You Can Really Start to Lose It
For the first time in my life, this past weekend I went to the Canadian National Exhibition. After having been through those buildings before, and having sent off fair queens and ambassadors to compete here, I had still never been.

On Saturday, with some family members, we headed into the big city for something to do. We were looking for something entertaining, and decided to head down to the Ex. In some ways, it was everything I expected it would be, and some ways, it was so much less. It wasn't my first choice, but at the same time I knew the rest of the crew would enjoy it.

Sadly, reality and fantasy have blended in my mind so much so, that these experiences become only relfections of video games I've played. Since my acquisition, I've become quite a master at Roller Coaster Tycoon, and so I recognize the moves that a good park manager makes. Every price was at the same time, semi-reasonable and quite profitable. I felt as though everyone knew that I was cheap, the lady selling and punching my ticket to get in, the woman that sold me my lunch, the various vendors and assorted carnie folk, and every step of the way, they mocked me. I could hear them saying, "you've already paid so much more money than you'll get back in entertainment value, come over here and spend a little more you sucker!" Maybe I should see somebody about these voices I'm hearing in my head.

I still have my ticket though, which is good for one re-entry. I don't think I'll be making it into the city though.

Walking around that day wasn't my idea of fun either, since the day before I had gone on an unnecessarily long bike trip. 65 kilometers in one day, which was more than I had done the entire summer up to that point, left me quite exhausted. My younger brother went from Aylmer to Tavistock, and I was supposed to meet him along the way. Far more grueling than the CN Tower climb.

One quick stop we made at the CNE, was one to the "Farm, Food, Fun" tent. We walked in and I said, "Man, this place is for city folk that don't know anything about farms." Then, one of my more city-ified sisters said, "yeah, we could run this display." We could have, so we went back out to see what games we didn't want to play, and what rides we didn't want to ride.

More than once I caught myself having to clean up the stereotypes of what I was going to say. "Man, these guys are really trying to Jew, I mean jip, I mean scheister, ... rip me off." Too many verbs in that context are racially degrading.

Seriously though, it was a decent time, not worth the money, but still fun.

   [ posted by William @ 12:09 AM ]