As is tradition Monica and I go to the Musée Mécanique on Christmas. We delight in watching all the mechanical dioramas detailing the various execution styles be it French (guillotine), English (gallows) or the Wild West (gallows again). A favorite of mine is the diorama of an opium den. The little figures show years of heavy drug use. There's even a skeleton that pops out from one of the doors. I like to think of it as very early Public Service Announcement-- Kids if you do opium you'll end up a skeleton! As if they won't end up as skeletons anyway.
There are the more risqué peep shows of scantily clad women, well scantily clad for the turn of the last century-- ankles and elbows must have driven men wild back then-- kind of like it is in today's Middle East. I've seen the same dioramas, automations and movie shows since I was a kid but it never ceases to humor me.
I always go to every machine that will either test my masculinity or tell me ideal career. There's one machine where you shake a wizard's hand and it measures your prowess as a lover. One of the lights is "gay" and I've always wanted that one to light up. However I'm always testing out as "warm" or something dreadfully boring.
As far as careers go this year-- I'm to be a "mooch" and Monica is to be a "fish peddler" which I think is probably an ideal career for a lesbian like her. The only thing better would be a "fur purveyor" but that isn't even one of the choices.
I got my various fortunes from Grandmother, Wizards and various Gypsies. They all seem pretty valid.
And of course no trip would be complete with paying 50 cents to hear Laffing Sal.