I always thought it would be fun to get stuck at the top of a ride.

I am not afraid of heights. Skydiving from 10,000 feet in the air, zip-lining through the Alaskan rainforest, those swings at the North Carolina State Fair, I love a good adrenaline rush! This last weekend we went to the North Carolina State Fair with our good friends Zach and Alyssa. I really wanted to go on the spinny swings, not the kiddy version, the crazy ones that go way higher than all but one ride at the fair (drop zone and we went on that too!). We couldn’t convince Alyssa to go on the swings so they sat out, and good thing for Alyssa too. Glenn and I were sitting ready to go in our seats, all buckled in tightly (ya right, it’s just a loose bar) and they start to take us up, jk, they bring us down, start to take us up, jk, back down again, third time is a charm and we finally made it all the way up. We marveled at the amazing view, the lights, the people, kissed romantically at the top, and I joked with Glenn that it would be funny if we got stuck at the top. The ride was nice and slow and mellow. We did like three circles and started to drop back down, bump, bump, and bump! This was not a smooth ride, it’s the State Fair so we figured well that’s that, and started to unbuckle and walk away. A man walks up to us and says, ‘sorry, the generator went out and we lost power, you can go again if you like.’ So we buckle back up and wait to go again. Sure enough as we look around the lights are completely off on three rides all right next to each other. We go back up, much smoother, and much faster this time, and lucky me it just meant another kiss at the top. So not quite my wish of getting stuck at the top, but pretty close and still a good story.

Oh and I learned something about myself at the Fair. I am completely intolerant of line cutters. I hate it. I think it’s so rude, especially when the line is like 45 minutes for everyone else. I am not the type of person to let this behavior slide, so twice, yes twice, I yelled at a group of kids who tried to cut in behind us. Yes I’m that person, yelling at teenage kids at the State Fair. Am I getting old?

It's a little dark, but you get the idea.