Well. The fair. Yes. We went. We stayed for five hours. I hit the (metaphorical) wall and required 12 hours of sleep to recover.
Maybe you would like the full story? Right.
We got to the fair grounds at 10 a.m. and immediately went to the sheep barn. The sheep judging was supposed to start at 9 a.m. When we got there, they were still on the first category of sheep to be judged. So we wandered around the dairy cow barn and the swine and goat barn while we waited for the Merinos. When we got back, the Leicesters, the breed scheduled to be judged before the Merinos, were up. We decided we might as well wait, and sat down in the bleachers.
I'm going to assume most of you have never been to a sheep show. Let me explain how it works. The sheep are divided into breeds. The breeds are divided into innumerable classes--ram, ewe, lamb (both junior and senior!), pairs (ewe and ram), flock . . . you get the idea. These are all judged separately, with the owners wrestling their sheep in and out of the ring in a headlock. They don't use halters. But in the case of the less popular breeds of sheep, such as the Leicesters that we watched, and even the Merinos, it's not unusual for there to only be one farm showing sheep of that breed. Which means you will see the same people showing the same sheep over and over and over. It's incredibly repetitive. The Groundhog Day atmosphere is only worsened by the fact that sheep showing in our county and at the state fair is dominated by one family with four or five kids that look startlingly, comically alike.
Luckily, I find it funny as well as incredibly boring.
Thankfully, we only stayed for about half an hour. Then we started to walk. We walked to the poultry building. We walked to the arts building. We walked to the horticulture building. We walked to the science building. We walked to the horse building. We walked around all the buildings to see everything. We walked and walked and walked, continually battling the noisy hordes in the bright sunshine.
By 3 p.m., I was so done, I couldn't even manage to sit in the horse building and watch the horses trot around. I just wanted to go home. In the un-air conditioned car, with the bright sunshine still beating down on me and the wind screaming through the open window, I think I entered a catatonic state. I didn't even want to speak. All I wanted to do was get home, into my quiet, cool, dark house, and never see another person or venture into the sunlight again. Complete sensory overload.
Unsurprisingly, I managed to develop what I must assume was a migraine headache. I've never had one before, but I've also never had such a painful headache before. So I sealed myself in our bedroom and slept from 6:30 until 8:30 p.m. Then I got up, put on my pajamas, and went back to bed from 9 p.m. until 7 a.m.
So! We actually had a very good time. And it only took me 12 hours of sleep to recover. Success.