Fair Day

I know it's hard to believe, but it turns out the Double Stuf Oreos are not the cure for the common cold. I took a triple dose, too, just to make sure.

Despite my head cold, we made our way to the HBS Fall Fair. The event is for students, faculty, and staff, so there was almost a diverse population out there. Many different areas were set up, including a large bbq with a band, a make-your-own-sundaes bar next to the reptile zoo, pony rides and a petting zoo, and those kid activities like moonwalks and Velcro walls.

Before we got into the activities, Adam showed me the classrooms. He's been bitching for two days now about having the worst seat in the room (students are assigned their seat and it's theirs until December. First years don't change rooms for their classes. They sit in the same room in their sections, and the professors come to them). "I'm below the eye level of the teacher," he complained. Barely. I was picturing a sunken room with all his moans, but really, it's not so bad. They do call his row the "worm deck." The two middle decks are the "power decks" and the two top rows are the "sky deck."

We then hit the fair. I was sorry I didn't bring my camera, because there were just some bizarre moments. Like a small canopy under which sat Winnie the Pooh, Scooby Doo, Clifford the Dog, and Blue's Clues. They were all alone on this big lawn area, toward the back, just randomly waving. No one came near them. And then there was the human foosball. A large plastic rectangle was set up, with metal bars going across. People strapped themselves in with Velcro pads to the bars and soccer balls were thrown in. It really did look just like foosball, with folks sliding back and forth, but not able to move forward or backward. Adam was so excited when he saw it. "Hey, do you want to play?" he asked, nearly jumping up and down. "Not a chance," I replied. Sun was hot; head was pulsing. "Oh. Um," shuffle feet, shuffle feet, "can I play?" If only you could have seen my adult husband, plowing down the little kids as he dove for the ball. The best was when the ball was just out of reach and he'd be kicking at air, practically toppling over. Of course, right by the foosball, and the moonwalk (the big plastic things jump in) that said "Ages 1 to 5" was a dj playing, quite clearly, "Shake Your Ass." Great music for the kids to jump by. The day was nice, but it didn't take too long for us to lose interest. We found the few people we knew there and then moved on.

On the way back from HBS, we stopped by Arlington Town Day. Seems to be a big deal, complete with fireworks last night, a race this morning, lots of bands and a street fair. The fair reminded me of the Fremont Festival, only instead of pagans there were church booths and instead of nude people there were, well, um, clothed people.

Then this afternoon, I just gave into my cold and slept and moaned for most of the afternoon. We've been watching the third season of The Sopranos on DVD, so we made it through a couple of episodes. But, like clockwork, Adam swore to me he was awake enough to watch them and within minutes, his eyes were shut and he was fast asleep. It's now a nightly routine. "Adam, honey. Wake up. C'mon, wake up, 'cause it's time to go to sleep."