The Two Headed Baby is Alive

Last Friday, SexyBeast & I went to the Altamont Fair. I haven't been since I was about 19 and heavily under the influence.

I used to love the fair.....the flip flop in my tummy when I got on a scary ride, eating hot dogs w/ peppers & onions, trying to win awesome posters of Duran Duran.....and later on pics of Sebastian Bach from Skid Row.

There was mud everywhere.

We skipped all the stupid crafts & smelly barn animals & went straight to the food vendors.

Hee hee! Aunt Flo's! SB & I were curious about the fried Kool Aid but we both came to the conclusion that some things should never be fried. That delightful pile of powdered sugar dough yummyness is Red Velvet Funnel Cake. Tasty but there was nothing red velvet about this dessert....pure red dye #5 babies! SB contented himself w/ fried Oreos "hmmm mmmhhmmm soft n' melty"

One important fact I learned is 38C's & ride harnesses do not mix. I thought my boobs were going to be flat for the rest of my life. Rest assured everything is fine in Hooterville.

I didn't quite recapture my youth but it was a damn fine time.

Gobble Gobble!

Well, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. I fully support any holiday that makes eating it's primary focus.

I was in Boston, MA w/out Sexybeast.

I tried to fill my time w/ Candyland, Operation and Guess Who, the Boston Aquarium. However, I couldn't hide my sadness. I hate celebrating holidays w/out some sort of protection.

It wasn't all bad, I made my pilgrimage to Trader Joe's, getting my usual stock of taquitos plus pork pot stickers and mixed nuts. And the Punjab Market for cheap cheapy cheap spices and naan. Which will freeze easily for my dinner party.

December has crashed in and my depression quickly followed. Bear w/ me.