Last night, my dad and I went to the Kentucky State Fair.
I ate a lot.
As many of you know, I packed on about 40 pounds over the course of 2008 and 2009. How could I have let that happen? I don’t know. How does anything happen?
Anyway, I’ve burned it all off this year thanks to the outrageously painful insanity of … Insanity. On October 15, I will hit 35 years of age in the absolute best shape of my life. I feel better — and I feel better about myself — than I ever have.
But that still doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally like to eat like a slob.
So last night I had:
1 corn dog
1 pork BBQ sandwich
1 roasted lamb sandwich with BBQ sauce
1 grilled pork chop sandwich with BBQ sauce
1/3 of my dad’s catfish sandwich
1/2 of my dad’s funnel cake
The amount of BBQ sauce I dripped on my pants? Acceptable.
I love the fair. It’s so much fun to watch the people and eat the food. No humidity last night, either, and the breeze was entirely welcome. I actually had what’s still the best date of my life at the fair once — we had corn dogs as appetizers, ribeye sandwiches for the main course, and ice cream cones for dessert. I love a woman who loves to eat, and someday hope to marry one.
And since I didn’t have room for an Italian sausage with all the fixings last night, I think I have to go to the fair again.