Aug. 26th, 2008

butterbobbin: (al jumping)
We do not care to admit how many photos we took of Weird Al.

Naturally, most of those are not going to be any good. We were at a strange angle to the stage and it was, of course, dark.

More later. But just for the record, he does really engulf the stage in bubbles.

I am so not awake. Three late nights in a row.
butterbobbin: (al jumping)
So... we got to the fair around four-thirty. They did not want me to bring in my glass water bottle. Mr Baldwin hid it in the grass. He casually informed me that "last time they came to see Weird Al they spent forever in the boring building with all the quilts and stuff". We looked at animals. I casually pulled out my map to find out where the quilts and stuff were. Somebody made noises, but we went off in search of it. We never did find it, but we did find the photography building and looked at some of the rides. I tried not to throw up watching people riding them.

I was surprised that the fair was really not very much larger than the Yakima fair. I couldn't believe there was no arts and crafts/food building or ag building or anything. The map was really unspecific about where things were, though. Oh well.

One of the games was a ring toss onto bottlenecks. The prize was an enormous stuffed tiger, either a snow tiger or an orange one. They were really beautiful - not like your typical carnival fare. *sniff* I'm such a lousy throw, though. I never would have won one anyway.

About seven-thirty we joined the thundering herd of humanity flocking to the Pavilion for Weird Al.

Weird Al concert picspam! )

We headed home right afterwards. My bottle was unharmed.

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