Whoooaaaaoooaaa. It's not unusual to go see Tom Jones at the fair, is it? Well it is for me. It wasn't exactly what I expected: but it was excellent people watching, a little too much gold jewelry, and way too much chest hair -- but after a couple of lime-flavored beers it was pretty darn fun. My dates, Pam and Beth, played along -- laughing, singing, dancing and carrying on (I think the beer helped in this department) and Tom put on a pretty good show. The guy has pipes, although I think I could have gone the rest of life without hearing (or seeing) his rendition of "Sex Bomb." I may need some mind bleach for that.
I do love the fair though, because it combines three of my favorite things: fried food (preferably on a stick), crafts (many that are gorgeous, some that are okay, and a few that are so bad they're funny), and farm animals (get your mind out of the gutter).
Pam couldn't decide whether to have the deep fried twinkies or the deep fried White Castle hamburger. Oooh look, they have deep fried Spam!
We opted for the healthy choices: deep fried avocados, a deep fried veggie combo, and deep fried ravioli. Although the frog legs were tempting. Note the name of this fine dining establishment: Chicken Charlie's! Look at the counter guy posing for the camera, what a ham, spam.
Here's Beth (the blonde) discussing this poor steer's um, boy parts, with a complete stranger. It was very enlightening for child-of-the'burbs Beth who learned a thing or two about bull things.
I don't want to end my post with a photo of a big old steer butt, so here's a photo of Pam's son Sam who is gainfully employed at the fair. Look, he's checking his mother's purse for contraband. He uses that stick because his mom often has things that bite in her pocketbook. I think this is one of those jobs that's going to make Sam work even harder on that college degree, right? Nice hat dude.
