Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: 10/6/18

I’m burnt out and dried out and I have the state fair to blame. I’ve been to one once before in Sacramento, California. In the middle of a summer back when the cities were national parks and not the forests and streams and granite mountains. Things reversed. When you live in the woods and desert humanity and society becomes the escape, the strange place. A grocery store is fascinating. Do we really need that many brands of canned beans? Damn I’d do a lot to just sit in an air conditioning and watch a movie. Wait, I can like, just go take a shower. And when I was out there, at that state fair, I ate fried food, drank some plastic bottles of wine I couldn’t afford, and watched the junk yard cars crashed into each other.

Today, the TEXAS state fair was about the same. The food was fried. There were the same insane backyard coasters put together with paste and rubber bands. The major difference is that the fair in Texas revolves around the big OU-UT football game, the Cotton Bowl is right in the center of it, wow!, I had no idea, and the one out in California revolves around a horse racing track. Anyways, the turkey leg clogged me up, the drinks I had to suck down tickets wore me out, and now I’m rallying with V8 and coffee and thinking about the past to see black and white and try to make myself austere and reflective so I can really enjoy this The National show.

Anyways, that’s all I got. The floor is yours to talk about whether it’s Texans-related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.