We hit the State Fair this weekend. I love the fair. The smell of corn dogs, onion rings and caramel.
Some of the best people watching in the world.
I did not like that my GPS showed that we were one minute away from the fair for 20 minutes.
It took us 90 minutes to drive the 7 miles from our house.
I was unaware that Styx was playing.
I now hate Styx.
I also kind of hated Shane during that last 20 minutes of driving cause I had asked him to get home from work early so we could leave before rush hour.
He kind of hated me for bringing it up a bunch of times.
That was super fun.
But then after forever, we finally made it.
Funnel cakes, a couple rides and one game that won Lydia a teeny tiny dog.
All for $50! What a bargain!
That's okay. It's the fair!
One of the only places I can wear my straw cowboy hat and a denim shirt besides the rodeo!
I know. It still doesn't really work.
When we finally made our way out of the fair it was 10:30. Unfortunately that was the same time that Styx stopped playing. I hate Styx.
We were in the worst possible part of the parking lot. The traffic was at a total standstill.
We were looking at probably an hour just to get out of the lot.
That's when I spied the pad locked gate blocking us from freedom.
"Shane. Go get the car and drive this direction this very slowly."
I then somehow convinced a couple guys to help me break open said gate and cut off the rope blocking our way to the street.
Yep. I did that.
I enjoyed lots of screams of joy from nearby cars.
But my favorite was the look of awe from my admiring husband.
Yea. The fair rocks.