smashing part two

back to the Monroe County Fair..
the second best thing about the fair
is playing Whack-a-mole.
there is something about the weight of the mallet on those adorable plastic mole heads..
it's exhilarating.
i know.
i have issues.
but unlike carpenter ants, i will never kill an actual mole.

i am aware that you can play Whack-a-mole at Seabreeze
but it's just not the same.
it lacks that all important sleazy carnie vibe.
plus the first time i ever whacked a mole was at the county fair
so there is that all important element of nostalgia.
i was swinging the mallet with one hand and holding my cheek with the other.
it was the day i had my one and only wisdom tooth pulled, as i mentioned in my last entry.
what i didn't mention was that i cannot pass up italian sausage with peppers and onions on a hard roll..even if i had to eat it on one side of my mouth..and even if i could barely open my mouth to begin with.

now i'm remembering earlier that same day sitting
in the dentist office scared out of my mind about the whole tooth extraction thing...
they gave me a happy pill to chill me out.

i was in the waiting room filling out info on the clipboard they handed me when the drugs kicked in.
where it asked for next of kin, i wrote Robert Redford..
i put down some other bogus info ..and was laughing my ass off.
a big thanks goes out to whoever it is that invented anti-anxiety meds.

right after the procedure, my mom took me to see my aunt susie, her sister ,who had a bit part in a Burt Reynolds movie. she played a hooker in a scene that took place in an old western saloon.
i kept waiting for her 15 seconds of fame.. but my painkiller was wearing off.
i sat there crying during a comedy..
but the movie was so horrible, i think i would've been crying anyways.

i had totally forgotten this chapter of my life.
those memories probably would've remained dormant in some dark corner of my brain never to surface again, if not for the love of whacking moles.