Life as a west sider....okay just for a night (seriously, lets not judge)

Do you think that just because we ventured to west of state street that you cannot all be lovers and not haters??? i mean what time of the year is it? It is the time to get fat eating corn dogs and funnel cakes, get tatoos that tell you are sexy because your husband no longer does and it is the time of year when you can finally pay $1 to look at 1,000 lb pig (well, if you are elissa). It is FAIR time.








Not just any fair, but old fashioned, west valley attending, utah's finest, come to this and we all stare at the largest pig the smallest pig and the babies pigs. And then they send you into a trailer to have you read more about "pork, the other white meat..." sad...those poor pigs. I mean maybe no one else understands the irony in all this but i kept wondering how i could look at those pigs and then read about bacon for breakfast (and how it has less fat than bacon did 15 years ago)! Aside from Elissa looking for wilbur and realizing her time with children is starting to affect her social life... i'd say the pig experience was the only downfall of the fair...
The next stop on our fair tour could have been to a ride or even a sip of lemonade but NOOO, alli, being the observant fairgoer that she is realized that we were not quite fitting in....how else to fit in but to head right to the heart of ghetto 101.
(Ignore the drunk stare please) i assure you i was immensely pleased with my purple lesbianesque unicorn tattoo across my shoulder. I could only have been more jealous to have a growling lion roaring back at me--but alli represented the lion so well that even the man hitting on her leaving the tattoo booth could have sworn that they knew eachother from somewhere (or if she was up to it---they could)...better than the woman giving me the tattoo who lingered a little to long on my unicorn (i might as well have put a rainbow on my forehead and waved a flag).
Elissa was wondering where our dates were...but she found hers on the way home. The problem is that one she did not know him, two, he did not know her, and maybe for a small second we based this "match" based completely on how his very SEXY legs looked riding a motorcycle. I know you might all want to judge. DONT- did you see the last post about don juan, at least this time elissa is choosing men where they could drive their own motorcyle because their legs are long enough! We were proud! (elis- you did not think i was going to leave you out of this post...besides we all stalked the hot motorcycle man, AND it was only for two...ummm ten BLOCKS.) Besides it is better than meeting him while doing pullups at the gym (cough cough, lol)
DATES?!!! maybe next year...maybe not....who knows.... but honestly i am pretty sure there were some guys there that would have made those white trash pictures from the post below a reality in a heartbeat-
If you know anyone who wants a cowgirl, a japanese princess, and a ghetto superstar you know where to find us!!