fair

three things:

1. motorcycle ride sans goggles. meaning air hurling at me. hurts my face. not the face! anything but the face! eyes watering, nose running, hair whipping fun. perfect night for a ride.

i need goggles. or a helmet. or both.

2. after describing, in detail, all the delicious fair food we had before us: fried green tomatoes, corn dogs, funnel cake, pork chop on a stick, hush puppies, sweet martha's cookies, the bf thinks for a moment. we walk a bit further. he stops and points, "baby, they have crepes!"

crepes?! wait, did someone just ask what kind of food might not belong at a fair? hilarious.

3. we bought tickets to play a game. the bf wanted to see me knock over four heavy bottles with a softball. i got two down. the bf's turn. how many did he get? zero. there goes my big, strong man theory.

to his credit, the bf has quite an arm, and had he not missed the pyramid by a foot, all four bottles would have been down. hell yeah. i stand by my man.

we watched the fireworks. he liked the fried green tomatoes. and as we walked hand-in-butt-pocket down the barn to the fair's biggest pig, corn dog, i thought, does it get any better than this?