I love the fair. Everything about it. The rides, the exhibits, the food; give me it all. Mr. P is more of a fan of "whatever keeps the wife happy" as there is no way he's getting on a ride that can be "taken apart in minutes and fit in the bed of a truck". His words.
This girl? don't care.
I immediately checked out the dates and texted Kiki (my SIL) to let her know the dates so we could plan a big 'ol family fun night at the fair. And plan we did.
BG has been to the fair once, back in Savannah, but Mr. P has never been with her and this was Uncle Marine's first time with his little family so the trip was all kinds of special. And a total blast.
Mr. P and I headed out right after he got off of work with the little one. No lie, I was itching to get there all day and might have talked it up to BG so much that she and I both might have made Dad a bit crazy on the ride. But we made it. In one (or three individual pieces).
This trip was a ton of fun in that BG could actually ride a ton of the rides. Yay for being over 3 feet tall! The carousel was her first choice and it was a much bigger hit than her first carousel experience this summer. She loved it. Though she did spend much of the ride checking herself out in the mirror. Such a girl.
The rest of the night was spent riding rides and eating way too much fair food. Kiki decided that UM, me, her, and her friend needed to ride that Gravitron ride, so we did. And I'm clearly 30 because it almost killed me. I felt drunk the rest of the trip. Oh getting older is amazing.
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