There are certain things I never thought I’d do, like forget to shave my legs on a regular basis or curse at my DVR when it stopped working properly. I also never thought I’d attend a fair, theme park, or carnival and actually enjoy it. But here I am, getting older, unable to understand modern technology, and who the hell has time to shave every day anyway?
The Florida State Fair has arrived, and I’ve come to accept the fact that I’m one of those people who attends with her kids and pretends not to be embarrassed when they sing along with Ramblin’ Man blasting from the loudspeakers. I tell myself that it’s not so bad; we don’t like fried butter or anything.
That should count for something.
This article appears in Feb 10-16, 2011.