I don't know the last time I went to a state fair, but this one I will never forget. It seemed like all of Mormonia was at this place; taking advantage of the demolition derby, fried oreos, flirting opportunities, and really expensive rides. I know, who wouldn't want to go to the Maryland State Fair on a Friday night?
What's even better? A pseudo double date. Who would want the real thing when you can have a fake one?
Here I am with the male folk, Ian and Adam...now both back in Salt Lake. Sad. Our last hurrah.

The demolition derby. My first ever. Could you ever imagine telling someone that you are a demolition derby driver? I really couldn't. But some people actually put this on their resume!


Yes, all pseudo. But so much real love in front of the derby.

The fairgrounds. I particularly like the "Fried Dough" sign.

Love the swings.

Kind of hate the ferris wheel.

Look closely. You could actually pay to see the Giant Horse show. Can we say, Freak Show?

Adam told me, as my pseudo-date, that he would win this big, cheap, stuffed banana. Empty promises, Adam.

Sarah fully supports fried dough and any junk food for that matter.

Fried oreos and funnel cake. You better believe we ate about a thousand calories.

Close up fried oreos. Surprisingly good.

Chug it.

And chug it some more...and look haggard at the same time.

If you ever go to a state fair, get some fried oreos. They will not only change your life but they will clog your arteries as well. Amen.