The Feast of Deep Fried Crap
Sep. 26th, 2004 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksOn a lighter note...
Went to the San Gennaro Festival with my mother. First time for both of us. I didn't know what to expect. It turned out to be about 8 or 9 blocks of food stands and small carnival games. If the things for sale were any indication, Italians seem to live off of batter and sausages. They had every type of fried food you could find there. I sampled my first Fried Oreos (verdict = "eh"; the less batter on them the better), and practiced my walking around and eating skills. You really couldn't stand still. There were a crapload of people there, and they all walked around like there was interesting stuff going on when the tables really repeated every 150 feet or so, with only the people manning them changing. And everything was overpriced. Yet I paid for it. I paid and bitched (inside, of course). San Gennaro is, apparently, the patron saint of Batter Dipped Crap and Fleecing Hapless Festival-Goers. Mom actually got away with not paying for a gyro she picked up for my father, and I was certain there were going to be a mob of, well, *mobsters* coming after us to beat the $5 out of us (I mean, come on; you think the mob's let go of the San Gennaro Festival yet? Think again).
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I've been turtling again, avoiding anything and everything that my mind deems non-vital. Slacking on the RPGs again, getting lazy with the schoolwork reading. I've also slowed down with my job search. I've been taking more time to look beyond the present (or the next couple of weeks) and have been trying to take in what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my LIFE. And it's just eating me up, I guess. Very tired. I want to throw up my hands. Playing Wash or thinking up an interesting post for a crew's counselor just doesn't hold my interest at the moment. And it's unfair that I'm slacking on these total strangers.
Me - bitch bitch bitch. Waaaah!
*sigh*
Went to the San Gennaro Festival with my mother. First time for both of us. I didn't know what to expect. It turned out to be about 8 or 9 blocks of food stands and small carnival games. If the things for sale were any indication, Italians seem to live off of batter and sausages. They had every type of fried food you could find there. I sampled my first Fried Oreos (verdict = "eh"; the less batter on them the better), and practiced my walking around and eating skills. You really couldn't stand still. There were a crapload of people there, and they all walked around like there was interesting stuff going on when the tables really repeated every 150 feet or so, with only the people manning them changing. And everything was overpriced. Yet I paid for it. I paid and bitched (inside, of course). San Gennaro is, apparently, the patron saint of Batter Dipped Crap and Fleecing Hapless Festival-Goers. Mom actually got away with not paying for a gyro she picked up for my father, and I was certain there were going to be a mob of, well, *mobsters* coming after us to beat the $5 out of us (I mean, come on; you think the mob's let go of the San Gennaro Festival yet? Think again).
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I've been turtling again, avoiding anything and everything that my mind deems non-vital. Slacking on the RPGs again, getting lazy with the schoolwork reading. I've also slowed down with my job search. I've been taking more time to look beyond the present (or the next couple of weeks) and have been trying to take in what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my LIFE. And it's just eating me up, I guess. Very tired. I want to throw up my hands. Playing Wash or thinking up an interesting post for a crew's counselor just doesn't hold my interest at the moment. And it's unfair that I'm slacking on these total strangers.
Me - bitch bitch bitch. Waaaah!
*sigh*
