Dearest friends, family, loves and old lovers,
It's official.....................
WE'RE GOING TO EUROPE!
Tickets were purchased yesterday, backpacks were scouted at REI, Lonely Planet's were revisited.
For New Years, I will be in Barcelona, Spain! And best of all, this trip (finally) includes the lover.
Naturally, no sooner than we purchased the tickets did the Obama Administration "warn[ed] Americans of potential terrorist threats in Europe and urged them to be vigilant in public places, including tourist spots and transportation hubs." NPR
Well, that's as fancy as Dijon mustard. Oh well, I'm going to scoot on over to Paris with a big fat smile and show that Eiffel Tower who's boss. And while in Spain, I'll do the conversing and Jarred will keep his Texas mouth S.H.U.T!
The best part about this trip is that no longer will everyone have to suffer through my rambling blog posts about obese Wal*Mart folks, or how I really feel about corn dogs. Here and now marks the commencement of TRAVEL BLOG. Long awaited and almost worth the wait. Expect news on REI shopping sprees and the complete break-down of how to pack 3 different pairs of brown leather boots in my one backpack.
Cheers
Monday, October 4, 2010
State Fair with a Side of Heart Attack
For 2 weeks in September, New Mexico celebrates annual The State Fair. For children, this includes fluorescent pink cowboy hats, face paintings, and taking a gander at the shaved sheep. For angsty teenagers, it includes cruising the Midway looking for their next great love, or since you're in Albuquerque, it includes a plethora of gang members perusing their next victim. Adults are drawn to concerts, the hot tub vendors, horse races, and the beer gardens sporadically located throughout the fair grounds. Recently, I began questioning which age group would I fall into? I'm certainly a bit old for face paintings- plus, I'm really not a fan of having things splattered upon my face (Stop it). I could pass on the concerts, as I lived for 4 years in a small cow town; my exposure to country fried music and other folks has since expired. The Midway carnies aren't what bother me, it's the fact that I cannot walk fast enough pass the awkward adolescents who stroll steps in front of each other, displaying their affection and possession by wrapping their arms around the waist of their significant other. Also, I'm not risque enough to ride the infamous Zipper. It must be clear then, that I go, as many others do, indeed for the food...The fatty age group, welcome to any and all interested in depleting their healthy lifestyles for the satisfaction of greasy finger tips and clogged arteries.
As of yesterday(or 2 weeks ago, since I'm a bit tardy in posting this), it's truly amazing I did not participate in my own self induced heart attack. After attending The Fair for years on end, a native Albuquer-ian understands what to expect. There are specific landmarks made famous by particular past incidents, or fond memories. The Beef Jerky vendor can always be found next to the cloth rose vendor. Not seeing the Peruvian Pan Flute players will surly make your trip feel incomplete, and as for me, passing up the opportunity to indulge in a NM State Fair Corn Dog is sheer madness.
For the last 2 years, I have made it a mission to experience the 'cholitas' mixed with the FFA kids, all watching the Native American dances, complete with headdresses. More importantly, other than seeing the caged bunnies (animals, not not women) and refraining from touching their ever so soft fur, the first stop is FOOD! Every year or so, there is a new fangled food fad. Recently it was the deep fried Twinkie. Then it was the fat curly french fries. Later it was BBQ chicken Nachos and mini doughnuts. (Not together, however, I wouldn't be opposed to participating in a BBQ-Chicken-Nacho-Mini-Doughnut-Extravaganza...Sweet and salty? I think so!) This year, it was the "Brick" of french fries.
By Brick, I do mean that the long curly fires are stuffed in a fry-basket full to the top, then deep fried. Though that was enough to murder a small group of LA models, The boyfriend and I took it one step further, as most people in the Beer Family do. "Add Cheese to that brick, bitch!" Yes.We.Did. Fat Fatties added not only canned Nacho cheese to their grease pool french fries, but threw some pickled jalapenos on em' too. French fry nachos? Yes please! ....And we didn't stop there.
That was just the appetizer. Fries to wet the appetite, so to speak. We followed that by not 1 but 2 corn dogs, 3 sodas, a few bloody beers, and a Gyro. Needless to say, as the day wore on, we became a bit sluggish. But the memories of cheesy fried potato strings and the Greek version of the taco live on in my heart forever.
The Fair has come and gone; proud, dirty, classic. Until next year my darling, my corn dog...
As of yesterday(or 2 weeks ago, since I'm a bit tardy in posting this), it's truly amazing I did not participate in my own self induced heart attack. After attending The Fair for years on end, a native Albuquer-ian understands what to expect. There are specific landmarks made famous by particular past incidents, or fond memories. The Beef Jerky vendor can always be found next to the cloth rose vendor. Not seeing the Peruvian Pan Flute players will surly make your trip feel incomplete, and as for me, passing up the opportunity to indulge in a NM State Fair Corn Dog is sheer madness.
For the last 2 years, I have made it a mission to experience the 'cholitas' mixed with the FFA kids, all watching the Native American dances, complete with headdresses. More importantly, other than seeing the caged bunnies (animals, not not women) and refraining from touching their ever so soft fur, the first stop is FOOD! Every year or so, there is a new fangled food fad. Recently it was the deep fried Twinkie. Then it was the fat curly french fries. Later it was BBQ chicken Nachos and mini doughnuts. (Not together, however, I wouldn't be opposed to participating in a BBQ-Chicken-Nacho-Mini-Doughnut-Extravaganza...Sweet and salty? I think so!) This year, it was the "Brick" of french fries.
By Brick, I do mean that the long curly fires are stuffed in a fry-basket full to the top, then deep fried. Though that was enough to murder a small group of LA models, The boyfriend and I took it one step further, as most people in the Beer Family do. "Add Cheese to that brick, bitch!" Yes.We.Did. Fat Fatties added not only canned Nacho cheese to their grease pool french fries, but threw some pickled jalapenos on em' too. French fry nachos? Yes please! ....And we didn't stop there.
That was just the appetizer. Fries to wet the appetite, so to speak. We followed that by not 1 but 2 corn dogs, 3 sodas, a few bloody beers, and a Gyro. Needless to say, as the day wore on, we became a bit sluggish. But the memories of cheesy fried potato strings and the Greek version of the taco live on in my heart forever.
The Fair has come and gone; proud, dirty, classic. Until next year my darling, my corn dog...
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