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The Carnival Ninjas

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The annual traveling fair has come to town, you can smell the cotton candy for miles.
I have always loved the fair.
It happens at just the perfect time of year.  The warmth of the sun fighting with the coolness of dusk.
The magical way the bright lights from the booths of the heckling vendors mash together with the screams of joy from the riders, the temporary magic that transforms an urban parking lot into the hot spot of the week.
I was amazed and impresses with the patience of the patrons as they stood in huge lineups for the hot mini-doughnuts covered in enough icing sugar to throw you into a diabetic coma…. Worth it.
Parents oblivious to their incredibly rude and pushy children. …Shocking.
Do “carnies” (is that politically correct?)  have dental coverage…um I think not.
They can, however, count on good eyesight!  This year’s event had a booth with Free Vision Testing.  Huh? Who goes to the fair to get their eyes checked?
Question?  Are you COVERED in tattoos from your chin to your toes, multiple piercings, and sport a brightly coloured Mohawk hair cut? Do you have cigarettes dangling from lips, jeans falling off your bum, sport extra thick makeup, and ripped up clothes? Then what are you doing at home? Everyone you know and aspire to look like is at the fair!
Deep Fried Mars Bar on a stick….Drool…that is this year’s best find.
Hot Tubs and massage chairs for sale? Why must we always stop and look at these at the fair? How do the deals seem so good here? Must be because our feet and backs hurt from all the walking and bumpy rides.
Does no one else think it is WRONG that the Ferris wheel (that was put together in a few short hours) shakes and squeaks so badly??
Pig races?  We couldn’t find the racing pigs this year, nor the flying trapeze act.  The traveling fair is getting smaller and smaller while the price tag to get in gets bigger and bigger.  Six bucks will get you one ride, one candy apple or you can play one (has to be rigged) game. Ouch.
Soon only the wealthy will be able to afford the fair.
We rode just a couple of rides, walked until our feet hurt, ate all the junk we could find. We won so many prizes the vendors nick named us the Carnival Ninjas.
Our sweet little date night was complete.  A successful night out at the fair.
It may be cheezy, but I already can’t wait for next year.

    • Comments

    1. Sounds like you had a good time despite the prices having gone up and the fact that the racing pigs were missing. Deep Fried Mars Bar on a stick was a bit of compensation at least. It’s the atmosphere that makes these fairs the places to go to and you get that for free with your entrance fee. 🙂

    3. Gosh it’s the same here!! But I love love going every year and I start getting excited about a month ahead of time.

    4. I have not been to the fair in years. I think next time they are in town we shall go.

    6. I would love to try the Ferris Wheel again it’s been over 25 years since i was on one!

    8. My hubby and I have gone to the fair together before and have had a really fun time. There weren’t any deep-fried Mars bars (drool) available for purchase though!