Tonight I’m taking M. home to meet the family. He very briefly met my parents before we were dating and has hung out with my sister, but now it’s the real deal: four days in our house in St. Paul and a barbecue with the extended family on Saturday.
M., born and raised in Manhattan and convinced 90% of America is backwards and Bible-thumping, is going to get the full Minnesota experience. Tomorrow we go to the “Great Minnesota Get-Together,” the State Fair. It’s the largest of its kind in this great nation of ours, second only to Texas.
We’ll ride burlap sacks down the Giant Slide, check out prize-winning sheep and fancy chickens, marvel at the fatness of people and the fatness of pigs, eat deep-fried cheese curds, assorted foods on sticks, and ice cream sundaes from the Dairy Building, admire bizarre crafts and perfect pies in the Creative Activities Building (where I once worked), giggle at busts of dairy princesses carved out of giant blocks of butter, find my Dad’s BLUE-RIBBON-WINNING relish in the Bee and Honey Building, and end the day with Garrison Keillor and “A Prairie Home Companion” at the Grand Stand. Followed by fireworks, of course.
Oh, it’s going to be GRAND!
Fingers crossed the city boy’s head doesn’t explode.
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