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Marley
We getto the festival around two in the afternoon. We walk up to the entrance, stopping at the ticket booth to pay our entry fee. There are booths upon booths of different craft vendors. So many of them have Thanksgiving and Christmas things.
“Hi! Entrance is eight dollars for adults. You can buy tickets for rides here or at a booth inside. Games take cash and there are ATMs scattered through out the festival,” the woman working the ticket booth states.
“Can we get unlimited ride passes,” Rascal asks her.
“Of course! It’s five dollars per wrist band.”
“We’ll take two, please.” He hands her two twenties. She counts out his change before putting our wrist bands on.
“Thank you and have fun!” She hands us a map of the festival and we step aside so Raze and Minx can get their tickets. Once they’re done, we start our trek through the vendor booths.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Rascal says to me.
“Why is that?”
“Because you’re gonna be tryin’ a ton of carnival foods.” He smirks.
“Bring it on.” I wink at him.
“There are so many cute things here,” Minx says. “We should come back tomorrow to buy some things.”
“That would be awesome. I wouldn’t mind getting some Christmas decorations for my room at the clubhouse,” I add.
“We’ll see,” Raze tells Minx.
We come to a booth where they sell homemade candles.
“Oh! I love candles.” I walk up to the table and check out what they have. I pick one up labeled Calm. The description says cedarwood and orange. Taking the lid off, I inhale the scent. “Mmm, this one smells fantastic!”
“Let me smell.” Minx sticks her nose in the candle and I giggle. “That does smell good!”
I smell some Christmas scented candles, finding a few I love.
“We can come back tomorrow to buy some if you want,” Rascal whispers in my ear.
I smile. “I’d like that a lot.”
He plants a kiss on my cheek and we keep walking. If I get the chance to buy all the things I want, the truck will be packed.
“There are so many amazing things here,” I say.
“Am I gonna have to limit you to what you can buy?” Rascal laughs.
“Probably!” I giggle. “It’ll be hard to narrow it down though.”
The closer we get to the carnival part, I notice there’s live music. The scent of deep fried foods filling the air causes my stomach to growl.
“What’s on the itinerary first, Romeo?”
“Some kettle corn and then we ride some rides.” His face resembles the face of a kid walking into a candy store.
“You love these things, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah. We grew up going to rodeos and carnivals every other weekend. It was practically the only thing there was to do,” he explains.
