Spent the day at the Oregon Country Fair. A plethora of half-naked, painted, pierced, and cross-dressed people. Lots of tofu, although the woman who asked the groovy enchilada guy where the hamburger stand was actually got an answer, so as you can see, everyone's palate was catered-to. Glitter, jugglers, children, candles, parades, an energy fair, yoga, bellydancers, live music of all varieties and languages, and more interesting people than you could ever hope to meet. Being the type-A that I am, I've already finished posting the photos. So, you can be there vicariously. As the gray-haired guy on the bus regaled, he feels like Eugene is stuck in a time warp (to the sixties), and if there is a God, "he must be a tripper." Oregonians (and neighbors), there are still two days of mirth yet.
Spent the day at the Oregon Country Fair. A plethora of half-naked, painted, pierced, and cross-dressed people. Lots of tofu, although the woman who asked the groovy enchilada guy where the hamburger stand was actually got an answer, so as you can see, everyone's palate was catered-to. Glitter, jugglers, children, candles, parades, an energy fair, yoga, bellydancers, live music of all varieties and languages, and more interesting people than you could ever hope to meet. Being the type-A that I am, I've already finished posting the photos. So, you can be there vicariously. As the gray-haired guy on the bus regaled, he feels like Eugene is stuck in a time warp (to the sixties), and if there is a God, "he must be a tripper." Oregonians (and neighbors), there are still two days of mirth yet.
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