This past weekend was our little burg's summer carnival. We used to have a pretty big, city-sponsored event, but even Downers Grove is broke so it was cancelled. The Rotary Club stepped in to sponsor a much smaller, scaled-back "festival" that consisted of a handful of rides and some food trailers. Our old fest used to get bands like Foghat and Molly Hatchet. Hey, at least I've heard of them. The new fest's headliner was a U2 cover band. It doesn't count if you've only heard of the band that they're covering.
Because the Rotarians were running the show, the row of card tables that you had to pass to get to the rides was dominated by more conservative organizations than before. There were church preschools and Gideons handing out Bibles. One woman thrust a pamphlet at me and asked if I was interested in Christian counseling. Was it the bald spots or the shoulder twitch that gave me away?
Funnel cake or curly fries: WWJD?
It was hotter 'n balls out. They had misters to cool you down, and as soon Audrey realized that they had a function other than to visually stim on it was hard to tear her away. But tear her away I had to because I had made the unfortunate mistake of purchasing a $25 sheet of tickets not realizing that we were going to have had our fill after about 15 minutes. So I had to force Audrey to go on rides. Just as an aside, what is it about those sheets of tickets that makes you forget how to do basic math? It's 3 tickets to ride the ferris wheel, and you think "Well, gee, that seems reasonable." Meanwhile, you've gotten 22 tickets for $25, and even if you can't figure that out to the penny, you know that it's more than a buck a ticket. The two of us riding the ferris wheel twice came to $13.64. Oh well, it was the only breeze to be had so it might have been worth it.
Audrey prostrate on a flying elephant
We used all but 3 tickets. I'll keep those for my scrapbook, along with my New Testaments and family therapy brochure. You never know when I might need them.