Ahhhh…the carnival. What used to be known as a time of merrymaking before Lent , as Wikipedia tells it. And plenty of merriment was to be had when the carny came to beautiful uptown Ben Salom, a few weeks ago. Your friendly neighborhood jman was forward thinking enough (read: easy post) to snap a few pics for your carnival (not “carnal”. I don’t run that type of blog here. I’m pretty sure I could direct you to a few, though, if you want to send me an email.) pleasure. So, sit back, relax, keep your hands and feet inside the tram and enjoy our tour…
As always, the carnival remains one of the most affordable options for family fun. At a $1.25/ticket, it’s not a rip off at all! Just look…the more you buy, the more you save! Of course, I wasn’t that forward thinking enough to take a pic of the sign at the “entrance” of the carny. Cause, then, you’ve could’ve seen that on top of the ticket gouging prices, it’s an additional 2.50 just to step foot into the area that the other 50.5 weeks of the year is free to not only walk through, but park your car!
Most of the rides that were set up cost you 3 – 4 tickets to ride. So you do the math. This thrill ride was a bargain at one ticket, though!
The carny is also known for it’s strong record for safety. They have signs up and all.
Yes, the ride does reach near sonic speeds, but it’s still totally safe.
Cause they totally made sure the ground they put the ride on was level!
This ride is so safe, holding on was optional!
And there’s no reason to not feel safe on a ride that flings you around in a seat 5 stories up, in the middle of a mall parking lot.
After hitting some of the rides, there’s tons of fun to be had on the “midway”. Listen, I’m no dummy. I watch TV. Those games are on the “level” (more so than that ride up there). Although, I thought I heard one of the jointees call me a “rube”
The one thing the carny is BEST for, though, is food!
Lots and lots of life ending foods
God! I fucking love funnel cake!
And candy apples!
As with all things in life, the fun came to an end (that’s what happens when you spend, spend, spend). Worry not my carny lovin’ kin, cause we’ll be back next year, to watch those rides spin (like fucking poetry in motion. No wonder I call myself the modern day Mark Twain).