All week long we looked forward to the State Fair of Texas. As we boarded the train I was all set to read the new book I had downloaded on my Kindle when hubby uncharacteristically morphed into Chatty Charles. Not wanting to ruin the happy mood, I politely responded to the first 12 interruptions. After that I became engrossed in the book so he pulled out his iPhone and began obsessively checking the score of the LSU/Tennessee game. Technology to the rescue!
1986 was the last time I went to the fair, and now I remember why. Crowded places leave me feeling claustrophobic and nervous. And grumpy. Every single time I stood in line to eat some god-awful fried thing, someone got right in front of me as if I was invisible. Hubby encouraged me to be bold and stand my ground. He wanted me to muscle my way in. I angrily complained that I was taught to stand in line and wait my turn - all said loud enough for the offender to hear, I hoped. I'm a rule-follower, what can I say?
In retrospect, maybe God was telling me to stay away from the food. Everything was fried--even the drinks! I kid you not. There was a fried frozen margarita! What the what? Not my beloved margarita! We're a pretty conventional couple so we stuck with the tried and true: corny dogs, frito pie, funnel cake, praline fried sweet potato poppers, and corn on the cob.
Burp! Oh, excuse me, I think my tummy is still rebelling.
|Somehow, horrible food and rides like this seem like risky business.|
Am I the only one who worries about being vomited on at the fair?
My neuroses know no bounds.
|The line was unbelievably long for the ferris wheel.|
I was too tired and grumpy to wait.
|Pumpkin art by Farmer Mike Valladao - also known as the|
The Picasso of Pumpkin Carvers
|Birds of the World Exhibit|
|Does anyone know what kind of owl this is?|
|Trainer: Did you fart?|
Owl: Yes. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have had the fried birdseed.
|Look at all the people! I think their main objective was to aggravate me.|
|Iconic Big Tex|
Overall it was a fun experience despite some of the annoyances. However, if the length of time between visits remains consistent, I will be 75 years old by the time I'm ready to go back. I can't even imagine myself at that age.
Do you enjoy going to the State Fair? I'm very curious to know what you all think about it.