a{meri}can State Fair & 21st

'I'm a brontosaurus'

Ok so the State Fair...
Northerners: Imagine Knutsford Fair - on a grand scale with LOADS of fried food. I mean we are talking fried Oreo's, Reece's, Milky Ways.... you name it. Anything healthy as well, just deep fried. Vegetables, the lot. There are lots of turkey legs as well which is just a bit random? Anyway, the usual ride stuff. I don't go on rides. Long story - got a weird eye, which is a great excuse because I am pathetic anyway. Bag lady and taking photos is my domain.
Photos to come (they are on my disposable).

deep fried oreo

Had a slight Mean Girls moment on Tuesday. It was a Monster Bash themed mixer. So I went as a dinosaur and Blancs was a vampire. I rock up in a one piece lyrca suit covered in dinosaurs and NO ONE is dressed up. Beaut.
Looked slightly out of place at Country Night.

This will teach me for pulling horrible faces!

Mezza and Clayton are 21!!!!

Philly Stew came back for another visit, though this time we had a Staycation (gettit - like vacation but you don't go away...) at the Carolina Inn which is just round the corner from my halls. The bed felt like sleeping in a cloud. Mother gets night terrors sometimes, so to say she scared the living daylights out of me screaming one night, is a pretty accurate description. Madre was on top form, amusing everyone with stories of her photo-bombing a couple on the Stanten Ferry with her Statue of Liberty headband on...!
So it's the 24th October, the eve of my 21st, and I am bedding down in my favourite pajamas (floral matching shirt and trousers), when a little knock at my door wakes me. I have a feeling it's Blancita. And I am right, but she has Olive and Nicole in tow with masks of my face and balloons and feather boas. What a way to start begin being 21. Popped open the champers and had girl-party in my room.
On my birthday we had a cocktail event in the evening. We went for supper at a Greek restaurant where the chef seemed to take a liking to us so much that he just kept coming back out from the kitchen with more and more food...calamari, dips, filo pies, baklava, wine... great stuff. The birthday excuse is always a classic. Myself and Clayton (whose birthday was the next day) held the pregame at Johanna's house and the night went from there! Let the photos do the talking...

George the chef gave me a rose

Those are the PJs...

That's me and Tom

Anyway now I can stop pretending to be Sophie Stewart, and be Meriel instead. Back to my old ID. Now Blanca can take on a new persona, though when we rock up to a bar and pretend to be sisters, I don't know how that will work out. Long, curly brown hair Vs short, straight blonde hair is never a good starting point! 

Thanks to everyone who made Friday such a great day! And for all the birthday messages! Means a lot, miss you all.
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