On the 10th of August, the boss said we could ditch the RV work a little early and head to the State Fair.
I love fairs. I love them so much.
Our goal was to “eat around the fair.” It was our dinner and our entertainment.
First we started off with a Cozy Dog. I have never met a corn dog I like, but if I had to eat one, this would be it. They also had delicious orange/lemon somethings. Apparently it is a a fair thing. Out of all the fairs I went to, the most I ever ate was a funnel cake. As a kid I thought, why waste time eating when there are rides to be had!? Not to mention, my mom wasn’t buying any of that.
Then we had some salt and vinegar fries:
Yum. We also had a pork chop sandwich, very thick ice cream they called a milk shake, a strawberry crepe, dip n’ dots, a foot long hot dog, and mini donuts.
While we were doing all of that, Johnny and my friend were kind enough to stand around while I bought some Cutco knives. I love Cutco and they had a booth. Who goes to the state fair and buys knives? This gypsy. I was already planning on getting some so this made it very easy.
Johnny also rode a mechanical bull. (It won’t imbed. *ggrrr)
So close to the 8 second mark. He claims it chafed.
Then it was ride time. I love rides. We rode the giant boat, the swings (one of my faves!), the thing you stand on and it spins up and around, this other thing Johnny made us sick on. It was a blast.
Then, they made me ride the Ferris Wheel. Dun Dun Dun. I hate the Ferris Wheel. It is the scariest ride ever. It’s also dumb.
Here’s Johnny “I’m On A Ferris Wheel” Dasenbrock.
Luckily for me, while we were on the Ferris Wheel of Death we could see a very large crowd and tons of cars on this race track. We kept wondering what they were up to, then we heard IT. REO Speedwagon in concert! Squeee! I love me some REO. Seriously. I would listen to them when I would fall asleep at night as a kid. (I would also listen to Meatloaf, Reba McEntire, and various mixed tapes. Full disclosure and all that.)
Seriously you guys. I was that close to REO Speedwagon. I might as well have been sitting in their laps.
We tried to see the butter cow, but it was closed:
That weekend was by far the best one all summer. Almost everything went right and we had a blast at the fair. What more could a girl ask for?
The following weekend, my friend and I went back. I left my phone in the RV so I didn’t get pictures, but we followed it up with more food (rib eye sandwich, more fries, more donuts, more milkshake ice cream, and a $6 mistake called a deep fried brownie), more purchases (an infinity light, a La Cuisenelle baking mat, another knife as a present, and a 31 lunch bag (when will I ever need a lunch bag again? ) and the petting zoo. Oh yeah, we rocked that place.