Today was Herr Meow’s first time riding a Merry-Go-Round.
Well, technically it wasn’t, but it was the first time that he got to sit on the horsey by himself, and that was big.
So, of course, I forgot my camera.
County Fairs are lovely things, aren’t they?
They have shady characters and lots of sugar and greasy food but there is a quality of dated, still life that never quite goes away. The peeling paint and the rows of prizes stacked neatly and waiting to be taken home; the smell of hot dogs and the stickiness of cotton candy; the garish colors and the loud old-timey music; it all conspires to make you overeat, spend way too much on silly stuff, and feel giddy and happy and like a nine-year-old.
We went to the Arlington County Fair and we had a ball. I strongly suggest you find a fair close to you and do the same, because if more people got in touch with their inner nine-year-old, then we’d all realize how fun life can be.
And if it has fried dough –NOT funnel cakes, as funnel cakes are gross artifacts of the devil and all-around subpar (thank you, Miss JB for teaching me right!)– and pig races, you can consider yourself in heaven.
And well…. although to some a camera phone is not a camera, I did walk away with a memento of the day. Here it is:
Happy weekend, all!