Surly's Soap Box

I celebrated my Blogiversery by going to going to the Fair with my brother. I enjoyed some cheese curds, french fries, and a Summit Extra Pale Ale, all before 10:00AM. The gal serving the beer asked if I wanted a large, to which I asked if they had anything larger. She responded, "Yeah, Two beers."

Kind of decadent, drinking that early in the morning, but it kind of triggered off my "Surly mechanism". Right from there, I wandered off to the Pawlenty Booth and asked for directions to the Jeffers Booth. Oh boy, did I get the look of death! The gal was P.O.ed. Totally snubbed me.

Then I stood out side of the Communist Party AFL-CIO tent (ironically right across from the DFL booth) and asked why didn't these people have jobs. Good fun! I easily out ran those 350lb hulking, monobrowed, slack-jawed teamsters on their rascals. Next time, I'm going to tie cans to the back of one. The rascal, that is, not the teamster. Maybe.

Ran by the AM 1500 booth and noticed that Bob Davis looks like Jack Osbourne:


I couldn't find a good picture of Bob, so trust me.

Anyway, had fun. I'll be going back with the Family on Sunday to see the animals and such.