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Went to the fair with my best friend yesterday. It was fun until our stress levels skyrocketed.

We scored a free elephant ear, shopped around the merchants, ate some food, looked at the sheep, and I also played some games. Around the time we got to the sheep, both of us started to near panic mode. We both hate crowds. After that, it was a mad rush for me to use up my tickets and for us to score sugary foodstuffs and beverages before hitting the road.

I didn't go on the rides I wanted because by the time we neared them, I knew it was no longer a good idea. Even just the swings or haunted house would have put me far over the edge. We did the "fun house", but that apparently wasn't so great an idea, either.

But we did have some good fun. And I got some cool stuff: A frog scraper, a frog necklace, a Lady Gaga poster (thanks, dart game!), a Little Mermaid bracelet, the New Testament IN SPANISH (for FREE! from those Gideon people!), etc. And today, I finished my M&M-covered caramel apple for breakfast, and I have been periodically digging into my cotton candy bag.

But even as much fun as we did have, I now remember what kept me from going to the fair for the past decade or so. Of course, like I remarked to my friend on the relaxing ride back, what really counts is that we left the place alive and still friends.