Wednesday, December 18, 2013

That Awkward Moment When: The Fair Version

What's Fair?
 
 
The other day I was retelling the very great story of The Fair to my sister. I'm SURE she's heard it before but it's always fun to tell again. And again. And again. I'm pretty sure I've even told this story before on this blog. BUT if not, you're in for a treat. It's THE story. Pretty much one that never gets old.

It was a cool summer evening. It was the Friday at the county fair in Prescott when it used to be over on, fancy that, Fair Street. I wanted to wear my good shoes but hated what those dusty grounds did to them. I dressed for the occasion though because everyone knows the fair is a parentally legit time to be with the guy/girl you like. We were in a group, which we always were and in line for the Ferris wheel. David, in the midst of his emo days, made a point of saying to me, "All I wanna do is ride the Ferris wheel with you." I'm sorry, but I'm cracking up even as I write this. I'm sorry love. Anyway, I didn't super like him at this time and therefore so slyly, or so I thought, moseyed on up the line to where the guy I liked was waiting in line. It happened to be his best friend Karl*. He was near the front so without looking back, we got on. It worked out that David was two or three people away and close to my best friend Tina*. They got on together.

Here's the real kicker though.

He. Held. Her. Hand.

Now, even though I was with the guy I liked, on the most romantic ride at the fair (lol) I did not hold his hand because I'm not an idiot. I'm not saying David was an idiot, but remember the motion of that giant wheel? How even if you're above a person at one time, you won't always be? Because the thing moves in a circle. So I saw them. And I wasn't actually upset about it! I was really happy for them but also laughing inside just a little. Because of the comment from before.

Ahhhh the life of a teenager. Being in love, hating the same person, indecisiveness, easily forgiving, unknowing, hopeful, sad, happy, angry, happy, in love, sad, and all in one day.

I don't remember what happened after except that I got to wear Karl's sweatshirt for the night and I was really happy about that.

Thus begins and ends the Fair story. Except it's not the end. It was only the beginning. David wrote a song about it and I even have the original handwritten lyrics tucked away in a journal somewhere. which probably means I have an entry for that night. Ooooohhhh I'm so going to the garage for that.

We STILL talk about this night. It's up to him to post his side of it. A challenge for him maybe? We all know he is a great writer/storyteller and I, along with you I'm sure, would love to hear his version of the story.

Who knew, only 6-7 years later we would be married? That's craziness.

And don't worry, we've ridden the Ferris wheel together since. :-)

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*names have been changed because the people involved and/or their spouses read this blog I think.

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