I love fairs so much. And to our surprise and luck, there's one going on downtown for the next five weeks. I saw the ferris wheel a few weeks ago and eagerly told Ian that we had to go check it out. It didn't open until last night, but of course we went enough times before hand to qualify me as an overly-excited-adult-acting-like-a-five-year-old. But it's because roller-coasters and cotton candy and haunted houses and arcades and candy apples and flashing lights and stuffed animals and tons of people make fairs a magical place.