What the heck, guys? I mean, you pretty much know what you’re gonna get when you hit a county fair — carnies with games you can’t win, giant corndogs that cost an arm and a leg, and sweltering heat so bad you feel like you’re melting. But I’m a total sucker for it all! Every last bit of it. The cotton candy, the ferris wheel, those cool misters that you walk through when it’s just too hot, and the photo booths. Oh, those beautiful vintage photo booths!
I hadn’t been to our county fair for probably a solid 15 years, and I was so pumped to go last weekend with Ryan and Henry I was about to burst. It turns out we forgot to pack dinner for the little dude (and oddly enough nobody was selling pureed green beans or baby cereal…), so we had to pack up early. But we were having such a blast we plan to go back this weekend with baby cereal blazing and spend a little more time running around in the dusty midway and checking out the prize winning pie/quilt/heifer.
Do you go to your county fair? You have to! Tell me your fair faves. I remember when I was a little kid bopping around, it was the Gravitron — hands down. Do you know that one? You get inside and the thing spins around so fast that centrifugal force pins you to the walls and you can’t lift your head or your hands. I think if you put me in that thing these days I would probably liquify. Blech. But oh man back in the day you couldn’t get me off of that thing.
Guys, go to the fair! xoxo