Lynden Fair

Every year when I was little, my mom, grandma, sister and I would head out to the fair. We would ride the Tilt-a-Whirl, eat a brick of curly fries, get our faces painted (I usually got a unicorn), play a few games and look at all the animals.

Now that I'm older, the fair has lost some of its magic. Paying for parking is a drag (oh, and paying for everything else), trying to squeeze through the crowds can get super annoying, and now I wonder about how safely the rides are assembled.

All that being said, Tommy and I headed out to the Lynden Fair today.  The food is still amazing in an artery clogging kinda way, the people watching is top notch, and lots of baby animals!

Oh man, that cookie ice cream sandwich was so good! The only real disappointment of the night was not being able to walk through the horse barns. They were closed while they saddled them up for dressage. Boo. 

Heart was playing at the fair that night, and while waiting in line for some lemonade the lady infront of me turns around and asks, "Heart...what do they play again?" I was a little surprised by the question, but responded, "Oh you know... Barracuda!" She didn't know the song, and responded, "Oh..I must be the wrong generation" She was 40-50. No lady, you're the perfect generation. If anything, I shouldn't know who Heart is.