The Del Mar Fair has kind of become our summer tradition.  We spend way to much money and stuff ourselves with awful food….but there is something about it that keeps us coming back.  Sam and I met at this fair way back when.  Not in a weird sort of way….but just the typical friends meeting up with friends.  I remember standing in line with him for one of those terrible caged twisting upside down rides and watching a guy throw up all over the place.  He staggered out of his cage and the workers blasted it with a hose, quickly motioning for their next victim.  Clearly, this wasn’t the first time it had happened.  Needless to say, we decided to forgo that ride together, but we did exchange numbers…and the rest is history.

This was Rylee’s first fair experience.  We decided we need to give her another year before she can really enjoy it…..but at least the cheese curds and the farm animals were a hit.  I think we both wanted to take home a piglet!  We are headed to Wisconsin next week, so I have a feeling more cheese curds are on the horizon, and I’m more than ok with that.