Mr. October
This is the month that Texas has it's "State Fair" here in Dallas. I don't know if it's as big an event in your state as it is here, but lemme blog you. It makes all the local news. They have concerts full of "VH1 Where are They Now?" artists. So many newspaper features on the origin of funnel cakes and corny dogs. A huge like 52 foot tall statue called Big Tex that greets you. The State Fair is such a big deal that elementary school kids have a holiday around it.
Fair Day. The state gave them a day off to go to the fair.
"We don't think our cafeteria food is greasy enough, here take these Fair tickets and buy a batter-dipped Oreo"
I went to the Fair one time when I was little. Seven years old to be exact. Or as my dad referred to the day..
"There's nothing Fair about these prices"
I look back on it now and I was too scared to get on any of the rides. My sister told me that Big Tex talked so I sat there and stared at him for 30 minutes. My dad went to see the car show but I think he just went to look at the car show models. The car show was so big on showing the "Cars of the Future" and since my dad was so cheap I was running around just looking at the regular cars thinking they were something special..
"Look Dad! This Buick has air conditioning and a tape player! Wow, this probably cost like a gazillion dollars!"
My mom's forced to ride with my sister on the ferris wheel. Two Varghese women sitting side by side going in a circle for 20 minutes. Awkward silences galore. If that image doesn't remind you of every opening scene to a Massengill commercial, you obviously haven't watched enough television.
I recently got a MySpace account. I haven't bothered to update it or add any nuggets of joy or information. So feel free to come on over. It's simple and basic. But so is my website. I'm simple and basic. You know what I eat for dinner? Bread and water. Blue slacks, gray polo shirt. Hair parted down the middle, black penny loafers. My dog Prilosec by my feet, watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
Have a great week blogaroos.
Fair Day. The state gave them a day off to go to the fair.
"We don't think our cafeteria food is greasy enough, here take these Fair tickets and buy a batter-dipped Oreo"
I went to the Fair one time when I was little. Seven years old to be exact. Or as my dad referred to the day..
"There's nothing Fair about these prices"
I look back on it now and I was too scared to get on any of the rides. My sister told me that Big Tex talked so I sat there and stared at him for 30 minutes. My dad went to see the car show but I think he just went to look at the car show models. The car show was so big on showing the "Cars of the Future" and since my dad was so cheap I was running around just looking at the regular cars thinking they were something special..
"Look Dad! This Buick has air conditioning and a tape player! Wow, this probably cost like a gazillion dollars!"
My mom's forced to ride with my sister on the ferris wheel. Two Varghese women sitting side by side going in a circle for 20 minutes. Awkward silences galore. If that image doesn't remind you of every opening scene to a Massengill commercial, you obviously haven't watched enough television.
I recently got a MySpace account. I haven't bothered to update it or add any nuggets of joy or information. So feel free to come on over. It's simple and basic. But so is my website. I'm simple and basic. You know what I eat for dinner? Bread and water. Blue slacks, gray polo shirt. Hair parted down the middle, black penny loafers. My dog Prilosec by my feet, watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
Have a great week blogaroos.
posted by Paul at 2:07 PM
7 Comments:
I suppose I'll have to give in to the peer pressure and get a myspace account, but I'm not happy about it.
Hope you did well in Houston! I'm sure you rocked, as always. Thanks for your kind words of wisdom. You'll always be my favorite. :)
Wow! I gotta get one of those too! I'm there. I can tell hot chicks I got one. Guess what! I just opened my new website hugenads.com. I am busy annoying people with it! It rules! go there now! SPAM ya later!
Doofleboy has spoken!
I just went to myspace and signed up. I already have 1 new friend named Tom who invited me to a concert. Is this some sort of sick swingers site?
"Is this some sort of sick swingers site?"
God I hope so.
No, The My Space place. Ya bonehead.
Your dog's name is Prilosec? My dog's name is REFLUX. Crazy as hell, ya'll. And heh. Your dad sounds exactly like mine.
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