So Julie and I have been friends since the 10th grade and every year since, we would always try to meet up and go to the State Fair of Texas together. Even when we lived in other cities, we would try to meet up and go. (The State Fair of Texas is a BIG deal to us Dallas kids).
This is where I would insert a plethora of old photos of us at the fair, but unfortch, digital cameras were not around back in the day, meaning most of those pics are stored in boxes somewhere. Here are a few to give you an example of all our State Fair awesomeness…
(please disregard the bandana on my head. I was in an NSYNC phase and apparently thought this was cool.)
we would win HUGE prizes as you can clearly see on the left side of this pic.
I always chicken out on the rides and make Julie ride solo….
except for the swings…. “weeeeee”.
Ok, so I promise there is a point to this story. Julie is currently living in Paris and can’t make it back to the fair anymore. Now Paris may have fabulous museums, buildings, pastries, and the Eiffel tower….BUT does it have a giant Cowboy welcoming you (RIP Big Tex), or any heart clogging fried fill in the blank that you can imagine?? I think not.
So I decided Julie needed a little taste of the fair all the way from Paris. The following are pics from Julie’s night at the fair! (Note: I did get some strange looks from people wondering what the heck I was doing, but I didn’t care. It was totally worth it!)
First stop. Fletcher’s corn dog. (this is accurate as to what she would’ve wanted to do immediately!)
On to some Texas Tater Twisters.
corn on the cob.
can’t forget caramel apples! Now that Julie has eaten her way through the fair, it was on to the midway for rides and funhouses…
First stop: Haunted House….
complete with creepy clowns.
at our fav funhouse, with J-Lo.
Julie riding solo.
Chinese lantern festival
become a butterfly.
make friends w/ a squirrel.
One more treat before leaving.
Little did Julie know, she would be one of the last people to get a pic with Big Tex before he met his demise the following morning. (Again, RIP big guy)
She may or may not have eaten an entire bag of cotton candy when she got home…
then slipped into a sugar coma and went to bed. The End.