We only stayed for about two hours because of the heat. Seriously, I was glistening all over the place. However, while we were there, I couldn't help but notice a few things.
1. Why did almost every adult I see have a cup of beer in their hands? Is the idea that if people get drink enough they will be more likely to buy art? I mean, it's an outdoor art fair, not tailgating before a Green Bay Packers game. Plus, doesn't walking around with cups of beer violate some kind of public intoxication or open container law? I guess as long as drunk guys are using horrible one liners to pick up statues of the female form, it's all good.
2. While some of the booths always seemed to have people coming and going, other booths seemed emptier than a bottle of vodka at Chelsea Handler's house. I couldn't help wonder if the people at the more popular booths look at the empty ones and taunt them by yelling, "My art is better than your art. Na-na na-na boo-boo."
3. Some of the places that sold these really awesome photographs that were matted and framed. They usually ran for around $150 to $800 depending on the size or type of frame. And for the most part that makes sense. What doesn't make sense is when you are selling a post card sized copies of the same photographs that aren't framed and aren't always matted for between $20 and $50. In what cracked out universe does that make sense.
4. Smoothies that cost $6. Really? Really!?! Really!!!. What the frak is that about. My one smoothie is going to cost more than a foot long corn dog and fries. Were these smoothies made with fruit collected from Mount Olympus. It's not like they even come in cups that would make you go, "Holy crap, this thing is ginormous." No. It's just a regular sized cup. Apparently, someone is taking pricing lessons from the movies theaters.
And lastly...5. Why do some guys do that thing where they sort of take their shirt off, but not really. You know, the guys who lift the fronts of their shirts up and over their head, so basically you see their chests and stuff, but they never really took their shirt off. It just looks like they have a piece of cloth going from one shoulder behind the neck to the other shoulder. And to clarify, this is fine if you look like you spend a few days in the gym. It's not fine if you look like you spend a few days a week swallowing basketballs whole. And for God's sake, don't strut down the road like you are working the runway at this years, Hottest Man Alive Competition. No! You stop that right now; pull your shirt back down and grab one of ten pound bags of carmel corn before you go any farther.
These and a few other thoughts popped into my head as we made the rounds at the art fair. I can't say that in the seven hours away from the fair I've come up with any answers, but I do know I have till next year by this time to figure them out. After all, who knows what thoughts and questions I will have next year.
