on wednesday, we joined up with derek’s family and headed to the dixie classic fair. here’s how it went down…
isaac was a bit unsure about the rides at first, but i finally convinced him to ride the motorcycles wiht his cousins. it was at that moment that i realized that, in the previous 100 feet of walking, i had dropped our ride card with 40 ticket credits ($30 value). sucked. it was really the only reason we were at the fair. derek had bought it last weekend when he went to the fair with the kids, but couldn’t talk ike onto any rides, so we were there solely to spend those tickets. so, i dropped $30 more and held down my throwup.
after the rollercoaster, we raced to the 7 o’clock pig races and the boys snuck in for sweet front row seats. it was too dark to capture the racing pigs on film. well, on iphone film. or whatever film is called now. bytes.
after dinner, we made our way to the exhibit hall to check out all the quilts and cakes. (side note: on the way there, i met cameron kent, local news anchorman. exciting stuff.)
perhaps some year, like in 2028, when both my kids are gone, i’ll enter a quilt. or a cake. or a hovercraft, since that’s like way way way in the future.
after our stroll through the exhibition hall, and the settling of our nutritious dinner, we went back for some more rides, this time hitting up the “a-little-bit-older-kids” section. first thing, another rollercoaster:
and we were too. so we loaded up and walked to the car. just as we got there, the fireworks began. we watched for about 10 seconds before deciding we were too tired for exploding lights in the sky.