The OC Fair is soooo not OC

Yesterday we laid around all most of the day and then decided that Sunday would be a good day to go to the Orange County Fair. Sunday. Yeah, I dunno what we were smokin’ but Sunday is definitely not the best day to go to the Orange County Fair. After parking about a mile away and walking in, we were surrounded by the biggest group of white trash, beer drinking, fried food eating, pig racing bunch of weirdos I’ve seen in long time. It reminded me a lot of Florida actually. We did eat some yummy food, which really was the main reason we went in the first place. I had a mile long hotdog and then Juli and I shared the best cinnamon roll we’ve ever had. We watched the Alaskan Pig Races and even though our pig lost, I found out that pigs can jump – never knew that. We pet some goats, pigs, sheep and stared at some llamas. Then we threw some darts at balloons and rode on the big ferris wheel (my favorite) and ate some more fried food yumminess. It was fun, I hadn’t been to the Fair in a long time and now I can happily say that I’m not going to go anytime soon.

I dunno who this kid is, i think Juli gave him a dollar to pose in the cutouts with me.
This is the fair from the top of the ferris wheel... impressive!
I had my money on harry porker, but spider ham took the win.
we were both really excited on the ferris wheel ride.
Juli was totally into the pigs, see how happy she is?
This llama spit on Juli's back right when I snapped this photo... I didn't have the heart to tell her.
I told her she had to make out with me on the ferris wheel.
Above the bright lights of Costa Mesa!
This is the big wheel from the bottom... scary!