The Fair

On Monday night, Marta, Kate, Mark, and I participated in a beloved Knoxville tradition - the Tennessee Valley Fair. I hadn't been to the Fair in at least a decade (and I gotta say, I wasn't missing it), but no one else in the group had ever been and I couldn't deny them the, uh, pleasure.

Let me be honest, I am not Fair material. For starters, I don't smoke and I'm fairly certain Monday was "Smokers Get in Free" night. I'm also terrified of Carni-Rides, hate spending money on ridiculously overpriced "food," I'm freaked out by exhibits such as "See the World's Smallest Woman for 50 cents," and I don't own a fanny pack. Mark on the other hand is 100% Fair material. Fried food, some shaky old rides, and a demolition derby = happy man.

The picture story:

Woohoo! We're at the Fair!

Reason's health care costs in our country are through the roof:

Exhibit A: Fried Candy bars.

Exhibit B: Corn Dogs

Exhibit C: Funnel Cakes

Exhibit D: Animal Birthing Centers...okay, not so much. But seriously, this is gross. I don't need to watch a cow give birth. Fortunately I missed this blessed event and was instead eating a funnel cake, oblivious to the fact that fresh cow had just entered the world.

Laundry? Really? If I had only known, I might have brought my whites...

And the reason we came:

For my non-redneck friends, to win the demolition derby, you must be the last car running (and in case you're interested, that was Car No. 40). And for Kate's fan base: I highly recommend you watch the above video till the end. It would appear that she too is Fair material. Just listen to that cute little southern "holla."