- White pants (I knooooow) and a Philly Cheesesteak (a definite weird choice for me).
- 100°+ temps.
- A bozo blocked our parking lot entrance/exit so we waited on a tow truck.
One of the neat things about our county fair is that the rides and booths are county owned. No creepy carnies here. There is a lot of pride in making sure the rides run safely and well; and there's a volunteer team that meets one night a week throughout the entire year to ensure that happens. It's a total labor of love and is appreciated so much.
Also, if you're reading this Carrie Beth, the little boy riding circles below is your son circa 2011. #E$
See friends? If you come visit during fair (and you should), then maybe you can make a blog appearance. Three years later, when you forget you even visited.