There was no way I was going to THE State Fair of Texas and not getting a corny dog. I can barely make it out of the grocery store without getting a box of them, so it was certainly going down at Fair Park.
Plus, until I moved here, a corny dog was just a corn dog. A tiny hot dog wrapped in joy. It surely must be better here. I mean, we know they’re bigger-cuz like…Texas. But does the extra syllable make it THAT much better?! What is this extra “y” about?
This need to eat the infamous foot-long food on a stick was the driving force behind our visit. Well that AND the need to make my son stop asking “Can we go to the State Fair?” “Can we go to the State Fair?” “Can we go to the State Fair?” over and over again. Lord Jesus! The unwavering persistence of an 8-year old should be leveraged for suspect interrogations and trial litigation.
Regardless of the motivation-we were on our way!
Take me to the Fletcher’s corny dogs!
Now that we’ve taken care of that, we can move on to other things. Like Fair beer.
Oktoberfest (of course) from the Beer Garden.
But hey, maybe beer is not your thing. Luckily the fair covers all bases.
For all you upper class winos out there…
It was not lost on us how crowded it was-even on a day that called for rain. That makes this place great for people watching. And look- they come from all over the world. Did they all come for the corny dogs too? Probably.
Or maybe they came for this guy. Big Tex!
It wasn’t just big Texans and big dogs at the State Fair. My kids are finally at an age where they can ride the rides. Not all of them of course but enough. Plus the littlest one is easily entertained so she was loving them.
My eyes were closed for most of this ride
This last ride here is where I realized that perhaps I overindulged in corny dogs, nachos, waffle cone ice cream, and cotton candy.
NOTE: They should include more than a height restriction for this one. Perhaps a warning like “this is essentially a washing machine. You will most likely throw up.”
Out of curiosity, is the level of laughing that your 8-year old does while you scream “Oh my God! I’m going to die!” an indication of their likelihood to care for you in old age? Asking for a friend.
And we’re done with the rides now. Mom’s dizzy.
Before we go we realize It’s not a state fair without some livestock. That’s pretty standard right? Well we thought so until we saw this thing…
This is what 1500 pounds of pork looks like 
HUGE! Like Hannibal huge! I have a feeling when the fair ends that thing ends up here…
All in all The State Fair was impressive.
There was something for everyone and even something for like, that one person who may want just one thing-like deep fried butter.
There is no picture of that, just imagine someone having a heart attack with a fried blob hanging out of his (or her) mouth and you’ll be caught up.
And at the end of the day when Little Miss “No Nap” looks at you and says “I’m just gonna rest.” You’ll know the thousands of dollars you spent to make “priceless” memories was worth it.
