I told you guys that Drummer Boy and Precocious Daughter and I would be attending the State Fair of Texas together this year. And yesterday was the day.
For those of you who don't live in or come from Texas: Just about every school child in the Dallas Metroplex gets a day off during the Fair, specifically to go to the Fair. Every child gets a free ticket.
That's how Texas rolls.
|You should see this before you die, seriously.|
Of course, PDaughter left hers at home and we ended up buying her a full-price ticket (despite my suggestion that she should remain in the car for six hours while Drummer Boy and I went in, to teach her a lesson about responsibility). But still.
I had never been to the Fair on School Day. When I was married, my ex and I actually used to pull PDaughter out of school on a Tuesday during the Fair's run, when admission was $2 with an empty can of Dr Pepper (again, this is Texas), and all the rides were discounted. But now that she's in high school, with a greater courseload and, of course, marching band, that's not really possible. So School Day it was.
Holy crap, was it crowded.
You don't understand how crowded.
|Sort of. But more.|
It was a crowd of old and young, black and white and brown, muscle shirts and hijabs, able-bodied and wheelchair-bound, families and couples and packs of rowdy teens. And with one exception, every single person we encountered was polite and cheerful and respectful. That exception was a loudmouth, rude, aggressive middle-aged white guy, who wasn't wearing a "Make America Great Again" gimme cap but might as well have been.
There's almost no chance that guy will read this, but just in case: You are damn lucky you stopped talking smack to me when you did, because my boyfriend was about to break you into pieces.
I should totally not be proud of that. But I kind of am.
So. One of my favorite attractions at the Fair is the World's Largest Traveling Reptile Show. It's so cheesy. PDaughter and I have gone in for several years. My ex never wanted to go with us, but Drummer Boy was totally game.
|Alive Reptiles, you guys!|
|Holy shit. Beautiful but deadly af.|
It was. So. Cool. And terrifying.
We also ate Fletcher's corny dogs. Which is required by state law. No shit.
And we saw the famous Budweiser Clydesdales. They are beautiful, you guys.
|They also tend to attract loud, rude Trump supporters, unfortunately.|
Not their fault, thought.
We did not ride the Crazy Mouse, which was the favorite ride of the Baudelaire family. PDaughter decided the line was too long, and I was legit relieved, because it would have been weird to ride it with Drummer Boy.
Yeah. The Texas State Fair with Drummer Boy and PDaughter, the two most important people in my life, was amazing. But it was hard to shake the decades of Fair memories I accumulated with my ex and with my little Baudelaire family after PDaughter joined us.
It was sweet. It was difficult. It was joyous. It was bittersweet.
I had such a good time. Despite the traffic, and the expense, and the crowds, and the weird, intrusive memories.
If you have a bucket list, attending the State Fair of Texas should be on it.
I may be biased, having attended it with the two most important people in my life.
I had an awesome day.
The rest will be in the book. I promise