A little break

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So, I know how much you've all enjoyed reading and viewing pics from our trip, but it's time for me to take a break from all that. I will now post something totally un-trip related. Ready? OK.

We went to the fair a couple of weeks ago and let me just say, that is country living at it's finest. And I mean it sincerely. I love seeing how hard all the kids in our county work to get their animals in tip top shape in the hopes of winning Best of Show, or those beautiful blue First Prize ribbons. It brings me a sense of community, and makes me feel so proud to be a little bit hick. (Although compared to the fair people, I was just another city slicker come to gaze at the country folk, but still.)
My sis in law, Jen and her 3 monkeys came to visit. The night before Jen came, I took my girls to see Huey Lewis and The News perform.Now to say that I hadn't been properly warned would be a lie. I had been planning this for weeks; ever since I found out Huey would be coming to town. I remember my brothers and I singing at the top of our lungs to the video "The Heart of Rock 'n Roll" my dad taped for us from Friday Night Videos. The above album could be used to define a period of my life where I believed Huey when he told the world it was "Hip to be Square". Anyways, when I told Michael that I wanted to go, these were his exact words: "Nice. You'll be out there groovin' to the 'Power of Love' with a bunch of senior citizens. That guy's gotta be like, 70 or something. Have fun."

Actually, Huey's 60. But whose keeping score?

Highlights include, but are not limited to: Seeing a grey-hair-dyed-charcoal-black, 60 year old Huey bop around on the stage. Corrine feeling beer drops on her head instead of rain drops. A man getting arrested not 10 feet from us. A woman wearing a very short dress standing uphill from us with the word Bling largely tattooed on the back of each of her thighs. White trash at its best (or worst). And a young mother holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other who asked her daughter (who couldn't have been more than 6) for a lighter which the daughter proudly pulled from HER OWN POCKET. Ahh, good times.
Poor Huey. He's not as handsome as another 60 year old I know.

Comments

Danielle said…
Ooooooho ho ho ho ho boy. I am so sad that I wasn't able to enjoy the eye candy in person, but the imagery is probably even better than the real thing because I am imagining some AMAZING people watching. Seriously? Bling? A lighter?? In her pocket??? Bahhaahaaa.a...

serse

Serse, that is so hilarious.
August 19, 2009 at 11:47 AM
Penny said…
Thanks from daddy- very nice picture. It is hip to be square! Never forget it- love you!
August 19, 2009 at 5:48 PM
Unknown said…
ERMA: OHHHHHH that is the cutest post! funny, TRUE, and sweet of your old fart pops! who is really the king of rock and pop! That old bird can still put some drummers to shame! NICE pic of your dad! hugs!
August 20, 2009 at 8:20 AM
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