So, on rare occassions, the county fair rocks.  Take last night, for instance, because I spent a good forty-five minutes rocking out to Smash Mouth.  They opened the show with a series of songs from their new album Summer Girl, and then they got into the good stuff.  After a totally kickin' drum solo (while the rest of the band changed, got a drink of water, etc.) they started up with Walkin' on the Sun.   A few songs later they played Then the Morning Comes (which was decided to be the most up beat depressing song on the planet).  Then they played another couple of songs before they played a totally amped up version of I'm a Believer (while my friend Stephanie and I did the Monkey like a couple of goobers and my friend Ericka recorded it with her cell phone).   That was supposedly the end of the show, however they then started up and encore with Riding with the Devil for all of the rockers in the crowd, a cover of a Van Halen song, I didn't recognize the next one before finishing it all off with All-Star.  Man, what a night!

This go round I manged to buy a black toyo cowboy hat that I look adorable in (okay, I admit it,  I'm a total country hick but dammit it's fun!).  I also, on a whim, had  a life reading.  No tarot cards, no plam readings, just a panel of three people who study you and then tell you what they see.  And it was just a little creepy.  The lone guy in the group pegged me as a sympathetic soul; someone who feels for other people and is often sought out for advice, the Dear Abby of the group.  (This was accurate, when I was in middle school, I was the one that friends and classmates would come to find if they were having troubles with something.)  He also said that because of my sympathetic nature, I had been taken advantage of, used, abused and over all made miserable.  (Also accurate, during my parents divorce I was often caught in the middle of the conflict by my parents who tried to play up to my sympathetic nature to make me side with one or the other.)  However the best I heard was from one of the women in the group.  She said that the trouble that was burdening me would finally be resolved, and I would find peace.  I can only hope that this is true.  Now, I didn't do any survey, questionaires or anything that would have given them the faintest idea of what my life was really like.  All they asked was for my name, and then my age.  The rest of it they got from looking at me.  It was a little weird, but I suppose that's part of the experience of going to the fair.

(And thankfully, no cranky teenaged drama queen attached to her cell phone either.)