Changing the world

Before I begin this summary of tonight's guilt and redneck madness, let me take the time to welcome jo_munch and chicagoguy to the friend list. Be warned, I don't offer refunds. And longtime readers should be impressed that I didn't use "misanthropy" in the intro.

Okies. Went to the library after waking, mainly because I had to run to Ghetto Kroger's to get Fair tickets form mom and Rachel. Well, that and I had to return a few books before I incurred the fines. I ended up getting Christopher Moore's Bloodsucking Fiends out, which is now waiting for me to complete The Public Works Trilogy, which I've been getting done very slowly. Current progess is that I'm halfway through, mainly because I got motivated last night before bed. I must admit that his explination of Atlas Shrugged gave me a better perspective on where Ayn Rand was coming from, particularly since we ignored most of Ms. Rand's biography in high school.
So I go to Kroger's. I get my tickets, and find out Les Miserables is coming to Columbus at the beginning of September. *drools* I love Les Mis. And it would be nice to see it again, particularly without the whole "We rode 15 hours on a bus to New York, and haven't slept yet" vibe. And I also got a form to see a taping of Jepardy! at the Schott.
So, Mom and Rachel get here about half an hour after I get back. We head to the Fair, and Mom rode the carosel and spinning bear ride with Rachel. I had no desire to ride either. Then we met up with Rich at the Schmidt's pavillion for a lovely dinner of sausage. Here starts the guilt. I offered to take mom and Rachel to the fair. Mom insisted on paying me back for the tickets, and got mad when I used my own funds to coer part of dinner. But by the same token, Mom didn't have that much cash on her. By the time we got through with Fair food, Mom had $3 to her name. And she wouldn't allow me to shrug off the tickets. I felt like I was trapped in The Grapes of Wrath. The woman doesn't even try, and she still makes me feel 3 inches high.
So, Rachel and Mom went to see the choir, while Rich and I headed over to see Ted Nugent. First off, our tickets were 5 rows from the stage. Ted's stage was set with a BIG American flag backdrop, and he himself had a shirt made out of the flag. I remember when using the flag for clothing was offensive, not patriotic. The times they are a changing. His amps had AK-47's attached to the fronts of them, fer crying out loud. For the curious, he opened with "Free for All". Then he proceeded to play a bunch of new songs, most of which consisted of him a) repeating the same phrase repeatedly, b) telling everyone he hates to "Kiss my ass", or c) telling us to crucify him. The highlight to this segment was the sign-language interpreter, who was dancing like a biker chick. And for the record, there were more mullets at Ted than at Poison.
Somewhere in there, he made a huge rant that covered gun control beiing bad, NRA being good, liberals being bad, and he wore a camoflage Stetson while doing it. He also bitched about terrorism, drunk driving, drugs, and a bunch of other things, most of which were accompanied by the white trash around me cheering at the top of their lungs.
So, after playing "Stranglehold", he ends his first set. He comes back out with a Native America headress and sings about the buffalo. At the end of that, he shot a flaming arrow at his guitar. He missed, hitting an amp. One more encore, a song that I didn't recognize, and Rich and I were off. Free tickets or not, I can think of much better places I could have been tonight. Although he was better than Danzig or Powerman 5000.
Well, Richard and I walk back, and we talked a lot about Mom's upcoming birthday, when she will be 67. The family is throwing a shindig (a good majority of Mom's side of the family was born in August, so they throw a big bash for everyone) at Richard's house on Saturday. Fortunately, I will be in Port Clinton. Richard said he was trying to come up with creative excuses to get out of it. Neither of us are fond of our uncle or cousins. And not without reason. Mom, I will find a good gift for, and help her celebrate this landmark. The rest of them can rot.
So, that was my day. I can't wait for the freaking weekend.

Well, Angie my flame dame and I made our way to the Ohio State Fair after Steve informed me that I should come in tomorrow rather than today.
Well, we were going to start at the Krispy Kreme Haunted House, but the Buckeye building flooded during the 15 minute hurricane that came through earlier in the afternoon. So, we made our way to the Belgian Horse show by way of the petting zoo, which Angie loved and I just kind of stared at the male riders.
After that, we went back to the Haunted House, which was finally open again. I now have claw marks in my arm from her death grip. Let me see if I can explain this. They rigged up animatronic beasts that would pop out if you stepped on a pressue sensitive pad in the "scene rooms". They also had a few people in costume wandering around who walked through walls to scare the piss out of people. May I also mention that the maze waas HUGE? Well Angie actually got so scaraed at one point that she fell down trying to get away from a 12 year old girl in a cloak. I in the meantime, was having a blast laughing at her, particularly after figuring out where the pressure pads were and letting Angie step on them.
After that, I had a big ass Italian Sausage sandwich, fries, etc. Then after we ate, we got on the "Mad Mouse". the Mouse isn't that scarey as a mini-coaster, but the car spins on the turns.
And then we hit one of the kiddie funhouses. I still have mad balance. So, then we went and got our fair sugar. MMM funnel cake, elephant ears, and caramel apples. Sugar Buzz. So Angie drags me on "Gravitron", the ride where centifugal force platers you to a wall. That was kind of fun, because they had a live dj spinning in the ride itself.
And after that, Angie got even with me for "dragging" her on spinny rides by dragging me onto the Ferris Wheel. I hate those things. And as our last ride, we rode the Merry-Go-Round. After that, we walked around for a while, before coming here so she could learn to do her job. (She works in customer service for Time-Warner, we taught her to use the digi-box).
Now I'm home, and buzzed out on sugar. Did I mention that I spent $20 defending my manhood to some fast talking carny so I could win her a stuffed animal?