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This stunning horticultural achievement is on display that the OC Fair. Sort of makes one appreciate the hard work the Mouse House puts into it’s flower beds huh? Frankly, I can’t even figure out exactly what this mess of flowers is supposed to look like. A sunburst in hell perhaps?
This little slice of landscaping is the perfect visual aid to depict what it is I don’t like about the fair. It’s a disorganized mess, lightly formed into something that looks familiar and yet cheap – all for the price of eight dollars.
Why do people go to the fair? I just don’t get it. There seem to be two types of individuals: Those who insist that the fair rawks and those who insist it “sucks matzo balls”. At least that’s how my friend (and consistently amusing yenta) Gina puts it – ok so she left out the “matzo” when she said it, but you get the general idea.
There just isn’t much value to what the fair has to offer me. Am I missing something? It smells like beer, rancid peanut oil and cow dung. Yummy. Why do half the people I meet seem to think it’s so great? Is there some super secret really fun thing I somehow missed when I was there that would totally rock my socks and make me feel like I wasn’t in a sunburned purgatory for sweaty carnies?
No seriously, is there some sort of hidden gem or delightful charm that I just can’t find? I don’t think it exists – but if it does then I’d like to know why it’s so damn hard to find. Skip the fair. Go to the beach.