Fair thee well

Having just got back from seeing Julie & Julia, I am now in the proper mind frame to talk about this. Never mind that were Julia Child alive she would be horrified at what we ate last weekend. The point is that the movie made me hungry. Just like the fair makes me hungry.

This year the fellow fair attendants were: Kelly (of course), Mike (YAY! I missed him so much!), Krista and Christopher. Driving up to Jersey it was just Kelly, Mike and I in one car, and when Kelly turned the car on, I channeled my mother for a minute and gleefully yelled out "Roomie Car!" It had been ages since I'd seen Mike, and I don't care. It was nice having just the three of us, together again.

Once we had all reached Kelly's parent's house, it was time to head to the Fair. Per tradition, we take the Falcon to the Fair. However, this year we originally thought we would have too many people to take just one car. So Kelly's dad, being awesome, got her sister Danielle's Falcon ready too. Only issue? It's stick. Specifically, a "Three on the Tree." Out of all of us, Krista was the only one who knows how to drive stick, and being a car lover, was stoked to drive it – even though we technically didn't need to take two cars anymore.

Krista is brave of heart. I rode with her to the fair, and let me just tell you: That car is not messing around. It is a tricky beast. As it's from the 60s, it's a bit...old. And not particularly fond of idling. And for a while there, the drive to the fair was all bumper to bumper at lights. And so, it would stall. And then when she had to put it into first gear (I assume it was first gear. My car shifts automatically, so what do I know?) the car would make this awesome clunking farty noise. We were so so cool driving in that thing. And then once we reached the fair grounds, they made us park on a hill. I swear, never in all the time we've been going to the fair have we ever had to park on a hill. Of course it would be this year. But like I said, Krista is incredible and rocked it.

And then...oh the fair. Oh, the food. The week before we went to the fair, Kelly's mom called her and told her that they had extended the main food aisle. We sort of thought she meant that they had just moved food from other locations. But no. There was somehow more food at the fair this year. And so the theme this year was about branching out and trying new things.

Full list:

• Corn! (Krista went back for seconds, later in the day!)
  
• Red velvet cupcakes
  
• Rice Krispie Treats
  
• Baked Potatoes of the Lord
  
• Nachos (A new fair food this year! I tweeted a photo to show how amazing they were)
  
• Mini Donuts (Another new fair food. They literally melted in our mouths. Awesome.)
  
• Watermelon
  
• Beef jerky
  
• Corn Dog
  
• Fudge
  
• Gyro
  
• London Broil Sandwich
  
• Ice cream
  
• Frozen chocolate covered banana
  
• Pretzel
  
• Pickle
  
• Ice cream waffle sandwich
  
• Bratwurst
  
• Kettle Corn
  
• Deep fried pickles (another new food item, also awesome)

And then we were sufficiently stuffed. For all of 2 hours. Because when we got back to Kelly's parent's house? We ate some cake. And uh, then Kelly made onion dip and we ate that with some chips. And then, since it was Danielle's belated birthday, had some ice cream cake with her to celebrate. And then we were finally full. For a little while.

Driving back from the fair was also an adventure. Namely that Danielle's Falcon stalled on the hill and had to be pushed by Kelly, Mike, and Christopher. While I was particularly useless and stood with the other, idling Falcon.

And speaking of being useless and motor vehicles...I should just not drive things other than my own car. Because that evening after we got back, we went tooling around the property on the golf cart and I took a turn driving it. And I may have nearly flipped the golf cart whilst trying to take a turn too fast and barreling downhill. Whatever. The point is that I didn't actually flip the golf cart, I merely flung Kelly and Christopher violently out of it while taking that turn. Later, because apparently they hadn't learned from the golf cart incident, they offered me a turn driving one of the mini motorcycles Kelly's dad just purchased. Yeah, I drove that thing for about three seconds and realized that motorcycles? Not for me. I'm not exactly sure what I looked like driving that thing, but it was enough to nearly make Christopher wet his pants laughing at me. Never forget how awesome I am.

Now that Fat Kid Weekend is over, I came to the harsh realization that I need to fit into a dress for Murder! and...yeah. Kind of fat rolly over here. Time for crash dieting, friends.

Previous Fair Entries:

Fair 2006
Fair 2007
Fair 2008