A great perk of "fair season" is being able to sleep in late then go eat carnival food for breakfast. Since we've been running a lot, Nicole has been encouraging me to eat meat...which means I get to eat all the horrible-for-you delicious meat things that I've been avoiding for the past year and a half (and buy food from bored Kanye West). I swear we live like kids with no parents. This is breakfast. There was also a parade for breakfast. This is Lee Unkrich and an Oscar that he won for directing Toy Story 3. He also directed Toy Story 2, Monsters, Inc., and Finding Nemo. If you know how much of a nerd I am about 3d animated children's movies, you can safely assume that this was like seeing a Bigfoot for me. This fireman looks like he would be good at editing. These firemen throw candy. Nicole doesn't like this type of candy that hit her in the shoulder, so she literally threw it back at the parade people. Here's another picture of (semi-dangerous) candy throwing. Nicole does like ice cream, but that would have been way funnier for her to throw at the parade people. I like carnival game people. Walking down the row of game stations was a little bit like walking down a row of cages at the zoo...but for interesting people. Also awesome...ride people and this lady's shirt. The game stations were lined down a path made out of straw and mud (that kind of smelled like the zoo too), so Nicole thought it would be a good idea to wash her shoes in a river by the waterfall. Also a good idea, having a girl dancing on a stripper pole for little kids to watch, and these little cars. Speaking of going places in cars, this picture segues well into where we went tonight.
I feel like all of my friends work at tattoo shops. This is Jesse, and today is his shop's three year anniversary party. I think the theme of said party was Icing each other. Since I can't explain frat party-eqsque drinking games nearly as eloquently as Wikipedia, you can read about the game here if you don't know what it is. Long story short, if someone surprises you with Smirnoff Ice, you have to get down on one knee and drink the whole thing as punishment. I would rather get shot in the face with silly string or take a nap in a creepy alleyway (which my friend Pete actually comes from Florida once a year to do in this one specifically). Speaking of friends, if the four of you that actually read this blog (yeah, we're up to four now!) ever wonder how handsome the rest your fellow readership looks, you'll be glad to know that John is now helping to raise standards. Helping to lower quality of life standards, here's a picture of a crime in progress. We kidnapped Snoop Dogg.
