Because I have an odd infatuation with small town fall festivals, B and I drove 15 minutes to Independence Mo to check out Santa-Cali-Gon Days. Independence is by no means a small town, and Santa-Cali-Gon Days is a large festival, but what the hec, its still chuck full of everything I love about small town galas.
Funnel Cakes, cheap jewelry, tons of overpriced crafts, artists, bad tattoos, live country music, lemonade, lots of mullets, crafted ducks in every possible medium, hot guys, great food (usually), the list goes on. I think my favorite booth had to be The ‘Ole Korn Hole. I couldn’t help but laugh each time I walked by. (I know, dirty mind)
We each ended up eating a $1 hotdog and a $2 corndog with free bottled water as we strolled around. I wanted to ride the ferris wheel but I don’t think B was in the mood for rides so we kept on walking. Over at the craft tents we discovered that if you stopped, picked up an item (no matter what it was) and held it up, you would soon get a small crowd of people staring at whatever you were holding. Quite comical. The tents were filled with every kind of crap you could imagine and then some. I’ve never seen so many beaded denim shirts in my life! Whats up with that? I think we walked every inch of the Independence Square twice and then decided we had had enough. It was a nice way to spend a Labor Day Saturday with near perfect weather.
So tonight I have to decide if I want to brave the bars or not. I’ll probly end up down at Tootsies wondering why I went. The older I get, the less I like crowds, and Labor Day sure pulls the fags outta the woodwork. Staying at home alone doesn’t sound like much fun.
