These are just a few of the zany, new foods to try at this year's Tulsa State Fair. Don't try to accuse me of teasing you with lots of sticky, drippy words about the yummies - you could, after all, get your hands on some of it this very evening if you wanted.
Want a bonus? It's two-for-one night: You and a buddy get in the gate for the price of one admission, and you ride midway rides two for the price of one. If you're a Cox customer, you should have gotten a coupon in your last bill for $2 off one trip to the fair. Use it tonight, and that makes for a total of $10 off the price of two tickets through the gate.
See? The fair doesn't have to be a budget buster. Not all the time.
Of course, my favorite aspect of the fair is the food - everything from my annual cheese on a stick to the famous Sugar Art Show, which this year boasts the theme, Of Sea and Shore.
Mmm, sea creature cake.
Wanna know what else is going on at the fair this year? Here are a few snippets:
Hamburgers dressed like children. It's sick, really. Sick and wrong.
Tryptophan-induced drowsiness.
Anyone ever wonder how much trash is generated by the Tulsa State Fair? Me, too. If anything finds a way to figure this out, post it on your blog. Because you'll be famous for a day or so.
Also, tryptophan-induced napping. Not that anyone would complain about such a thing. It's just a plain and simple fact of turkey leg consumption.
Here's an example of something I get to practice each year at the fair: Agoraphobia suppression.
You guys might not believe this, but actually, I'm a pretty shy and cautious person. I'm a hermit by nature. Going to the fair and throwing myself into the middle of a crowd helps. I like to call it the Band Aid approach. Try it: Apply a Band Aid to a tender area - the underside of your forearm, for example - and then rip it off, all the while smiling like an idiot.
See? Not so bad, is it?
Something else happening each and every year at the Tulsa State Fair: Parents getting roped into riding kiddie rides that spin 7,200 degrees about a central point and then pretending that they are not nauseated or afraid of the scary, clown-like decor that surrounds them - or, rather, invades their very being.
Want a closer look?
Perfect-o, right? The high-flying, handmade turkey leg balloon is glorious to my soul.
Now, check this out:
Can't we all identify with what this trailer has to say? I mean, that's exactly what I would have liked to have said when I was full of Boulevard beer all those times I had to elbow my way through those crowded bars in LA to reach the stage to perform my encore.
I'm so glad someone out there understands me.
Who doesn't love chocolate covered pickles, and lots of them?
Didn't quite work the same way the second time I said it, did it? Oh, well. Better luck next time.
Here's the Made in Oklahoma exhibit. Thanks to new digs and some extra space, MIO seems to be larger and more sprawling this year.
Bring a sweater, a jacket and an umbrella along to the fairgrounds with you this year, folks. Things could get drizzly.
And who could forget that most visible aspect of the Tulsa State Fair: The rides.
One time, at summer camp, I rode one of those spinny rides with the swings, as pictured above. As some of you already know, difficulty with spinny rides runs in the family, so it wasn't long into the ride before I puked - that wasn't the unexpected part. What I didn't anticipate was that, by some weird and unforgiving law of physics, after the vomit exited my face, it sort of froze in the air such that nearly every kid on the ride with me that day got thwacked in the face by a floating cloud of my evicted and sundry stomach contents.
After that it was, needless to say, time to go home. The end.
The worst part? My parents made me go back again the very next day. And you wonder why I have agoraphobia.
Don't mind them. Have fun at the fair this year anyway.
P.S. - I'm sorry I said vomit. If you need your space, I understand.
3 comments:
My father owns the Strawberry Newberg and the Choc Dipped Pickles (that's actually him behind the curtain in the pickle pic!).
He will be SO utterly thrilled to hear I saw his stuff on the internet twice in one week! Hehe! :)
When I was a kid, maybe 8 or 9 years old, while at the fair one night with my father and step-sisters, I fell against the canvas walls of a fun house after traversing the moving stairs and slid under the structure. No one saw me fall and no one knew where I was when I wound up under the fun house laying on pipes and pavement. Adults were relieved to find me after a few minutes and I was grateful to get out of that dark and dirty place. No permanent injuries, but now avoid walk-through fun houses. Also, it was in the day before lawsuits for such a thing.
It's me Brian S. and I was doing a google on state fair food and this came up. Memories came in, just as with Proust's madeleine. I miss this blog.
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