The Spinning
It has come to my attention that, in this 24th year of my life, I am physically incapable of enjoying the food and the rides at the state fair. Separately, they are no problem.
Won tons from the Korean Baptist Church and elephant ears and corn fritters from the Alaskan Halibut stand (I'm pretty sure not every fair has one of those).
Oh, and the rides. The fun spinning rides. B is partial to the ones we have a bit of control over, the ones we get to spin our cage round and round or the ones with the stationary wheel in the center so we can spin faster. He is really good at those, perhaps too good.
I could go all day on those rides, provided I do not eat anything. Especially any fair food. Grease eating and ride spinning do not mix.
To calm my stomach we walked through the carnival games and I nagged with that horrid whiny voice, "How come you never try to win a prize for me? Why don't you love me?" and then I punched him. He tried a few games and failed miserably, so I punched him again.
Ah, young love at the state fair.
2005
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