In Mid-State Fairness.

Last night I had the distinct pleasure of going to my first Mid State Fair to see Toby Keith in concert. And I know, I know, I have lived in the county for going on 7 years, but I had as yet never visited the parallel universe that is the Paso Fair Grounds. My love for country crooning lured me right out of my comfort zone. And I tell you, it was like walking (while drinking booze out of a plastic boot that lit up) on a whole other planet. A planet of Wranglers, stretch pants, and frankly, the most respectable mullet I have ever had the good fortune to drunkenly point at.

Let's start with the food. What? Deep fried twinky on a stick you say? Yes. And the biggest corndog ever intended by Jesus? Yes yes! To be fair, and to admit my weakness for all things on a stick, it was all fantastically delicious. And to prove that Paso is in fact moving with the times, both booths purported to be deep frying my eats in oil that contained no partially hydrogenated oils. So, the wedding diet is still on track.

In my quest for a "big-fuck-off" belt buckle, I dragged my poor friend C through a myriad of commercial booths that sold everything from entire cowhide wardrobes to entire rhinestone encrusted accessory lines. And although I did not find MY belt buckle ( I maintain that I will know it when I see it) I did test out the limits of reclining comfort with the most amazing hanging chair. The learning is in the quest after all.

So, the evening was a wild success. I got to dance around (and show off my seasoned moves to a gaggle of particularly naked high school girls who should really move away from dropping it like its hot) to the vocal stylings of Mr. Toby Keith, got to sip on the worlds grossest lemon drop (what was I even thinking getting a mixed drink?) from the worlds coolest mug, and discuss a mutual aversion to tight jeans on fat men with a good friend. What more can one do with a Thursday night?