The Keathly FamilyWe went to the Fair yesterday. After one hour driving around first mistaking Saints parking for Fair parking then trying to find a Park N Ride that wasn't full, we finally were at the Fair. Then we all discovered that we wanted to go in the late afternoon vs. late morning. D minus in communication to us. We saved ourselves from an F because we all managed to keep our attitudes in check.
We spent four hours eating, walking and arguing over my stroller driving style. If you get hit, I really don't care. Your feet are your own, watch out for them. I'm too busy keeping track of Stan and Jesse in the crowd.
NoahWe brought Noah to the animal barns but missed the swine and cow building because they close them at 3 PM. Lame. But we did ride the Big Slide. Noah loved it. The first word out of his mouth at the bottom was, "Again!"
Noah and Mama on THE BIG SLIDE!Things I learned for next year:
- Go later in the day.
- Resign yourself to stay until the fireworks are over.
- Choose the Park N Ride closest to home, not closest to the Fair.
- Have a game plan/itinerary. Share/revise this with your Fair-going clan.
- Only go with those who really want to be there.
- Remember that County fairs are smaller and therefore smell less.
1 comment:
Don't all fairs smell the same?
I know the bathrooms do. They all stink of hot, juicy ass. Are you kidding me? I mean, you try to make a turd smell like a rose. Especially after all those folks have each consumed 2 tons of fun.
On sticks, might I add.
What the hell happens to all those sticks anyway? I bet we could make a sculpture with all the used ones and start up a revolution boycotting them. You know, saying how much waste they produce and blah blah. We could be damn hippies. Yes, I'm on to something. Either that, or I'm ON something.
Peace. (see, I sound like one already)
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