This single life's a funhouse

Yesterday I spent an amazing evening at the state fair. My friends go every year and have lots of traditions starting with an Irish Car Bomb  (another first and delish!) at the local pub to kick off the real fun. It was my first time at the fair in years, and we took in a bit of everything - a concert, people watching in the midway and fried everything.

Vendors fry Snickers, guacamole, Twinkies, pumpkin pie, Samoas, watermelon, bacon cinnamon rolls, PB&J&B, sugar cubes, cactus, mac & cheese and most anything you can imagine. We didn't try the fried beer and I'm sad we never found the deep fried chocolate tres leches cake, but between us we ate ribs, jambalaya, cookie dough and tornado fries. All fried. Yum. Who wants to eat healthy at the fair?

And the prizes for the midway games are always so outrageous. We wondered how many darts the girl had to throw at balloons to win the red dog that was so big we thought she was wearing it. And I had nightmares about the six-foot stuffed Rastafarian cigar that looked like a giant penis. I didn't want a pic of that one!

The rides were the most fabulous. Seeing the city lights from the Ferris wheel, being glued to the wall by inertia as the ride spins, up and down crazy roller coaster hills, and flipping upside down and all the way around on the ride I have no idea what to call.

The one that stuck with me most was the funhouse. We never knew what was coming next. Around one corner were rings you jump up and grab hold of as they spin one way and the floor the other. Then there were steep stairs that move in different directions, walkways with surprise humps and dips that jump out in front of you and rubber obstacles to maneuver through. We even stepped blindly into a small, dark tube and slid down alone to god knows where.

We all laughed the entire way through. The only kind of scary part was running sideways through a giant spinning hamster wheel.

"What's the secret for getting through?" I asked the guy.

"Run fast."

I kicked my shoes off and tried to go fast but still fell on my ass. And got right up. And kept laughing.

My head was spinning and stomach churning when I got home, but it was nothing a good night's sleep didn't cure.

Just like life.

Love to the single girls,
Addison