JUST ME AND BOWIE. YOU KNOW.

They lured us to the carnival with the promise of free funnel cake, but didn't tell us about the long lines and lack of face paint. Luckily we'd brought our own. I was a catface meowmers:



And then in the kitchen--a potato was thrown at the batter, who wielded either one knife or two. The objective was to chop the potato in midair, and the players were surprisingly adept, slicing one potato into three perfect pieces with an ingenious dual-knife play.

And now I'm at home, ignoring phone calls from people who for some reason think I'm enjoyable to be around.