't be filled with treasures. We went to the Springfield Fair last weekend. Springfield is tucked away in the woods, up near Lincoln, which is about 45 minutes north of Bangor. If you've never been there before, you are missing out!

Like most fairs in Maine, there is a decent amount of livestock. Chickens, goats, cows and pigs to name a few farm animals. Most country fairs have demolition derbies and horse races. The Springfield Fair even had a pig scramble, where they let a pig run loose and you have to try to catch them. I'm really wishing we had gotten there sooner so I could have tried it out. You only live once, right! There was also a raffle, with the winner getting a sweet 1999 Ford Taurus! Other constants at fairs are carnival rides, talents shows, gobs of teenagers and the finest of foods, such as candied apples, fried dough and buckets of fries.

I find myself using the fair as an opportunity to boost my own ego. Now, I'm an extremely confident person, but for those of you who are ever feeling down, head on down to the nearest fair, you will feel much better about yourself in a matter of seconds. For example...





The greatest sight at the fair this year had to be this lady...



She was falling asleep, and had that piece of food dangling from her mouth for at least five minutes before it finally fell out. She nearly lost her skirt a couple of times. She almost fell down at least a dozen times. She had a group of maybe 10 of us laughing hysterically before her man friend noticed and made her walk away.

Another interesting duo were these two...




Hey ladies, Cyndi Lauper called, she wants her outfits back!

Anyways, long story short, country fairs are where it is at. I mean, where else can you go to see carnival workers hitting on overweight 14 year old chicks, moms scream at their 4 year old while ripping butts in their face, and 60 year old women with less teeth than a 6 week old?! Hey, there are still plenty left to go to, I'm just saying.