Lucas' World

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Me......On A Stick!

Mom and Dad packed me up in the car and took me to a most wonderful place today. Sweet Lemon Shakeups, rides, fried goodies on a stick, music, smelly animals, every variety of tattoo available in the Midwest and the largest concentration of mullets anywhere! This place is the Illinois State Fair and it was most spectacular!

We picked up gramma and wandered through the gate to the famous Ethnic Village area of the fairgrounds. Maybe you didn't know it, but Korean, Jamaican, Mexican, Australian, Indian and even African food is available at the State Fair. Dad said he preferred to drink his food and with a $3.50 ticket, he got himself an Irish beer.

I wasn't too keen on rollin' in my carriage, so I made Dad give me a birds eye view of this amazing place.



Mom and Gramma filled their gullets with all kinds of weird, smelly food and I gobbled down a cheese tortilla thing. Mom makes me those at home. But if she charged me $4.00 for each one I ate, Dad would go ballistic.

Next, we wandered over to the Illinois AFL-CIO tent. Dad got to write his name on a board and got me a Union Yes! bandana (pretty cool havin' a Dad who's a labor thug). We also jumped into the Secretary of State's tent, where Mom and Dad know a bunch of pretty good folks. I got a Secretary of State Police badge. I saw Dad handcuffed by some of those guys one time...that's just one of the reasons why you're not s'posed to walk around the neighborhood without your clothes on. If I'm not mistaken, a lot of Irish beer is something that doesn't help the situation.

Next, we were off to the Dairy building. Oh gosh, what a line it was for a less-than-exciting viewing of a cow made out of butter. But, I guess its one of things you need to have your picture taken with every year.



It wasn't that bad. In fact, to be frank, this cow smelled better than the other cows wandering around the place.



For some reason, for the first time in my memory, Dad actually encouraged me to stick my head in something. Ususally, Mom and Dad get all upset and tell me not to do that cause I might get my little noggin' stuck. Not this time.

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