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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The NC State Fair
So we went to the NC State Fair this past weekend. We opted for the early Sunday morning trip figuring - being the aethist heathens we are - that we'd beat the church goers by a few hours.
But it was still crowded as shit.
Kudos goes out to my kids who kept their chins up during 30-45 minute waits in line for rides, getting let down by not winning that giant, stuffed animal at the softball toss and long walks around the fairgrounds.
They didn't bitch once which is more than I can say.
We did see the racing pigs.
That's something you must see at least once in your life.
I believe they call it local color.
The Rides! The Rides!
My 7-year-old wouldn't shut up about going on the rides. From the moment he was informed that the family was going to the NC State Fair, that's all he would talk about.
Then we got to this junior roller coaster.
He changed his mind.
My wife was bummed.
We used to be coaster afficianodos before we had kids: Magic Mountain when we lived in Los Angeles and Kings Dominion in Virginia were once-a-year at best destinations.
Food Vendors
I kept it simple and stuck with a hot dog and a piece of pizza if only because they were $4 a pop each. My wife tackled a $7 turkey leg - a homage to the days when we were courtin' and we'd go to Rennaisance Fests for shits & giggles.
I dig this pic for reason I can't explain.
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