My first visit to the Minnesota State Fair was on opening day and I went with my friend MaryAnn.
Right away I got a deep fried Twinkie. I can’t even tell you what a delectable treat it was. Then we walked the length of the fairgrounds so MaryAnn could get some deep fried pickles. She shared one with me and once again my taste buds rejoiced in the gifts I granted them. Also on the food list was the most juicy turkey sandwich you can imagine. Then MaryAnn treated us to an after dinner libation while we sat on a bench and watched (and commented on) the people strolling by.
I have to tell you though, we did something I never imagined we’d do. While cruising the midway we saw a brand new attraction. A fun house. You may think, “what’s so great about a fun house?” This thing was like nothing I’ve seen at the fair, ever. It wasn’t a scary haunted house. It wasn’t a walk through a darkened semi trailer. It was a fun house!
It’s called New York New York. I suppose that’s a play on the Vegas casino or something. The Minnesota State Fair hasn’t seen the likes of this in ages.
There were tricky stairs, back-and-forth-moving paths, hangy tubes to navigate through, spinny tubes to squeeze through and rolly paths. MaryAnn led the way and got to experience all of the challenges before me.
MaryAnn, you should be able to navigate the plank-and-rope bridge – just like on Gilligan’s Isle.
There were those up-and-down platforms, like in the final scene of Grease where Sandy and Danny fell in love for good at the graduation scene. MaryAnn wanted to sing the song You’re the One That I Want with me, but I had to draw the line somewhere.
I didn’t want to dance or sing in this fun house. MaryAnn was very disappointed.
The grand finale of this fun house was the tubular, spiral slide. There was the option of taking some stairs down three flights, but MaryAnn and I both agreed we’d take the slide. I went first this time…
Screaming before I even went down. What’s with the curly goat-tongue thing I’m doing?
Two old ladies at the Minnesota State Fair, acting like they were teenagers again. How much fun can life get?
Auntie B's Wax 
Best time ever – because I got to share it with you! I think we need to attend the first day of the Fair from now on – and try out a different attraction on the Midway each time!
Oh! SO much fun! We can all use a bit of reminding that inside of us is a Sassy Spandex Sandy ready to whip it up with our very own Danny (buried somewhere in our Hubby)! 😉 Long live the teenie-bopper in us old gals!
The teenie-bopper will never die! That’s what makes old ladies so much fun! They may be gray and wrinkled, but that youthful heart can live on forever if we let it. I think you and I will have that going for us until we’re way past 100, don’t you?
Oh yeah! 🙂
Oh…YEAH! I kind of like being a teenager stuck in an old lady’s body. It’s very freeing.
I love it Sara, never lose that teenie-bopper. Its the spice of life.
Teenie, maybe not so much, but I am a bopper no matter what my size!