It is that time of year again, one of my favorite signals to the end of summer, the Minnesota State Fair. Last year, I took Biggest as part of a Mommy-Daughter day. We had snacks, rode rides, saw the sights. You name it we did it. This year, I am headed to the fair with both kidlets in hopes of making some memories. Yes, I know the next two days are going to be the hottest of the summer, with the heat index reaching over 100 (which for the Twin Cities is pretty damn hot). They don’t call it the Great Minnesota “Sweat” Together for nothing. We have a plan which includes going early, lots of water, and sunscreen.
Even with my dislike of heat, which inevitably creeps up to uncomfortable levels during the fair every year, I absolutely adore the Fair. I have gone since I was young. To me, it is the ten best days of summer for several reasons.
- It is a great place to people watch. Let’ be honest. Who doesn’t love to go out and observe people in public? We all do, say, and wear crazy things. Last year, we saw a little girl lose her first tooth in a line behind us. Every year, you find stressed out parents, screaming kids, people crowding into small, hot spaces just to see the heads carved into butter! This year, I might try filling out a State Fair bingo card. I think I can be a winner!
- It is a great place to eat. Truth be told I like to eat. It takes a lot of fuel to keep this curvy body at my current fighting weight. (Yup, I went there). The State Fair is the place where you can find almost anything you want (on a stick, of course) and can eat yourself silly. My preference is to share with others, so I don’t overeat…as much as possible. Hell. I still overeat. At the Fair, we all do.
- It is a great place to make memories. I remember going to the Fair in high school with the marching band and trying to go through the Haunted House with the boys we were crushing on. We used to hang out at the KDWB boom box. When I went with my parents we would spend what felt like forever watching the Vitamix demo or the guy who makes salsa (even though my dad already had the salsa machine). Now, I am making memories with my own kids (click here to read about last year’s trip with Biggest). I can’t wait to see what memories they share with their own kids in the future.
- It means summer is ending. Yes, you can gripe at me all you want, but some of us are not summer people. I love fall. Besides, you know what the beginning of fall means, pumpkin spiced lattes at Starbucks. Be honest, you know you want it.