The California State Fair is one my favorite yearly traditions. When I was younger my mom took us every year and after she dragged us through all of the shopping and exhibits, we were permitted a limited number of rides. I usually spent my tickets on the Super Slide as I was leery of most of those carnie rides even at a young age. Now that I am older I enjoy the exhibits that my mom used to drag me to: I love the county exhibits, the barn animals and the as-seen-on-TV shopping. The only time I spend in the Midway is to play Skee Ball, because you certainly won’t find me near those scary rides. I love a corn dog, deep fried artichoke hearts and barbequed corn on the cob. I just love the fair.
Usually the fair is in August, but this year they moved it to July hoping that a date change would increase attendance and profit. Sadly this isn’t working well with my schedule, since most of my nights have swimming and I will be out of town next week. Except tonight. Tonight is the first totally free, unplanned night that I have had since March. Between all the other commitments that I have gotten myself into, tonight may be my only chance to go to the California State Fair.
So when I woke up this morning I thought about going to the fair tonight. But if the Geneva Convention taught us anything it is that you will be punished for torture. It is supposed to be 102 today. I don’t care what you people say, 102 is hot and it is certainly a form of torture to go to a mostly outdoor fair with smelly, unwashed people.
I am not always a complainer about the heat. I generally tolerate it under one condition: it has to cool down at night. This week the weather is not cooperating with me. When I went to bed last night it was a tolerable 76 in my room. Brandon wanted to sleep with the windows open. For the second night in a row I woke up sweating around 1:30 am. When I looked at the thermometer it said 81. It actually got hotter in my room. You have to be kidding me.
“They” say that women forget about the bad parts of pregnancy and birth and that is why women continue to have children even after going through it. I think the same is true of all humans and the weather patterns in their cities. Because while I always remember that it is hot in Sacramento in the summer, I always forget how absolutely miserable it is to live here when it gets above 100. Every time we get this weather I curse this town and swear I am moving to more moderate temperatures. But by the time fall comes around, all I can think of is how lovely it is to live in such a beautiful place. *Sigh*
I don’t really want to go to the movies tonight. I want to go to the fair. But I will go with Brandon to see “Inception” on opening night because there is no way I am going to suffer at the fair when I have a chance to sit in a super cool theater and eat popcorn. And hopefully by the time I get home, my house will have cooled down too.
My feet hurt. And they are swollen.