We’re all still attempting to recover from last night at the Beachcomber, but when the chance to go and see the ironically cool Village People at the county fair popped up, you know we couldn’t pass it by.  What is it about fairs that attracts us?  It always sounds like a great idea, but three pounds of fried dough, corn dogs, and cotton candy later, all you smell is barnyard animals and stale people.  Not to mention the smoking…  Everyone from parents with kids to the people working the booths had a cigarette dangling from their lips.  I copped a nicotine buzz just walking around.  All told though, it was a good time.  We hit up some rides, won some stuffed animals, and of course saw the Village People.  I think only one of them is an original member, but let me tell you these guys were putting out their A game, especially considering they were all close to retirement age.  The crowd loved ‘em too.  Thanks to the Barnstable County Fair for comping us in!

Actually, one last thing… There seemed to be a lot of pretty depressed looking animals, from rare birds to your average farm types.  Why do people think that these creatures want to be put in little boxes and have kettle corn and cigarette butts tossed at them all day?  I just don’t get it.