It's carnival time
It's carnival time again!
A local church is putting on their annual carnival, a pretty good one, with lots of decent rides and a food tent where they play music and auctioned off 'gift baskets,' and even a signed picture of Candice Bergan. The kids have a blast going on the rides, walking around with theirs friends, and my wife and I can sit, eat, and watch people as they go by.
Funny how many years we've been going to that carnival and how rare it is that we see anyone we know or even recognize. So many people I've never seen before, where do they all come from?
Last night we did recognize some people. We went to eat with a couple of friends Don and Amy, and we were sitting in the food tent, talking . We noticed these other people sit down at the table across from us, two older couples that we remember from last year.
Why do we remember them? Because one was sort of a mismatched couple, a short, Hispanic guy with a long grey mullet and a black muscle shirt (which I swear he wore last year) and an old lady who could have been his grandmother, pounding back the wine. Of the other two, both were also old but you could tell the lady tried to do everything she could to try and not look look old, to the point where it was sort of sad. And the four of them were plastered, last year, and again last night.
Each of them must have had 12 beers apiece, except for the lady who was drinking the wine. Last year she was so drunk she was dancing and weaving while holding her wine cup and we wondered how she could be 'standing' so long.
Last night she went to get two drinks and as she returned she sort of got lost. We were watching her go one way, then the other, then back again, looking around for her mullet man, the one beer in her hand tipping and spilling as she drank from the wine cup. She was just trying to do too many things at one time; drink her wine, carry a beer, walk, and try to find her seat. Finally she found the right aisle and as she started getting closer to us I told Don he'd better move over, she weaving again and I wouldn't have been surprised if she dumped her beer on him as she passed by.
She made it to her seat but not after she leaned over us, bumping into our table, using it as a guide as she walked past. She barely got back.
What scares me is I wonder which one drove home when they were done?
A local church is putting on their annual carnival, a pretty good one, with lots of decent rides and a food tent where they play music and auctioned off 'gift baskets,' and even a signed picture of Candice Bergan. The kids have a blast going on the rides, walking around with theirs friends, and my wife and I can sit, eat, and watch people as they go by.
Funny how many years we've been going to that carnival and how rare it is that we see anyone we know or even recognize. So many people I've never seen before, where do they all come from?
Last night we did recognize some people. We went to eat with a couple of friends Don and Amy, and we were sitting in the food tent, talking . We noticed these other people sit down at the table across from us, two older couples that we remember from last year.
Why do we remember them? Because one was sort of a mismatched couple, a short, Hispanic guy with a long grey mullet and a black muscle shirt (which I swear he wore last year) and an old lady who could have been his grandmother, pounding back the wine. Of the other two, both were also old but you could tell the lady tried to do everything she could to try and not look look old, to the point where it was sort of sad. And the four of them were plastered, last year, and again last night.
Each of them must have had 12 beers apiece, except for the lady who was drinking the wine. Last year she was so drunk she was dancing and weaving while holding her wine cup and we wondered how she could be 'standing' so long.
Last night she went to get two drinks and as she returned she sort of got lost. We were watching her go one way, then the other, then back again, looking around for her mullet man, the one beer in her hand tipping and spilling as she drank from the wine cup. She was just trying to do too many things at one time; drink her wine, carry a beer, walk, and try to find her seat. Finally she found the right aisle and as she started getting closer to us I told Don he'd better move over, she weaving again and I wouldn't have been surprised if she dumped her beer on him as she passed by.
She made it to her seat but not after she leaned over us, bumping into our table, using it as a guide as she walked past. She barely got back.
What scares me is I wonder which one drove home when they were done?
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