The One Where Andrew Does Meet Scooby

Greetings from very late on this Saturday from us here in California, which means myself and a mostly sleeping Chrissi. It's 11:31 PM and I'm going to try and squeeze this blog post in before the clock hits midnight, turning me into the proverbial pumpkin. "I sure do like pumpkins, Cotton."

Anyway, leaving behind us in our wake the inevitable detour to the Dodgeball quote, a brief synposis on our day will follow. This afternoon/evening we went to the LA Fair (If you can't work out what LA stands for, you need help) and spent three-four hours there. It was, in essence, a giant fair/show place. Surprising, I know.

We wandered around the various food stalls and past umpteen demonstrations of kitchen tools or cleaning products at some of the many stalls. One stall was worthy of citation - a Fish'n'flush, displaying a toilet where a small (but separate) fishtank was in the walls of the cistern, and in the toilet lid. Very bizarre, at any rate.

We later went into the fairground part of the fair, and had a go at some of the games. Chrissi won herself a stuffed purple dragon at one of the games, where you have to shoot the water at the target to beat others doing the same thing, and at another, where you had to throw darts to pop balloons to win a picture as your prize, I got 4 balloons with three darts to win myself a picture of, well, you can guess really! If you can't, I have provided a picture beneath of myself, my prize and the stall where we won it also.



After such a high note the rest of the fair could not match it, and we left the fair and after several discoveries that it would be a long wait to be seated, we ended up at a nice Mexican restaurant with some excellent food, and rather toooo friendly staff of waitresses. Some of my readers will no doubt be delighted to hear that her cover for staring at me was to try and see what was on my Thid Floor t-shirt. But honestly, show some manners; do not hit on a guy when he's having dinner with his girlfriend. It's just rude.