Last night was our annual State Fair trip - which of course meant our annual State Fair photo booth pictures:
We usually get black and white (although this year we did do a color strip as well - but there's something about the harshness of color that makes the already less-than-flattering photobooth lighting seem even crueler). Oh, and yes Cory is in that second frame - sorta towards the bottom left - if you focus you can see him. It's sort of like one of those Magic Eye pictures that were so popular in the early '90s.

We went with our friends Kepi & Roach from the Groovie Ghoulies. Unfortunately the only group photo we got was one that some State Fair shill took of us right when we walked in (well, at least we were more fresh-faced then) and then tried to sell to us. I did, however, get one picture of Kepi posing with an intimidating fortress of giant Spongebob Squarepants dolls.

Hopefully I'll have time to post some of the other pictures later - you know, a visual diary of the evening. Although, in retrospect, I realize that I've failed us all mightily by neglecting to document the massive quantities of junk food that we consumed. Where to start? Egg roll on a stick. Bean tostados (veggie of course). Holy Guacamole Garden Burgers with fries. Caramel Apple Tower (a huge plastic cup filled with apples, whipped cream, nuts and gobs upon gobs of hot caramel), the infamous (and requisite) funnel cake. Frozen yogurt in a waffle cone. Beer. I think the only thing missing this year was the fried zuchinni.

Oooh and too bad I didn't get any pictures of America's Favorite Hypnotist Terry Stokes...eh, on second thought - he was having a really off night (something about his dog escaping from his hotel room which meant his assistant / wife / girlfriend / whatever was dispatched to find the pooch), so maybe next time.

For some reason, however, I did decide to take numerous photos of the Ferris Wheel. I don't know what it is, but I just love the way a Ferris Wheel looks. I haven't been on one in probably 10 years. I think over the years I've somehow managed to develop a fear of heights. So along with the fact that I can no longer (literally) stomach most of the more land-level carnival rides (anything that spins or twirls is bad news), I also shy away from the rides that give you great views. I am definitely getting old.

Speaking of stomach-turning. I can't stand those jeans with the ass / knees / whatever bleached out and now they had to go and add color to the bleached-out area. I think the official name for these kinds of jeans is something like "whisker-washed" - but for Cory and I (via a pal of mine) they have been and always will be known as Assleak Jeans. And no, the girl didn't see me take her picture. I was all sly and casual and non-obvious about it. (Thanks to Roach - Cory and Kepi just acted like they didn't even know us...). But seriously - I had to document these pants. You can't see the detail too well, but trust me, they're hideous. Why would you want to wear something that makes it look as if you have hygiene issues? I hope that someday the term "whisker-wash" is as embarrassing and repulsive to the general public as "acid-washed" is today.