Every time I go to the rodeo or something similar to it like the state fair, I'm always shocked at the crazy prices of the food even though I already knew that it was going to be expensive. But seriously. Ten bucks for a corn dog?!? I think all my poor friends are annoyed by now by my history with corn dogs. From the disgusting impression it's left on me since my elementary school cafeteria food days til that one time not too long ago at the state fair where i learned what they were supposed to taste like and how seriously GOOD they are. Deep fried perfection. Yummy goodness. And the first thing I did when i got into the carnival area was to go get me a corn dog. Had been craving one for so long! Ugh. Disappointment! My corn dog did not have a crunch to it at all! Maybe it had been sitting under the lamp for too long? I ate it all anyways but i was left with the most unsatisfied feeling. If we weren't in public, I just might have thrown a tantrum. Hummus later told me that you had to go to a specific place to get a corn dog. I took a bite from hers and it was exactly the way I wanted it! Double ugh. When everyone else arrived, getting food was the first priority. There were sausage dogs, turkey legs and more corn dogs. Later on we found ourselves glued to those water shooting games. I always thought it was impossible to win but guess what? I actually WON one round! I started screaming cos well, i literally thot it was impossible to ever win! Several of us ended up winning and we all picked these cow stuffed animal. I gave mine to little miss my linh. The only person who really wanted to win but didn't was big poppa. Poor guy. He was relentless. I don't know how many rounds he played. It got to a point where the one-eyed attendant started making fun of him. I really don't like shizz talkers. I hate it. I wanted to throw my cow at the guy and go you really want to be talking shizz now mister one-eyed man? But that would be mean. Does it matter though if I'm already thinking it? I guess I'm just a mean person. Haha. Leave my man alone! I went through a stage where I swore off roller coasters and carnival rides cos man, it's dangerous! And how much can you really trust these things that are set up and taken apart so frequently? With a small amount of hesitation, we all decided to ride the carnival equivalent to the dungeon drop. We're crazy people! When we got to the top, I remember thinking oh my gawd what was i thinking before it dropped and we went hurdling towards the ground. I can't remember if I screamed or not. Mrs. Gilles had thoughts of her baby girl and what if something had happened to her. Man. A ride is just not a ride anymore when you're grown up. It's all about being responsible. Haha. As insane as it was, I really miss the thrill and excitement of roller coasters. If only there were never any lines. Big poppa and I ended our night on the big gigantic slide. That was really fun! Wish I had one of those in my back yard.
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