Went to the Middlesex County Fair tonight and ate way too much junk, wandered around feeling old and crotchety and marvelled at some of the weird entertainment.
There was a small circus that featured, among other things, three half-naked dancers (who were pretty stiff and unimpressive), an acrobat who essentially ran on a giant hamster wheel (this was far more impressive than it sounds) and a very cute trained poodle act. (There was a juggler of whom the less said the better.) We spent about 15 minutes watching before we left to explore.
Then there was the racing skunks. Yes, trained racing skunks that followed one of the lamest schpiels either Annie or I have ever seen, a series of lame jokes that took about 15 minutes (the race itself was probably no more than 30 seconds). I guess we should have known.
What struck me most, however, is my reaction to the hordes of teens who overran the place. I actually felt that I had hit another point in my life — I’m officially that curmudgeon who rails on about those crazy kids with their flat-brimmed, crooked-on-the-head hats and too-cool-for-irony expressions on their faces. And I’m generally a tolerant, open-minded guy.
Over all, a strange evening.
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