Carnivale Macrabe

To get it out of the way....it's NOT early.   Halloween 2012 theme is Carnivale Macabre.  Perfect timing for the forth of July carnival to come into town and let me get some photos for the video I'll be making later this year instead of borrowing another town's carnival from Google.  We walked to the "event" mostly for the sun and air and my insatiable love for all things won and bartered for.  My eyes immediately honed in on a prize that was declared "Impossible!" by Mr. Morgan.  I don't remember the exact conversation because like most people who are told no... the NO is the only part they recall as there could be no plausible reason for it.  His reasoning went along the lines of winning what I wanted took many series of trading the prize won towards a bigger prize, but remember.... I'm still stuck at no and standing in the makeshift carnival dirt paths with cotton candy literally stuck in my grip and in each corner of my twisted "but I want it" mouth.  

"Then how about a penguin?"  I settled. (beware the penguins!)

"No penguin."

/kicks dirt and compares self to the petulant two year old sharing the a similar frustration nearby. 

"Monkey?  That man says I could get a monkey and I need a monkey."

 

This is Mr. Morgan caught in loathe for the carnival.  On entry he quickly left me, refusing to be beside me and surprisingly unaware that I had every intention of taking photos of a tiny crappy carnival and didn't care if people thought I was in fact the 'backwoods freak" marveling at it on film. He cannot believe how shitty it is.

I did eventually talk him into playing a game.  It would not be goldfish, even the man touting the game was having difficulty selling a half dead chore to the few goers in attendance.  I knew I had installed a nagging need to play a game and prove that he could master the carny trick games when I saw Mr. Morgan squinting at each booth and his hand was resting outside his pants, but over his wallet.  He is not aware that he does this when he is going to spend.  I've seen it when he's made purchases from upgrading his order at a pizza place up to buying an entire living room set.  Once that hand is over his billfold... that's when he's hooked into parting with cash.  This happened at the balloon - dart throw booth.  

Three throws for five bucks or so.  The first two, pop pop! accompanied by the carny (latino and giving his own flare) shouting "That's one hombre!  Now two, uno más para un premio!"  He missed the third one and I quickly stroked his arm saying the balloon had clearly been buttered.

The Sponge Bob of "Whatcha gonna do." was chosen accordingly.  

The dogs have not chosen their costumes, I'll be going gypsy.

- DM