state fair love

Oh, the Illinois State Fair! The only time when mullets, beer bellies, scantily clad pregnant women and tight-rolled jeans come together in harmony. Come one, come all, come cousin Ellie and cousin Ellie's husband's cousin's brother's son. Bring the goat, too. Maybe I'm being too critical ~ I just get a kick out of the people.

I'd like to share with you a few of the things I witnessed. Here goes...

~ A very pregnant girl wearing a Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey shirt
~ Yellow mohawks, argyle socks, sweater vests (ok, ok, the Velvet Revolver concert was last night).
~ Pink Baby Phat shirt that was unnecessarily small and tight.
~ A 70's-80's tribute band all clad in tight leather pants and shiny silver shirts.
~ Old ladies with curly, blond hair extensions. Whaaa?
~ Big belt buckles.
~ Kid-n-Play style flat tops.
~ A bucking bronco. Enough said.

If you, too, would like to witness any of the atrocities I did, the Illinois State Fair is going on through the weekend. Come on, visit Springfield.