Busy Weekend
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przedIt's been a crazy weekend.
One of the Sweetie's former co-workers was getting married on Saturday, so we attended the wedding and half the reception, then piled in the car to drive up to my mom's for the remainder of the weekend.
Sunday, we made a pilgrimmage to the Foley Fall Fair, or at least its midway. When I was growing up, this was by far the biggest of the local fairs, and it was a seriously big deal. The midway had tons of rides and everybody went. Now it's a sad little affair, with a mere handful of rides. Fortunately, the rides are aimed exactly a Ros' age, so she had a great time. And we had a great time watching her.
Today, we visited my 93 year-old aunt, helped my mom with the few last things, and made the drive back home.
Here's some photographic evidence of the weekend.
Ros was completely besotted by the bride at the wedding. She took every opportunity to get as close to her as possible. I think I'm seeing the development of a little girl who plans out her wedding in great detail. Which is pretty hilarious, considering I went out of my way to avoid that.
Ros posing with the bride.
Me and my oldest friend--we've known each other since we were babies!--displaying the evidence of snow cone eating. Whilst we were making our tongues unnatural colours, Ros was discovering cotton candy.
Ros and me on the swing ride. Ros kept dragging me onto this one. (She probably was a bit too small to go on it, really, but it was the sort of midway where they overlook that sort of thing.) When I was a kid, this and the scrambler were my two favourite rides. I still get a kick out of the scrambler, but this thing now pretty much makes me ill. Still, I managed to ride it twice without unfortunate result.
One of the Sweetie's former co-workers was getting married on Saturday, so we attended the wedding and half the reception, then piled in the car to drive up to my mom's for the remainder of the weekend.
Sunday, we made a pilgrimmage to the Foley Fall Fair, or at least its midway. When I was growing up, this was by far the biggest of the local fairs, and it was a seriously big deal. The midway had tons of rides and everybody went. Now it's a sad little affair, with a mere handful of rides. Fortunately, the rides are aimed exactly a Ros' age, so she had a great time. And we had a great time watching her.
Today, we visited my 93 year-old aunt, helped my mom with the few last things, and made the drive back home.
Here's some photographic evidence of the weekend.
Ros was completely besotted by the bride at the wedding. She took every opportunity to get as close to her as possible. I think I'm seeing the development of a little girl who plans out her wedding in great detail. Which is pretty hilarious, considering I went out of my way to avoid that.
Ros posing with the bride.
Me and my oldest friend--we've known each other since we were babies!--displaying the evidence of snow cone eating. Whilst we were making our tongues unnatural colours, Ros was discovering cotton candy.
Ros and me on the swing ride. Ros kept dragging me onto this one. (She probably was a bit too small to go on it, really, but it was the sort of midway where they overlook that sort of thing.) When I was a kid, this and the scrambler were my two favourite rides. I still get a kick out of the scrambler, but this thing now pretty much makes me ill. Still, I managed to ride it twice without unfortunate result.
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Date: 2010-09-07 07:00 pm (UTC)One probably-daft question. What's a 'midway'? I get that it's something to do with a fair, but I've never heard that expression before.
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:46 am (UTC)A midway is a traveling bunch of rides and games. They can be found at fall fairs, and sometimes they crop up for a week in a supermarket parking lot. They're always a little seedy--even more so these days it seems--but a bit exciting for all that.