Posted by Mark on August 27, 2006, 20:53:22 It was approaching 6 p.m. by now and I was already closing in on the century mark, a milestone that took me four more hours to attain at the 2005 Minnesota State Fair. I was feeling pretty good about myself, even though none of the sightings up to this point would qualify as “epic” or unseat any of my current top-10 Minnesota State Fair sightings of all time. I tried to downplay that in my mind, realizing that epic sightings should be looked at more as a rare treat rather than something that should be expected, and I was perfectly ready to accept that no such sightings would transpire at the 2006 fair. The next hour would prove me wrong though. I make a point of intensely traversing the seating area behind the grandstand and the grandstand stairs to its east and west. Save for the beer gardens, it has been my most productive venue for sightings are really came through for me last year, producing sightings of weary foot travelers eager for a smoke break and of young female vendors underneath the grandstand out for a nicotine fix of their own. For whatever reason, the grandstand area disappointed this year. I probably got a dozen or more sightings there, but nothing particularly noteworthy aside from the two sightings (ironically, #19 and the yet-to-come #119) where girls traveled from a previous location to the area behind the grandstand. Even at the high volume dinnertime hour, I saw no nicotine addicts as impressive as those as I was seeing elsewhere on the grounds. With that in mind, I journeyed back to the beer gardens and DNR area where I piled on several more sightings, the best being sighting #90, a stunning long-haired brunette who about 18 and an absolute knockout. She and her thuggish-looking boyfriend walked hand in hand to look at the animals in the DNR waters outdoor, with freshly-lit cigarettes occupying their free hands. I followed for a bit and got a chance to admire this beauty’s smoking style and her beautiful yet “mischievous nicotine girl” face before journeying elsewhere. The sightings piled up into the 90’s and I was astonished at the blistering pace at which they were occurring. I had accomplished by 6:30 what took until 10:30 to accomplish in 2005….and the high-volume tobacco consumption evening hours were still yet to come! Stuck at 99 for several minutes, I proceeded behind the food building which had already treated me well that day and would hopefully produce a quality 100th sighting. As I approach from behind a circular burm used for seating by junk-food consuming fairgoers, I notice a 20-something blonde from behind and take an interest in her, wondering if she’s smoking. I encircle the burm and walk past the dozen or so non-smokers seated to her left, and sure enough, the only smoker of the bunch was the attractive mid-20’s blonde, dragging intensely from an all-white as I walk past. I had less than five seconds to celebrate my 100th sighting before Sighting #101, the epic sighting of the day, fell straight into my lap. I look up from the blonde as I exit the commons area behind the food building to find a beautiful 16-ish chickie with long and curly light brown hair running down her back, and an unlit cigarette dangling from her lips. Immediately sensing something special about this girl, I began to follow her and a redheaded friend who was considerably less attractive. The brunette wore a lovely bare-midriff blouse that exposed her well-toned belly to the tens of thousands of lucky male fairgoers, as well a tight pair of denim Capris that fashionably showed off her glowing teenage booty and lovely lower legs. It took about 30 seconds for her to fish her lighter out of her purse, but when she did, she sparked up that cigarette. She took a couple of drags before handing the cigarette to her friend and then wasted no time firing up another cigarette of her own. I got particular guilty pleasure about the fact that this adorable teen beauty was the bad influence on her less attractive friend. From there, the girls decided they wanted something to eat, and stood in line at this stand that appeared to sell little cups of frozen custard or something of the like. Luckily, the stand was two-sided, so I was able to go to the other side and see through the glass, finally getting a good look at her. She was more beautiful than I previously suspected. Not only because of her astounding mane of light brown hair, but also her flawlessly beautiful face, she reminded me of Krista, the daughter of a woman my mom works with who is now college age. Krista is a non-smoker, and homecoming queen hot…and this nicotine girl at the Minnesota State Fair possessed facial features cut from identical cloth. It was like a fantasy come to life as I recalled all the times I thought about how hot Krista would look as a smoker. It only got better as the girl stood up to place her order, unapologetically holding her cigarette above the counter and proudly displaying her youthful nicotine addiction to the world. The girls carried their desserts and their cigarettes to the sidewalk, where they quietly sat and consumed a toxic brew of transfat and deadly carcinogens. And consume they did! I sat on the sidewalk across the street and got to see a surprising amount considering the foot traffic between us. The pretty girl went back and forth from her frozen dessert to her cigarette, dragging furiously and frequently, sucking the tobacco out of that cigarette faster than I would have expected before crushing it out in front of her on the sidewalk. No more than 60 seconds had passed before the girl turned around and started fishing through her purse. Could this 15-16 year-old stunner possibly be so addicted to cigarettes that she needed an exciting encore less than a minute after polishing off her last? DING! DING! DING! Every part of my fatigued anatomy stopped for a second as the pack of Camels in her purse was extracted for the third time in less than 10 minutes, and the girl lit herself up again. It was very clear that her frozen custard had quickly become an afterthought, taking a backseat to her obviously insatiable nicotine dependency. She only got a few drags off of the second cigarette before the two of them got up to leave. I couldn’t help but following a little further, even though I’m pretty sure they spotted me by this point. As I studied this beauty’s amazing face one last time before parting ways, I would’ve given anything to turn back the clock and be 16 again if only for that evening. I don’t know where Sighting #101 from the 2006 Minnesota State Fair will fit into my top-10 list of all-time favorites, but I’ll have some serious fun reconfiguring it after this epic stunner. From there I went and purchased a cone of hot cookies and proceeded a few blocks east to get another Dr. Pepper near the information stand. I took in another seven sightings during that journey, but everything was pretty much a blur after what I had just seen with Sighting #101. It was 7 p.m. and time for me to give my aching body a rest. I sat atop a cement slab at the information booth, hoping to take advantage of the vantage point for a few downtime sightings. The spot didn’t disappoint. About seven or eight minutes into my seat came this stunning 21-ish brunette, one of the prettier girls I saw yesterday, in a short denim mini-skirt and wielding a freshly-lit all-white. She was accompanied by her boyfriend, who at least at the time wasn’t smoking. Proving that there is a God, she accidentally dropped her cigarette to the ground a few yards in front of me and had to bend over to pick it up, giving me a front-row seat of her shapely backside. Soon after, I got some restitution from earlier in the afternoon near the beer gardens, when I spotted a group of three young ladies walking together. All were attractive, but the one who caught my eye was a very petite dirty blonde in a short skirt with black cowboy boots on her feet. She looked much younger from a distance because of her petite stature, but close up it was obvious that she was about 21. Well, she approached the information booth as I was sitting there, this time in possession of a smoldering cigarette made even more cute, for whatever reason, by the cowgirl look she was conveying with those boots, which were hard to miss.
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A litany of wizbang sightings ensued as I proceeded around the horticulture building. At the end of this litany came the best two of the bunch, Sightings #82 and #83. I spotted #82, a petite and moderately attractive blonde, from across the street and proceeded that direction to see if there was more to this story. And there was! In front of the blonde was another adorable girl-next-door brunette (and a guy) in a pair of tight blue jeans that packaged her feminine form beautifully. The brunette cutely and self-consciously wiggled her way through the crowd while carefully clutching her all-white between her fingers so as not to lose it in the crowd. I didn’t get to observe for more than about 10 seconds before she was lost in the ceaseless maze of foot traffic, but I cherished those 10 seconds.
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