the la county fair 2008

hello,

we went to the la county fair a couple weeks ago. it’s my boyfriend’s favorite end of summer ritual. i tend to hate large groups of people and waiting in line, but the allure of fried foods was too much to resist! plus there’s beer.

first things first. we get in line for tickets to see kc and the sunshine band later that night. yes, the tickets were free. no, we would not have bothered otherwise. actually, we shouldn’t have bothered at all. while i was waiting in line (it was 95 out and the sun was beating down my back), some guy passes through and asks me if i’m waiting in line for tickets to kc. i replied in the affirmative so he tells me “they suck!” yeah dude, it’s pop disco. i could have figured that out myself. of course had i known how much they actually suck (performance wise), we would have left right after the opening band (YMCA…they actually were looking pretty good. and damn did the audience love them! i am partial to the indian.).

anyways, miguel went to fetch us some fried foods while i was waiting in line.

the first selection is battered and fried avocado. gross. way too much batter and who likes hot avocado? also, avocado is pretty bitchin’ in its own right, it needs no fryin’.

next up, fried white castle burger.

again, why do you gotta mess with perfection? the burger is plenty fine on its own. and the fries that accompanied it were so foul.

the best part of this fry selection was the onion strings, shown here with the avocado.

at this point, i was pretty much done with fried foods and we had just gotten to the fair. bad choices, allison. ergh, i was upset.

so then we went to see the blue ribbon cakes and whatnot, always a favorite part of the fair for me. it’s nice to see all these weeks-old cookies and cakes hanging out; they look so appetizing all dried out and shit.

here’s a really delicious looking spaghetti cake. NOT!

and here’s an actually cool looking vintage radio cake. props to the creator! although i do believe it could do with a buttress or two.

i think i need some beer in mini cups (as opposed to the gigantor $12 cups of beer that we were already drinking). beer tasting! its so much more lowbrow than wine tasting!

i think now we should watch some horse racing. sebastian maybe bet on some horses. i don’t recall.

now it’s time to take a picture in front of the gigantic fire hydrant. get out of the way, you whippersnapper.

yes, i believe he actually asked that kid to move out of the refreshing mist so that i could take this horrible picture.

now that the fried food had digested, maybe we could do a bungee jump.

yeah, no. we dared sebastian to do it and even offered to pony up for the ticket, but he also declined.

so we got some food. this corn sucked compared to the elotes down the street from my house. fail!

rosa and sebastian indulge in some overly battered zucchini strips. you can gauge how the deliciousness of this by rosa and sebastian’s reactions.

here is the only picture of me from that day. what a crappy picture! we were doing illicit things in the garden area.

thank god for these cinnamon sugar yammies! they were the best thing i ate at the fair this year!

next year, i swear i will not be drawn in by crappy fried foods.  i will stick to things i know to be delicious like the turkey leg.

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last night in EP

there was some sort of crazy manhunt.  as I was driving from sunset up echo park ave, two cop cars with sirens passed me and then as i approached my house the traffic was stopped (the whole road was blocked off).  i managed to park and make it inside to check on miguel and dot before grabbing my camera.  hey, the cops weren’t keeping people off the sidewalks so this probably isn’t some sort of gun battle, right?  as i walked towards gaggle of police i heard the ghettobird announce from the sky  “surrender.  you are surrounded.”  by the time i made it one block up, i could see they had already apprehended the suspect.  he was sitting on the curb with a bloody foot.  there were probably 30 police officers around.  at least one k9 unit.  and probably 15 cop cars.  as one popo left he made a comment to all the neighbors who were staring at the scene “don’t run from the cops.  you’ll just go to jail tired and bloody.”  somehow that made me want to run even more.  i went home and made salmon patties.  yum!

i moved

now i’m all grown up. can you tell by my minimalist grey theme?