Feria

The Fair was in town. 

There were ponies and dangerously old carnie rides.  The blocked off street was filled with peddlers selling wares of all kinds.  There was reggaeton blaring until all hours of the night for five straight days.  

We hit up the bouncy house. . . that was conveniently located on the beach behind the Brewery.  Woody bounced with playmates from school til he was a sweaty, dirty mess while Conor and I sipped IPA's. We ate hand dipped corn dogs and washed it down with some cotton candy.  That, my friends, is the best way to do the fair.  Woody isn't old enough to want to ride the creaking, no seat belt required rides or spend $11 trying to win a prize that is worth 50cents.   

I thought, for sure, Woody would want to ride the ponies but as soon as he saw the awesomeness that is a double slide bouncy house his little three year old eyes could see nothing else. 

A buddy from school