Well, for the 37th consecutive year I went to the Tulsa State Fair.
Why do I go every year? I don't know. Seriously, I don't know. Before his untimely demise 9-years ago, my father declared the Tulsa State Fair a repetitive waste. As in it's the same every year, and indeed it is. It is a melange of the same food, rides and exhibits they have every year and the only thing that really changes is the gate admission price.
Still, I go every year. It's a ritual.
I know good and well that I am going to have a sore back and stump from the walking, heartburn from the deep fried mess I willl eat (as well as guilt for effectively destroying my diabetic diet). I will say "no" over a hundred times to carnies on the midway and do my best to avoid entering to win a vacation to somewhere, a car, a boat, or whatever for fear of having my son's great grandkids being on a mailing list.
I don't care...I'll still go. See you next year.
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