Today was the annual Bridgewater County Fair.
I know. Not my usual entertainment of choice, but it was right around the corner from the house where we’re staying here in Connecticut, so it seemed worth checking out. Plus, Michael and I were accompanied by our twitter pal, @Gweeds, and she made it even more fun.
First up was a visit with the sheep. Baaaaaah.
They were warming up for their big event: the sheep herding show.
They got chased by a Border Collie and everybody clapped.
Then we moved on to the pigs. Apparently, “hot dog pig races” are a big deal around these parts.
What are hot dog pig races, you ask? They’re little contests where pigs with names like “Jerry Swinefeld” and “Brad Barbecue Pitt” and “Kevin Bacon” run around a track.
And a county fair wouldn’t be complete without a reading by a psychic, who sits at a booth waiting for suckers like me.
The best part was when @Gweeds, who was dressed in Yankees gear as were Michael and I, handed me a Yankees shopping bag with a special gift inside. She’d made it herself. It was a Yankees “rally bra,” and Michael gave it an up close look.
The beard and the bra really go together, don’t they?
The only disappointment was that we couldn’t find the pie-eating contest or even any pies. What’s a country fair without pie???????????