Big Tex, 2015

Hello is right. I thought, maybe we'll go to the fair on Sunday night, and most people from game weekend will be gone and we can stay late because we don't have school Monday. That was a really great thought that I shared with a billion other people. It was the most people I've seen there to date.

The Beach Boys performed the Sunday night concert (at 5:30 PM after they ate dinner) and they were awesome. Unlike some of their rock star counter parts who sound like they're gurgling glass at this point in life, the boys sounded really good.

We walked up a little late because I thought they would play closer to 7. Hearing their music took me to my youth. For the first time in a very long time, I was completely caught off guard by a memory of my Dad that affected me on such a visceral level. I was immediately transported back in time, riding on a long road trip and picking Summer Dreams out of my Dad's cassette tape briefcase.

I immediately got teary eyed thinking about how much we sang that tape together and how he would be really excited if he saw them at the fair all these years later (like all the other 60 year olds rocking out!) but how he would absolutely hate the crowds and how the Rangers were in the playoffs again and all the games he took us to and how he never got to see them make it to the big show...then I felt kind of sorry for myself that we didn't have tickets this time, which I know is a #firstworldproblem and how they were starting game 3 in about an hour and remembered just a few years ago when V and I were at the playoff and world series games...on and on and on and on and on...

Since there were a lot of people standing to watch the Beach Boys, the walking roads were blocked, so I was standing with Alex outside this home improvements booth. A man interrupted the sad, nostalgic, vomitfest in my brain asking me if I was considering any improvements to my home. When I said No?, he then said, "Well we need to keep the front of our booth clear, so please move."

I almost started weeping.

I decided that crying at the state fair was not the best idea, and luckily I was able to gain some control and circle my thoughts back around to the present Beach Boys concert. I thought about the end of Never Been Kissed and how epic the last scene was when Michael Vartan runs out to the the pitching mound where Drew Barrymore is standing and they have the perfect kiss with Don't Worry Baby playing in the background.
 
Sam: Sorry I'm late. It took me forever to get here.
Josie Geller: I know what you mean. 


Other than me being a crazy person at the fair, the little guy really enjoyed himself.

step 1: He loves country music. step 100: he will ask for a pickup someday.

After socializing with some special people on DART...

We did all the kid activities including petting zoo (poor animals), kid farm (poor volunteers) and a pig race (poor me).

We did a decent job sharing food this year so as to not be sick by the end of the night. Every year, I give away my extra tickets at the end of the night and right when I was thinking we needed a few extra this year for some fried cookie dough, Karma came though and a woman tapped me on the shoulder asking if I could spend her last 8.

Worth it! So disgustingly good.