Turns out she was in the same exact mood. She decided that we needed to get out of the house so we went and got dinner. We came home and after a few glasses of wine, it seemed so silly that we were passing up on a carnival. So my mom and I went to the carnival...while slightly under the influence. Slighty.
We opted to save our money by just simply walking around the carnival...taking in all the lights, the smell of the funnel cakes, the excitement of little kids. Then we saw this baby:
Now...I'm not a huge fan of riding carnival rides seeing as how they're put up and taken down so easily. For instance, you would never see me on the ride in the third picture above. No way. But the swings were different. They were my favorite ride at the Dade County Fair (which we went to EVERY year when I lived in Miami). Naturally, as the wine coursed through our bodies, we were (or maybe just I was) itching to get on this thing.
My mom insisted that she try to take pictures while we were on the ride.
I don't think I laughed that hard in a while. Only you can't see anything but my arms and legs.
This is a horrible picture...as I was extremely sweaty. But...It turned out to be a good night after all.