Get me to the Ghetto Carnival!

Thursday night, Bart and Anthony wrangled the gang together for a night of fried food, Ferris wheels and funions.
The annual carnival, held across from Turner Field, was up and running and we all wanted a part of the action.

I met up with Rosalind, still in town from Chicago on Spring Break, Genene, Kathy and her fiancé Drew at Mary's for a pre carnival cocktail. There we met up with the boys and after two drinks headed downtown. Once we got there the attendants said it was closed but after much pleading and praying they opened the gates and we flew in like we were running into an all you can eat free buffet.

First off I ran to the corn dog pavilion where I enjoyed a fresh out of the grease pit dawg. Then Rosalind, Genene and I headed for our first ride, the Bear Affair. Ahem! That was a super fun twirl and whirl inside a big furry bear in overalls.

After that I scarffed down half of Kathy's funnel cake. Mmmmm!

Then we found the airbrush backdrops where we could have our pictures taken. There was a little scurfuluffle deciding between the Sponge Bob backdrop or the Escalade. But we eventually decided Sponge Bob in phat pants was so much more ghetto so we piled in, corn dogs in hand (this was my second) and did the deed. The best part was picking out the frame! There were so many to choose from like 'Baller', 'Thug Life' and 'Big Money' but as soon as I saw 'Gangster Boo' I knew that was the one for me.

The kind men printed them out, taped them into the frame and slid them into plastic wrap. Done!

Next up was what I called 'The Claw'. This was quite possibly the scariest moment in my life. This thing swung back and fourth so high that you thought it was going to dislodge and fly into the highway. Not only did it swing back and fourth at great speed but it also spun around. As Rosalind was screaming I was dead silent. My hands were clasped so tightly to the handlebars that I couldn’t speak. I also thought my new glasses were going to plummet to an early death but I was too scared to pry my hands off the bars and push them back on my face. Finally when I thought they were about to dislodge I pushed them back on my face at super sonic speed.

When that damn ride was over I was a hot mess. We all were for well over an hour. I think my brain got giggled around too much so the only thing that could make it better was a cocktail!

The fair was winding down so we all piled back into our cars and headed back to Mary's to refuel and regale all the non-fair goers about our wild time and show off our Gangster Boo photo.

The fried food and whirling rides plus a couple of cocktails went to our heads so Rosalind, Genene and I headed back to Genene's for a super slumber jam.

Ghetto Good Times!