We went to the Gwinnett County fair yesterday and boy did we have a boot-scootin’ good time. If you like people watching, you can’t waste any more time, you must drive out to the strip-mall section of Georgia for a real treat. Between the pony rides, tilt-a-whirl, screaming fire-ball and funnel cakes with a side of corndogs the buzz is all about what you’re wearing to the fair. I saw grandma mullets, a girl wearing a black mesh shirt to expose the fact that she’s somewhere between 7 and 8 months pregnant, spike heels on a woman in a wheel chair, and as much clothing from Hot Topic that would supply the entire eastern seaboard chain of stores.
We went because of that tiny girl, you know, Salem. She loves fairs although she pretends to be scared of the rides for the first hour; she usually warms up and gets excited. Daddy, pop pop and gramma all took her on rides, so it was me who was left to carry the torch. She chose the spinning dragon ride. This ride is like a scrambler, only you ride inside the belly of a big fiberglass dragon. Once on, there is a large wheel that you’re supposed to turn to make the dragon spin while the ride is in progress--you know, so we can projectile vomit the funnel cakes and corn dogs we ate three minutes ago. We stepped into our dragon along with two other little girls. They proceeded to explain that I needed to make the dragon spin around since I was the adult, as it’s too heavy for them to get it going. Once I got the dragon spinning, the girls were all excited, shouting “Man, we’re going fast!” and “Boy, I feel dizzy, like I’m going to get sick!” Great.
Salem wanted to add to the excitement and put her own little twist on how the ride made her feel “Yeah!” she cried. “This ride makes me wanna fart!”
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I like how you included a picture. Snazzy!
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