Jessica Moe

I hope you all had a lovely 4th! 

Well, as you may know….a 4th of July tradition in our home–when we are in CA–is the Del Mar Fair. (Now, the San Diego county fair)….  Despite being kind of on the fence about attending this year, because of the price of gas and all, we decided we couldn’t miss it….so on Friday morning, we kind of took it easy…we slept in, grabbed some lunch…ran a few errands, which included stopping at the pharmacy for medicine for Issa cause he was feeling kind of icky….and while he slept, I drove down to Del Mar.

You know, of late we have either gotten smarter or more tired…but we tend to go to theme parks and things of the like in the afternoon and spend 4-6 hours as opposed to going first thing in the morning and spending all day….  

I like to say that it is because my dear sweet husband is the best park mapper outter ever…He always has a plan as to how best organize our time there, and he does such a great job of getting us everywhere we need to go, he seems to designate just the right amount of time to everything that we have to do,we eat at the right time and we wait in the shortest lines, and by the end of a couple of hours we have done everything we came to do!

Issa, on the other hand says “I just don’t have it like I ‘usta!” (As I said, I tend to think it is the former).

Anyways, we got there, we went straight for the expos…although, we did stop for Issa’s chili dog.  And then grabbed some jerkey and dippin’ dots and cruised around the various booths getting our rings polished and hands lotioned and watching all of the cooking demonstrations….and after about an hour or so of getting pitched to, we decided to hit the rides….

Ok, now I am not a big fan of carnival rides. I think they are terribly dangerous, so we tend to go to the same rides every year–kind of a “never died on this ride before” type of thing…and they are the SAME exact rides every year as in the exact same machines we have been riding on for ten years or so….and some of them have seen better days….after one of those swirly whirly rides, where I am smooshed up against Issa, trying not to crack one of his ribs, and after a roller coaster that kind of deviated from the typical rides (Issa’s choice–I nearly cried while I was calculating the chances of surviving from the highest point of the coast if it were to collapse or eject me)….I was ready to slow things down a bit…

We took a moment away from the rides, Issa decided that he was going to win me something before we left…and so we wandered around until I found a prize I wanted….and we both paid three dollars to shoot the target with a water hose and be the first to get our horse to the top.  GUESS WHAT! That’s all it took! Issa won on the FIRST try. I was sooo excited, and he was soo proud. 

Since the mission was accomplished, we returned to the rides with a few remaining tickets in our pockets….and since it was my choice, I decided that the Ferris Wheel looked newish and safe(r) than some of the other options….Issa protested quite a bit, but he went along with it and so we hopped in line.  While we were in line (it was kind of a long line) we took advantage of people watching since the fair seems to being out the strange in folks…and just as we were rounding the last leg of the line–it happened….

SPLOOSH!

Yes, someone SPIT from the tippy top of the wheel landing sqarely on my pointy finger and Issa’s shoe….I threw a fit, being a bit of a germ-a-phobe….and swore to rip the spitter off of whoever launched the wad but everyone that came off the ride as we were getting on seemed to be innocent enough so…despite the fact that I had a part of my mind on washing my finger as-soon-as-we-got-off….I was able to enjoy the view from the top which was BREATHTAKING.  The ocean to one side, the fair to the other….the lights and tents and people looked just like something out of a postcard.  I wish that I had a camera, but then again…cameras can’t always give you the perspective that you get in a moment like that…

The ride was over all too quickly…and I made a b line for the bathroom…

All washed up and sanitized, we grabbed some dinner (french bread pizza–TO DIE FOR)….and scurried off to the most beautiful fireworks display I have ever EVER seen.  Thanks to Issa who helped me succesfully navigate the crowds, we found prime parking for ourselves and I stood in awe of an amazing display.  We are talking about stuff I have never ever seen….and I even got a little misty even at the finale….it was overwhelming.  We were virtually speechless as we were leaving, but we found a way to communicate a mutual desire for a cinnamon roll…and after partaking in a fair finale of cinnaminny cream cheese frosting goodness, we headed for home–off to bed…the whole weekend ahead of us.

It was a GREAT day.  Thanks, Spin!