


I attended my first-ever state fair this past month at the N.C. State Fair. It was more of an experience than I could have possibly imagined. I was completely overwhelmed from start to finish. To begin, I drove my friends Ben, Adria, Star and John to the fair. It was a crazy evening for traffic and the trip took nearly an hour. We had printed out the directions from the State Fair website, and I felt confident I knew where we were going because I’d been to the state farmers market at the same location before. However, once we got on the road and saw the traffic, we became convinced there was a new traffic pattern in place because of the fair. At the last second, we decided to take the exit before the one on our directions because we thought it was safest to follow the crowd. Since most of the cars in the traffic were North Carolina cars, we figured it was a safe bet they were going to the state fair. In retrospect, this was a ridiculous assumption and North Carolina cars could just have easily been going anywhere, seeing as this is North Carolina.
We were finally off the highway and following signs and traffic to “the stadium.” The signs were a little suspicious, and I started getting worried that we were going the wrong way. However, our fears were quickly assuaged by the people we deemed “state fair goers” walking along the road to their cars. We were nervous we wouldn’t find parking with all these people walking in the opposite direction, but we were at least convinced we were going the right way. We were directed to turn into a series of parking lots, the first of which was labeled “Parking for Rowdy Friends.” The car was divided on what this sign meant, so we decided to drive on. We were eventually directed to a lot with plenty of spots, and we parked and got out of the car. We walked up to the RBC center, and it finally hit us: we definitely weren’t at the state fair. After a minor freak out, we asked a parking attendant how to get there, and he told us just to walk toward the lights. Luckily we found a random trolley shuttling people from the RBC center to the fair, and we were there in no time.
The fair itself was incredible. The lights, the people, the aromas and the sounds were mesmerizing. We ate fried Oreos, funnel cake, fried Milky Way, fried Snickers and fried pecan pie. Shortly after, we decided to ride the swings. We were already tired of the swings’ soundtrack after waiting in line for a few minutes. Along with bopping 60s tunes, a loud speaker projected repeatedly: “Have you had enough? Tell me, have you had enough? Are you sure you’ve had enough?” The swings were enjoyable but we were interested in something a little more adventurous. The rickety roller coaster looked appealing, and we went to check it out. The track, balanced on wood blocks on the ground, shook every time the car sped over it. It looked terrifying and perfect. I thought I was going to die numerous times during the ride, but thankfully I was sitting next to Ben, and not a stranger. He had been rather annoying during the swings, kicking my swing until the attendant reprimanded me, but he was much more helpful on the coaster. (He hasn’t told anyone exactly what I was yelling as I saw my life flash before me on the ride of terror.) All in all, it was quite the enjoyable evening, and I definitely want to go again!
Some things we learned for the future:
1. The food and rides are better the farther into the fair you go
2. Bring a jacket because you’ll be freezing after each ride
3. Things at the state fair come in two sizes: world's largest and world's smallest
4. Don’t follow traffic that’s actually going to a Hank Williams Jr. concert
5. We’ll never know who the Rowdy Friends are