I didn't see anyone get hit by a confused bat, but we were instructed to raise a hand if we had a bat stuck on us, and someone would be right over to help.
It was a fun evening. There was a good-sized crowd this year, and only a few people were acting like entitled douchebags, which is nice for a change, though the ones we noticed were particularly bad.
And in other news-I baked a pie and left it to cool on the windowsill. Do I win a cliche prize? I'm calling this pie, "Mrs. N's Nemesis" after the Mrs. "N" that wins all the baking contests at the State Fair year after year. I wrote a song too:
Mrs. N is going to cry
Doo Dah, Doo Dah,
Mama baked a blue ribbon pie
Oh doo dah day.
Yes Mrs. N-this is WAR. You'd better work on your cinnamon buns as well, because I am coming after your ribbons.
"Float like angelfood cake, sting like jalapeno jelly, Mrs. N of Omaha better skip the fair, stay home, watch telly."
When I make this pie for the fair I'll use fresh, not frozen berries (these were the last of what I froze last year). All butter crust too.
I tried snapping a photo of the Enid Collins bag I bought last weekend (pardon the bad light-it was late)