Are We There Yet?

I’m not a fan of fairs, festivals, or theme parks. Carnivals are out, too. There are several reasons: hygiene issues, safety concerns, and desire to only take part in interesting endeavors. Besides, I do not consort with the corn-dog crowd.

No offense.

DISCLAIMER: Not all revelers are repellant. My own, personal, life-long best friend has a soft-spot in her heart for Renaissance festivals. She goes every year and I try to refrain from teasing. However, as we head toward a reunion of sorts, I can’t help but worry she’ll only attend future political functions with me if I attend certain trips-back-through-time with her. This is a cause for concern.

Anyway, I’ll admit to embarrassment when acknowledging that my current employer, while worrying about certain religious holidays, has no problem allowing students a day off every February to attend the Florida State Fair. Why is this necessary in life? I have no idea. My own children are simply thrilled that, for once, they get a day off from school without having to attend a memorial service, rally, or urban renewal project. Fair Day in our house translates to Annual Sleep-In-Late Day.

Good times.

Living so close to Mouse Man, friends and family members enjoy when I get roped into family weekends in Orlando. My discomfort creates giddy joy in the hearts of so many people.

This weekend will be one of those times.

Actually, we're going to Universal Studios and I'm sort of psyched. First of all, it was my idea. Shocker! Husband is about to begin his City Slickers routine out west and, although he’ll be back and forth, this might be our last Florida Family Weekend. Why not spend it together somewhere without dishes to wash, beds to make, or rooms to clean? Yes, it’s still a tourist trap meant to turn free-thinkers into tools of the consumer industry.

Still. This weekend we’ll be trapped together. My favorite men and me.