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I demanded a divorce at the New York State Fair.

I demanded a divorce at the New York State Fair.

My in-laws surprised us with a short visit last Saturday. We were excited to see Grandma, Grandpa, & Uncle Sam. My husband was in class until late in the afternoon but when he got home we packed up the car and headed to the New York State Fair. We checked out the fair last week too and although it was exhausting we had a great time. The kids loved the rides, animals, and their first taste of cotton candy. I was a little bummed because I couldn't take many photos of the experience. It was hot and insanely crowded and I didn't want to risk taking my eyes off the kids to pull out my camera.

This time things were different. There were five pairs of eyes on the kids. I felt a little more comfortable taking some shots. It soon got dark and I needed to bust out my Speedlite which I can barely use so these photographs aren't anything special but I'm so glad I was able to document the trip. We had a fantastic time.

Except! My husband tricked me.

We left the kids in the kiddie area with Grandma & Grandpa and went for a walk. My husband wanted to check out some rides. He approached some contraption, grabbed my arm, and tried convincing me to get on.

I'm a fairly sensible person and thought perhaps we should wait and see how the ride operated before getting on. Fair and carnival rides freak me out and I always have this image of a rogue ferris wheel rolling through the fair while being chased by police cars and ambulances while I scream in my little seat and pray for batman or superman to rescue me.

Scary stuff. 

Here's how it went down.

  • Husband: Veronica it'll be fine. It's just a ride. Come on. *Grabs my arm & runs*
  • Me: Hmm, okay but this thing better not go upside down. I don't trust these things.
  • Husband: Does this look like it can go upside down? Look! It's totally fine.

*Then the restraints come down on everyone but me. I have to pull mine down. Then I notice there is a second part that comes up. I start to wonder why I'm fully enclosed in this death trap that I thought was some lame sort of side to side ride. I swallow my gum.*

Me: I'm really not sure about this.

*Ride starts and we begin to free fall. The death trap then flips us upside down a few times at a rapid pace. I am screaming like I have never screamed before. I threatened divorce and told my husband if I lived I was going to murder him.

Won't you PLEASE think of the children!?!

I screamed and screamed. Mentioned something about stabbing him. He laughed hysterically and told me to open my eyes. I do. Look down and I see mechanical things and gears and I am lying face first while questionably restrained. The carnie guy didn't even check me!  I screamed some more. My voice is still hoarse*

This went on for some time. I screamed. I cried. I smacked him when the ride was over. He laughed and laughed.

We had fun.

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