Every so often, my usual day-to-day routine becomes rudely interrupted by a migraine. I like to call it, a complete waste of time. So when I swallow down an Excedrin, the caffeine (which I'm sure is not essential in migraine eradication) keeps me awake when I need to sleep...not after I take the medicine, but at an ungodly hour once I have slept for half a night. See the post time is quite evident, I'm living the life of an internet gamer or some sort of person who spends most of the night awake (vampire)
I can assure you the post is unique in it's time. I could be finishing J.G. Ballard's "Crash"; which I highly recommend to those comfortable with things that make you uncomfortable. Best way I can describe that.
My intentions of writing this post is to quickly show you Fiesta. Yup.
Where I live, there is something celebrated around the start of Spring called "Fiesta". It lasts about a week or so and it is filled with many cultural related things and drinking. While I don't partake in the latter, I don't really go to any Fiesta related things; so deciding this year to break that "sheltered life" cycle I attempted to find any Fiesta event that would be worth while and not crowded.
So during the final weekend of "Fiesta" my friends and I decided to go to the "King William Fair" in Southtown.
Many years ago, my mom and I used to live near Southtown. Not to be rude to my city, but Southtown is generally the most undesirable place to live. During my time there, I was a sophomore in high school. Near the high school, merely blocks away, is King William street, which is the main part of the King William district. I used to walk there after school just to go by King William street and walk by the river. It is lovely and was an escape from the florescence of broken gravel, streets of spray painted abandonment, and everything else that didn't look as serene as that river.
So the KW fair seemed appropriate; to visit my old favorite hideout and finally share it with some friends.
When we arrived, this was pretty much worth all the trouble. This is best during the somber Winter of grey clouds drifting above an icy breeze.
Nostalgia ensues.
It's excitement and ease, to walk this often empty path. Not enough people appreciate it, even those who own a lovely house that lines the river bank.
But we had to walk through the fair, it was pleasant; we couldn't bring ourselves to match the hideous wares that are custom during "Fiesta".
The day brought tolerable weather and with my insistence on less sun, I basked in it for one day, just one. I've not the pallor, but my persistent "tan" is not from the sun, I can assure you.
Maybe I'll pry myself away from my sewing machine and walk through the King William district again soon. Winter cannot come soon enough.
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