Eastern Idaho State Fair

I'll admit it, I got a black eye from a dog. And MY dog, nonetheless. And yes, I still have her. Her body, at least. I had no idea that a dog's head was roughly as hard as a big rock. Now I know. And I also don't think that young puppy prancing and jumping is so cute anymore. Well, it's still cute, but from afar.

Our local fair is generally full of tractor pulls, demo derbys and rodeos with a country concert thrown in. This year, they went retro rock, lucky us. Seriously, we had grown up on this shit and were not part of the Rock of Love fan base - the difference is you know the words to the songs. It was obvious who was there for what reason, it was GREAT people watching! There were the leather, long haired stoners with their lovely blue eyeshadow ladies with big hair and tight clothes and then there were the youngins... hehe. I think I've gotten soft, I used to love to stand in front and fight through the crowd to get a killer view, but now I just get pissy and wish they pick the wrong angry person to stop in front of. And, now I also notice that they are generally loaded and spilling their precious expensive beer that took 15 minutes in line to get. What a liquid waste, how sad. Though... they don't really NEED to drink it ALL at this point. Damn, I sound super lame today. Back to Poison, they haven't changed (despite pimping Rock of Love on VH1)! You know how some bands morph or 'evolve' with their music and appearance? Well, these guys look pretty much the same - maybe a bit shorter hair, and maybe a tad less makeup, but there is still lots of hairspray and mirrors involved, and they actually sang the songs you want to hear - not all new ones. That always irks me to no end.

And where else than a state fair can you find a super tall clown and a 700 pound pumpkin? Make that two.