State Fair, Horse Show, Friends

Yesterday afternoon took more than a little urging for me to convince WFS we HAD to go to the Kentucky State Fair. He generally isn't reluctant to go anywhere/anytime~~~~~after a little nudging and cajoling, he agreed. The state fair can't be missed. My friend, Marion, a state fair newbie and horse show lover, was ready and willing to do the thrills up close. Deal done. We agreed to meet at the fair. WFS and I arrived about one hour before Maid Marion, lots of time to: people watch, cake and pie view, gaze into antiques road show rejects booth, look at quilts, art, photography, on and on....A word to the wise, if you like the food section, for the sake of sanity; go early in the week. The moss growing mold and flies swarming in the glass cases left this girl in shock. I recovered.
It was time to meet up with Marion. We headed toward the horse show. Now, there are two sides to everything and the state fair is no exception. There's the outside/midway crowd and the inside/air conditioned horse show crowd....and never the twain shall meet. Outside, all you need to know, was handily covered by AE last week. That testimonial could not be improved. The inside, a site to behold. Perfectly coifed men, women, children and horses. Trim, sleek, fancifully dressed. An air of gracious gentility. Grand scope of events, this one! Our friend and Horse Show Captain, invited us to sit in his box...a spot saved for the most illustrious. We were in! Marion joined us there and if you don't know Marion, this will probably not do her justice....but the girl can work a crowd. She arrived, looking a million...crawling over seats with her wine in tow. It was hard to concentrate on horses when we had to give fashion citations and the like but we managed. We were having such fun we completely forgot our kind servant, WFS, who continually refreshed our drinks and carried us food...so as not to disturb our horse watching...I suspect you know by now WFS was completely into the evening and his considerate reputation.... redeemed. We took a break from the flutter of refined festivities and returned to the outside....We strolled through the new north wing pavilion and looked at some very expensive nic nac booths. Marion had some goals in mind....she can blog on these if she so desires. After a corn dog, the evening was coming to an end. We left Marion by Freddie Farm Bureau, swathed in blue plastic...Freddie had been put to bed for the night and I was going to do likewise.