Effects of the Fair

The last time I went to the State Fair was 2 years ago. To say it didn’t go well would be an understatement. I mean, you vomit on the sidewalk in front of a dozen innocent onlookers and suddenly you’re like a walking calamity.

However, I swore up and down that wouldn’t happen this time. He took me at my word.

Jedi is at the age where he believes he’s heart-stopping terrified of everything. Until he tries it. Then it’s oh wow, can we do that again? Usually, anyway. The tilt-a-whirl is the exception. Buzz is willing to give anything a go, but is quick to run for cover once it’s too late. This was, basically, how it all went. I don’t recall one single ride that he thoroughly enjoyed. Animals not withstanding. The boy is all about the animals.

My main goal for attending was to acquire a lemon shake-up. Yes, I know it’s just a lemonade, but it’s not. J wanted an elephant ear, which is just a really expensive humongous slice of cinnamon-sugared toast, but it’s not. We also had sausages with pepper and onions (bleh) and a diced sirloin sandwich with onions and mushrooms and cheese (yum). The amount of money spent on fair food could have fed us from the grocery store for a week.

We spent 6 hours in the sun. By the time we came back, I had blisters the size of planets on my feet and a headache. Everyone was hot, sweaty, and sun-scorched. J is more accustomed to the sun, but the kids and I are sporting a strong resemblance to boiled lobster. We were all exhausted. Most important, though, is that I managed to keep my word. Albeit barely.