This post is all carny.
What's carny?
This my friends is carny.
So is this.
The most carny thing of all!
Today David and I took the girls to Salisbury Beach, MA where we met my mother and Jack at Joe's Playland Arcade to play skeeball, poker keno, quarter-push games, shoot-the-clown, racing car, racing motorcycle and oh, did I mention the skeeball! By dumping quarters into these beautiful flashing beacons of hypnotic joy we won armloads of tickets which could be redeemed for valuable prizes.
I am not ashamed to admit that once the six of us had added up our tickets we had 1,318.
We kind of kicked butt.
The kids and I love this stuff. The bells, the lights, the chance to have tickets spew at our feet is just thrilling!
You can just imagine the deliberations that occurred when it came time for Rebecca and Lily to chose their prizes. It was agonizing and painstaking. Finally selections were made.
Rebecca chose a blue care bear, a back scratcher and a squeaking rubber alligator.
Lily chose a Patriots themed teddy bear, a back scratcher and a gigantic pencil.
The girls also got some sunglasses.
We then enjoyed a lunch of fried foods followed by cotton candy.
This is summer.
Afterwards we went to the hotel where my mom and Jack are staying to swim in the pool.
It was there that the man I married, the man I that I thought I knew, said something that nearly brought me to my knees.
"Well, now that I've been to Joe's Playland I never have to go back. That's one thing off the list."
I had no idea what to say.
To reject such splendor is just so odd.
David is the most carny guy I know! His humor is profane, his laugh is a guffaw. He is neither subtle, nor shy. If he were in a carnival he would be the ring master, hat in hand delighting the audience.
I now know that when the girls and I want to indulge in our dark carny desires it will be alone, our quarters in hand, our hearts bereft, our joy tempered by the absence of our ticket holder.
