I haven’t written much lately, mostly because I’ve been trying to work as much as possible so I can buy a car. This weekend, as I slaved away over my computer, I could hear what sounded like a carnival announcer in the distance, saying things like “Beer or wine, three dollars!” He shouted that around noon on Saturday, so I’m guessing some of my neighbors start drinking a little earlier than I do.
Today, I walked over to check out the St. Charles Parish Festival, and discovered they were raffling off a MINI Cooper Convertible. Tickets were only $1, and the second place prize was $1000 cash. The drawing was at 8:00 tonight, so I guess I didn’t win anything, but it was nice to spend a few hours daydreaming about the awesome blog entry I could write if I won a car at a street fair two blocks from my house. (Seriously. I was daydreaming about the blog entry instead of the car. What is wrong with me?) My only complaint about the festival, aside from not winning the car, is that nobody was selling fried dough. I thought that stuff was a key part of the carnival food pyramid (along with cotton candy and snow cones), but it seems the St. Charles parish folks don’t appreciate its hot, sugary goodness.