Art Flare

Yes indeed, it's that time again. The time when people from all over the country fill the streets of our fair town in an effort to sell shiny lawn ornaments on a stick. It's time for Art Fair.

Today, the first day, was the unofficial "Stupid unemployed woman" day. Crowds and crowds of women, many of them middle aged, filled the streets. I suppose that the particular demographic was due to the fact that, statistically, there are more middle aged women not working, but able to buy lawn decorations, than there are men (more of them working), or minorities (working or too poor to buy shiny cats on a stick for the lawn). One level of our building has a public restroom that is easy to find, and the line to it was immense.

I ventured out into this mess to purchase a bottle of soda for lunch from White Market (I try to support local businesses). I made the following observations along the way:

1. People should not let their 12 year old girls dress like 21 year old hookers.
2. 12 year old girls should not let their moms dress like 21 year old hookers.
3. Lots of 21 year old hookers would be embarrassed to show up here and find middle aged moms in the same outfit as themselves.
4. Fried food, no matter how good, starts to smell like ass after a while. Maybe it's a defense mechanism to prevent instant cholesterol overload, or maybe a sign that you should avoid it no matter how good it smelled at first.
5. Thin, white, cotton pants become transparent when a lady sweats in them enough.
6. Above mentioned lady was not wearing underwear.
7. Which might explain why her boyfriend looked so happy.
8. If you don't want me to look, don't hang it out there.
9. Some of you shouldn't be hanging it out there period. Yuck...
10. No, I can't tell you where "the sculpture who does the realistic stuff" is unless you can give me more to go on.

I'm sure there will be more sage observation this week. Art Fair has only just begun its fright.