I think this photo pretty accurately depicts this weekend. The Mid-State Fair started last week and Saturday was the first night I braved the masses and went face-to-face with the freaks that come out of the woodwork for this fair. Seriously, I don't know where they come from. Some other planet, I imagine. Or hope.
I went to experience Morris Day and the Time live (and for FREE, score!) and, experience I did. Hands down, one of the best shows I've been to in a very long time. And at one point in the second show (and in my ridiculously overpriced $7 beer drunken stupor) I looked up on stage to realize that the one and only, amazing, Auntie S was shaking her groove thang ON THE STAGE WITH MORRIS DAY.
Screaming does not even begin to cover the epically monumental freakout that ripped from my body and out of my mouth at that moment, because it was truly THAT FREAKING AWESOME.
Let's just say I woke up the next day with a voice that teetered between Miley Cyrus and Fergie. Thus, my life was not awesome.
And that brings us back to the picture. The next morning, Cowgirl Cafe for breakfast. Being filled in on my drunken antics from the night before, wearing the same outfit from the night before (note: drunk laundry is so not my thing) but still smiling. The wrath of the Mid-State Fair was not lost on me because I PREVAILED!
I also managed to see Despicable Me in 3-D and tag team babysit Magatron. Pretty successful weekend, I'd say.
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