Those of you who know me pretty well know that I can be a little tentative to try things that I've never experienced before and don't know anything about.
But I kind of did just that a couple weeks ago.
The fair was in town.
And I went, my friends, oh yes, I did.
Now I'll admit, I was a little nervous. The closest thing I'd ever done to going on funky rides and stuff was something like this:
|Yeah...I think that's a little more my speed.|
Nonetheless, I sucked it up (after all, my friends were there and I have a reputation to uphold, yo) and after popping some Dramamine, I hopped on the first ride, which was pretty much a glorified swingset.
And I loved it.
I could say some sappy stuff about how it felt like I was flying (cuz I kind of was) or how the wind felt delightful in my hair (it was making a mess of it, actually), but honestly, I don't want to. It was just super cool.
I also got to do bumper cars. It was actually my first time operating any sort of motor vehicle other than a bicycle, and I was so tickled that I laughed hysterically the entire time. (Also awesome)
So from then on I pretty much rode every ride I could get on. I also got to watch a gorgimous sunset from about a hundred feet up on this thing.....
It was quite a memorable experience.
I rode one ride that was supposed to be huge and scary but, uh... wasn't, and also a ride that was supposed to be sort of relaxing but made me fear for my life and scream and cry. (Yes, I screamed and cried and cursed the progeny of some of the ride operators in my terror)
Honestly though, the scariest thing I did at the fair wasn't a ride. It was when I took a visit to the public restrooms.
Now that was frightening and psychologically scarring.
I rode a lot of awesome rides, ate some yummy food, saw some funny looking animals, and mostly just enjoyed spending time with good friends.
So let's just say that the fair was a good adventure, and I think I'd rather like to go again next year.