I was supposed to be here, taking pictures with her.
But I ended up here. For two and a half hours.
You know it’s bad when people start getting out of their cars and have picnics in the median.
But! Sometimes a guy busts out a guitar nine cars up and you just happen to have your camera. So you walk up nine cars (hey, you don’t have anywhere else to be) and ask to take his picture. You also may or may not end up with a new facebook friend. (You may also have grand fantasies about one of your facebook friends catching his eye after you post the picture, they end up dating, getting married and having babies. And then when people ask how they met you’re the catalyst of the coolest “how you met story ever.” Also may or may not be made into a movie in your little fantasy.
You finally make it to the fair.
The night is perfect.
The smells are intoxicating. You consider eating everything, hell, you’ve done it before.
You leave happy.
Indiana State Fair. Fourth year, I’m just in love this year as I was four years ago.