Yesterday Darren and I both woke up before 7 am and we were ready to rock and roll. Due to our early rise, we decided to go board the bus at Eden Prairie Center, attend the fair, and return to the mall to watch a movie.
We got to the fair by about 8:30 and boy did we have fun. I befriended a horse named Tessa, suffered “pressure bruises” from the Scrambler, nearly puked on another ride, got suckered into playing a bunch of stupid games that are impossible to win unless you’re Darren, tried fair mini donuts for the first time ever and realized my fear of pigs. And do you know what Darren did? He won me a very large shark, whom I have named President Taft. Well, originally he was Howard, but I realized later on in the evening that Howard just didn’t fit. Needless to say I was the envy of all the small children who laid eyes on President Taft, a shark so large I had to carry by his tail like a “live one” since I could barely fit my arm around his pregnant belly to tote him on my hip.
After the fair, we went to Brothers Grimm. DO NOT GO SEE THIS MOVIE. And if you do, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Go see The Forty-Year-Old Virgin instead and feel pee squirt down your leg.
Then we shopped and came back and I went to Angie’s apartment and drank beer – just her and me and President Taft. And then I saw Chuck even though I didn’t really see him because my contacts were out and he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore and what a jackass.
This week I get to go to the fair AGAIN with my dad, who is coming to visit me and stay at my hotel on Friday and Saturday. I also have a sales retreat so I get to wear jeans(!) and have a day and a half out of the office and stay at a hotel other than my own and drink frosty brews with my co-workers…and get paid for it!
On another note, my diet has gone down the pot. I really need to get back on that horse. Not Tessa, fool, I was speaking figuratively.