the idea is, often, better than the real deal.
let's go to the fair! only $1 to get in labor day weekend! fried food, the enchanted forest!
it was over 100 degrees. it was crowded. overflowing with poorly disciplined adults and their offspring. the lack of shade did not stop us from trying.
i was so looking forward to fried food, my inner glutton rattling cages and screaming obscenities.
deep fried white castle burger.
fried chicken sandwiched between a krispy kreme doughnut.
deep fried twinkie with chocolate sauce.
you may as well throw your $20 in the deep fryer and call it a day.
i cannot tell you how disappointed i was, my balloon popping midair. i really expected it to be the height of ravenous gluttony. i really expected to revel in the natural disaster that is fatty fried food and indulge myself like a teenager sneaking out of the house.
instead, i found myself throwing away the expensive remnants of a bad idea.
the real deal sometimes sucks.
i have friends dealing with unhappy marriages, new pregnancies, death and last minute miracles. the ebb and flow of the messes we create, small tentacles of the past sometimes stinging passersby without intention. i bookmark these ideas and never really figure out how to fit them into my schedule. they pile up, as do the pints of ice cream and i remember so many nights spent pining over men who never really loved me back and think the real deal is sometimes better than you ever imagined.