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Look at this sweet car. It's at the Fair!

I have so many fond memories of the Rochester Fair. Like the time my sister got hurt on a ride and my mom yelled at the carnie, then the time I made out with some kid in the haunted house and all my friends made fun of me for it and I never spoke to him again. There was the time I puked on the Zipper while sitting next to a super cute boy, then later on the tea cups. There was the time my friend ditched me to go have sex with her boyfriend and I ended up walking to a friend's house and waking up his parents to give me a ride home. Then when I finally made it home, my mom grounded me for three weeks for staying out late. Oh, who can forget the time I went to the fair with Stroger the day she got fired from the Toast and I was fresh off a horrible break-up and we ate about 7,000 calories in greasy fair food.

*Sigh* Good times.

This is the last weekend of the Rochester Fair and I am going to do everything in my power to go. If I don't see every single crappy craft made by little Girl Scout hands, or the gorgeous black velvet art or the ridiculous Keeno prizes, I will DIE! Growing up in Rochester, the fall just isn't the same if you don't take in a Sam, Joe and Ed's sub, a little apple crisp from the Congregational Church booth, lose $10 buck on the ponies and nearly shit your pants on a rickety ride run by a toothless drunk. Oh, and get a photo next to the giant pumpkins. ALWAYS a must.

If you want to get the scoop on the dopest fair on the Seacoast (suck it Stratham!) click here. It's the fair. I will be there.