Many of you might wonder, why do I go to the Fair so much? Do I really like crowds that much?
Well, honestly? YES! But that’s not all.
I mean, sure it’s convenient. It’s close enough to run there, so I don’t have to deal with drama of parking. But convenience isn’t everything. Not enough to bring someone there three times each year (I only eat a lot one time… give or take….).
But I love the Fair because it lets be myself. Normally to run as much as I do, people would freak out. But at the Fair, it’s big enough (or crazy enough) that they don’t even care. Anything goes at the Fair. Heck, I’m surprised I wear regular pants when I go.
Or it’s big enough that I can get enough distance from them before they can realize that they’re freaking out. It’s kind of the same from my perception. If you want to change anything on the world, communicate. I’ll resist a tirade.
But it lets me do whatever I want. Even in groups, people can do whatever they want. For instance, during my first jaunt this year, I was on a Meetup group that wanted to sit and talk. The whole time. 
So I just took off with someone who came from NYC just to check out the Fair. He’s MN friends weren’t around, so he joined the Meetup group.
Today was with my group. My group is awesome a prefect! Everyone goes off on side adventures, and while it might take 10 minutes here or there, everyone regroups and continued the journey together – I couldn’t’ve asked for a better group!
But getting back to how the Fair is awesome:
The Fair has live music everywhere, and always a dance floor…. well, at least a little area between the front seat and the stage….
During the day, sure, I “got the dance out of my system,” something I have to do when there’s a great atmosphere, live music, and time. I was at Dino’s work my group and danced a couple of quick dances, but they barely counted. It was install asks because the band just started again (crowd wasn’t warm yet), and I just wanted to impress my group.
But as I was leaving, there was a band playing Duran Duran. So naturally, I entered. I danced my way in, everyone smiling at my ridiculous dance-walk, as I surveyed the room. And then I saw her – the woman I HAD to dance with, and three woman I knew would say yes.
She was obviously a bride to be, celebrating with her sister at the Fair. Now if anyone sees me out and about at random dance floors, which none of you do because you don’t go out, you would know I always dance with the bride to be. While this prenuptial princess liked the idea of dancing, usually if they don’t, there’s helpful peer pressure from the wedding party to dance, plus I always quietly tell them I’m good at leading, and that she’ll impress her friends…. at least I will. Instead of stick around to talk to the lovely ladies, I just exit as quick as I enter. It’s a girl’s night out. I’m not going to mess.
But what I do, in theory, is I create stories. I create memories. Not for me, but for the bride to be. A lady’s bachelorette party may not be as crazy as some guys’, but I think everyone should have stories to tell, so if there was nothing besides that nice day, and provably that cake or champagne at a restaurant, they’ll be able to recall that time when she was dancing at her bachelorette party.
Small? Yes. Unlikely? Maybe. But it’s the details that make life fun.