Jay took the girls up to the IX center again this year right before camp. They had fun. Jay won them both stuffed animals. They named them Sweetie and Archie. They went last year, too. Here are some of my favorite pictures of the day.
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Haha, remind me to never trust any hawker who says "just throw a dart at the balloon and win!". That is kind of like saying "just pour a cup of water on the ground and surely you'll have an ocean in no time soon!"
"Just throw this bent paper dart at the adamantium balloon. Sure to win every time!"
And if you do win by the unlikely “Infinite Monkey Rule”, then you’ve just spent your entire retirement fund on a cheap toy you could have picked up at the dollar store. Which you then DO have to pick up at the dollar store because you kid forgot the toy at the park and now can’t sleep until their reunited with their new little soul-friend!
Ok. Actually, although I do hate carnival games – I LOVE carnivals! The smell of hydraulic lubricant, greasy food, sawdust, cheap beer, and sweat. The sound of banging, bonging, buzzing, whirling, twirling, screaming, and laughing. The sight of a 100 thousand garish lights spinning in all directions, colorful feathers, balloons, and all manner of glow in the dark gizmos. The taste of fresh elephant ears, cheese fries, and Italian sausage. The feel of being jostled by countless people getting steadily drunker as the day goes on, being baked like a pie in the blistering heat, all the while being shaken bumped, spun, tossed, and twirled to gastronomic perfection.
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Haha, remind me to never trust any hawker who says "just throw a dart at the balloon and win!". That is kind of like saying "just pour a cup of water on the ground and surely you'll have an ocean in no time soon!"
Hee Hee!
I HATE carnival games.
"Just throw this bent paper dart at the adamantium balloon. Sure to win every time!"
And if you do win by the unlikely “Infinite Monkey Rule”, then you’ve just spent your entire retirement fund on a cheap toy you could have picked up at the dollar store. Which you then DO have to pick up at the dollar store because you kid forgot the toy at the park and now can’t sleep until their reunited with their new little soul-friend!
AGH!
Ok.
Actually, although I do hate carnival games – I LOVE carnivals!
The smell of hydraulic lubricant, greasy food, sawdust, cheap beer, and sweat.
The sound of banging, bonging, buzzing, whirling, twirling, screaming, and laughing.
The sight of a 100 thousand garish lights spinning in all directions, colorful feathers, balloons, and all manner of glow in the dark gizmos.
The taste of fresh elephant ears, cheese fries, and Italian sausage.
The feel of being jostled by countless people getting steadily drunker as the day goes on, being baked like a pie in the blistering heat, all the while being shaken bumped, spun, tossed, and twirled to gastronomic perfection.
Seriously – I LOVE carnivals!
LOL Rat! Best..ever...carnival description...EVER!!
And I loved the adamantium reference. Only us Marvel geeks will get that one.
Oh yeah, and anyone who wants to look it up on 'pedia, haha:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adamantium
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