Here’s me foolishly thinking it’s all just meat auctions and arts and crafts.ĭid I mention I’m not even supposed to be back in the campgrounds? Nobody gives a damn. If this is true, I’m going to definitely have to start attending the Fowlerville Fair more often. Somewhere around this time we meet Jeff and Ken, who would usher us into the hillbilly hedonist paradise that is the Fowlerville Fair Campgrounds during the Easy Rider Rodeo.Īnd before you start huffing and puffing, straights, please keep in mind that, according to Livingston County Sheriff Bob Bezotte, more troubling shit goes down at the Fowerville Family Fair then ever has taken place at Easy Riders. Like the wind, you can’t see it, but you know that it’s there. Still, everyone is just hanging out and having a good time as the smell of pot smoke here and there blooms and evaporates under your nose. Their mild anticipation is met with an even milder performance by a band that pretty much nobody remembers beyond 1995. Hey – I’m just keepin’ it real.Īs night descends, people mill about among the hay bales in front of the stage and wait for Candlebox to perform. The best part of all this people watching is to just wonder who the hell all these people really are anyway? Old Lady in the neon green hot pants and bikini top, who are you really? See, if you get too close, the mystery dissolves, sometimes along with your appetite. She’s more than happy to oblige - a very sweet girl all and all - and afterwards she pulls a pint of Captain Morgan’s out of her bootleg and pours it evenly into her pop and the one belonging to the lucky guy she’s with, a man who looks old enough to be her grandfather. We found one named girl buying a coke at one of the stands, and my friend and I get our picture with her wearing only a pair of jeans, chaps, and a ton of bead necklaces. Besides, there is plenty of skin that is not leather wandering around (and some that is sort of like leather). I briefly entertain the idea of putting her claim to the test, but think better of it. tells me the Fowlerville Fairgrounds are privately owned and therefore you can walk around buck naked through here and the cops can’t touch you. Unfortunately, you could not buy any of these items with just your boobs (despite our attempts), but we did spot quite a few bargains if you had some extra cash. Vendors carried everything from patches with Bible verses on them to kinky adult sex toys, plus an endless supply of all things leather. My partner in crime, J., and I spent the earlier part of the day wandering around together from booth to booth on the fairgrounds, drinking $4 cans of Bud Light while sight-seeing and window shopping among the tents. Boobitalism is the next wave in economic systems. It all gets you more liquor, which in turn just really means the chance to see more boobs. Inflation is non-existent, and all values are equal: a $5 boob is a $10 boob is a $20 boob. In this new Sin City, boobs are the currency through which all trade is negotiated. The wonderful thing about it is the simplicity of it all. Women are walking around arm in arm with their friends, popping their tops for free shots and shiny cheap necklaces. There are beads, booze, and boobs all over the place. The entire campground behind the Fowlerville Fair has become a sort of Tent City of Sodom. Oh the pleasures and pitfalls of the golfcart: you never know what could happen when you sit inside one of those things apparently. My neighbor died when he fell off the back of one in the early 90s. Saturday weekend pass.You know, there’s something just downright amusing about the twisted, ironic perversion that is people having raunchy public sex on the squarest vehicle in the world: the golf cart, originally designed for the sole purpose of carrying straights in uptight checkered apparel around from fairway to fairway as they presumably look down on lesser people and plot ways to make those people’s lives more miserable. (Thurs thru Sun): $70 (Early Bird Camping) (Midway not open)Ĭampground Wristband Prices: (Per person) Opens Thursday, August 15 at 12pm for camping only. Rodeo Events: slow race, wienie bite, barrel race, potato haystack, tire ride, and sled pulls. Lots of Action: Live music, ride-in bike show (vote for your favorite bike), Rhett Rotten Wall of Death, motorcycle trade show, barstool races, wet t-shirt and trophy girl contest, poker crawl, NTC drift trike racing, and lots more! Event Details THIS IS A PAST EVENT - Visit our MICHIGAN Event Calendar
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