I’ve been a big blogging slacker, but I swear I have a good excuse. Like work and sunshine. 
I went to the Del Mar Fair on the 4th of July. I know it’s supposed to be called the San Diego County Fair now, but to hell with them. It will always be the Del Mar Fair to me.
mikey, GFI and I got there before it opened and spent the majority of the time sifting through the assorted crap vendors in Bing Crosby Hall and the like. We stopped for cupcakes at a super cute booth that was decorated in pink and black and white with lime green accents and curly font. It looked like a website I did for a client once… only life-size. A little surreal, but the cupcakes were good! Three mini cupcakes in red velvet with cream cheese icing, chocolate on chocolate and vanilla cake with chocolate icing for $5. It worked out perfectly; we each got a bite of every flavor.
We got our handwriting analyzed because we had a sudden urge to piss away $3. The Fair does that. It’s like a state of fugue or something. One minute, you’re perfectly rational, bypassing the loud guy selling chamois, the mood-lipstick mistress, the uber-butch hocking cheese graters and then, without warning, “Let’s get our handwriting analyzed! It’s only $3!” And the next thing you know, you’ve corrupted your whole party.
