I actually don't know what the name of the pier was called, but that's what it felt like. Rides, acts, cotton candy, the whole gambit. Our entertainer here wouldn't get very far into his act before he would start asking for money, fail, quit, then start again.
This guy was so awesome. He was singing like mad, strumming away, toe tapping, rocking back and forth, to and fro, just plain ol' plain ol' gettin' down. Except, he wasn't actually playing, he was lip synching. His fingers never touched the strings. It was a riot.
And there's are host. Probably currently hating this picture. Paul's an awesome guy, with an awesome disco phone. I don't know if you can quite make it out, but the pricing structure on this sign is ridiculous. 2 balls - $2 dollars, 4 balls - $3, 5 balls - $5. Seriously? What if I wanted twenty, would I pay $15 or $20? Man, carnival pier is crazy.
Enjoy, jon
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