Thursday, October 30, 2008

The Fair is a Veritable Smorgasborg



In our family we have a really really fun Annual tradition that we carried out last night...The Arizona State Fair! Okay, go ahead and say it. The fair is ghetto. Heres the thing...We know its ghetto and We LOVE it! We just bring a couple of semi-automatic weapons and a stroller and our appetite for deep fried goodness and cotton candy and we EMBRACE THE GHETTO-NESS. Like most things in life if you look at the fair through the eyes of a child, you see how incredible it really is. The rides, the lights, the smells, the animals. It really is a lot of fun.



This year we went with my old friend Nick Carter and his girls and my mom met us there with her Argentine exchange teachers that she is hosting right now and we had a ball. We always go on dollar ride night and we don't play the midway games, but we do indulge when it comes to food. We get everything that strikes us. Carmel apples, Indian Fry Bread, Roasted Corn, Giant Turkey Legs, you name it!

Babyham loves the lights and the music. We were listening to a loud rock band and he started moving and shaking to the beat of the music. I think we might have another rocker on our hands.


Jack loved playing with Nick's girls. Amanda is five and Allison is seven and they are two of the cutest girls in the world. Apparently Jack and Allison had a special connection, because they decided to hold hands for a large portion of the evening. It was absolutely adorable, but the best part was how proud John was of Jack for being a ladies man. Especially because Allison is SEVEN years old. What can we say, he likes older women. Allison is a tiny little thing and Jack is a giant, so you can see they make a cute couple despite a three year age difference. GO JACK!



When we were on the way home, we must have hit something in the road becasue we all heard a loud pop but then didn't think much of it. A few miles later we completely blew out a tire on our van. Of course we were on a completely dark stretch of road with no flashlight in a scary part of town. it took John a little while to put on the spare tire in the dark, but eventually we were on our way.

This morning I asked Jack what his favorite part about the fair was and he knew exactly what his favorite part was. He said without hesitation "When our tire exploded!" I told John that next time we ought to save the money and instead of going to the fair, we'll just stay in Queen Creek and have car trouble. Once again, the world through the eyes of a child is a much more exciting place!

To all of the crazy carnies, deep fried twinkie vendors, the toothless ride operators and the largest horse in the world: SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!

2 comments:

Brittney said...

how scary for your tire situation! i agree with you, even though the fair is ghetto, its still a fun place to go, and especially through the eyes of your child, they dont know what ghetto even is yet, they just enjoy the rides and food! i love indian fry bread! i made some a few weeks ago with powdered sugar and honey...mmmm good! you were freakin hilarious at bunko btw, i couldnt stop laughing at the tic dip!!! LOLOL!

Nick said...

Staci & John,

Thanks so much for sharing your AZ state fair experience with us this year. It was fantastic to catch up with you all and witness the spectacle of it all (the fair).

Regarding your post, I have two clarifications.

1. After reading "my old friend Nick Carter", I realize that at the ripe old age of 34 that phrase can be interpreted in many ways.

2. You neglected to say that "the scary part of town" is less than 1/2 mile from my primary residence. It is OK. I am used to people knocking So. Phoenix as an undersireable area. In fact, Marilyn was surprised that anyone lived south of the river bottom at all! All kidding aside, we had a friggin blast. Let us know about the next reunion.

Kramer Boys

Kramer Boys