National Night Out Tuesday was a lovely success, and the company owner was very pleased with the event I put together and said so in our meeting Wednesday morning. Incidentally, his birthday was that day, also.
Wanted to go to State Fair, and I moseyed on over about 6pm. I thought I might stay an hour, mebbe. Then I realized I'd never really just walked around Fair Park alone, and I ended up staying a couple hours and concentrating on taking photos of the spectacle. One of the cool things about Fair Park is it's one of the largest collections of Art Deco buildings in one site in the world. Most of these buildings were erected for the Texas Centennial in 1936.
Someone told me Tuesday that the chicken fried bacon was good for the first few bites but then it got old and started feeling heavy and yucky. I did not have that experience. I stood, chomping this ultimate of pork products as I admired the grand champeen 254# hog Wilbur on display in the livestock bragging pens. Wilbur's broad backside was on full display to the passersby. I think he was already tired of the fair. I suspect if he knew he was destined for the dinner plates at some high-toned charity event, he'd be putting on the some-pig act. Poor Wilbur. Yummy bacon. Om nom nom!
Here's a photo I took as the gilt western edge of the bald eagle-topped 179' Tower Building caught the final rays of the day. A gentle breeze blew the flag, and a half-moon crept up to greet the coming night.
I returned home to find in my email that I had won 500,000.00 GBP, a lovely bit of padding for me wallet, and a nice change of pace from the usual viagravation I find there. *snerk* All in all, it was a nice birthday. :)
Happy Thursday, you sexy people!