Descriptive Essay: The South Plains Fair

I woke up, knowing something exciting would happen today. Today, I am going to the South Plains Fair to talk to a young lady, Sarah Allen. I am nervous, but anticipating a great experience. The South Plains fair has benefited many people, and today I will interview one of them.

Getting to the fair is no easy task. From my house, you have to take the Loop all the way around until you reach downtown Lubbock. Maneuvering many twists and turnarounds, I know I'm getting close. After some frustration and yelling at my GPS, I arrive. The Fairgrounds are built on ancient asphalt, with patches of grass and weeds sewn in. I pay for my ticket and walk through the black metal gates. Immediately, I am hit was an intense aroma. A smelly, yet pleasing,mix
Sarah decided to see the fair, and I walked with her, eager to flood my senses with the unusual. We casually strolled outside only to feel a bit of moist falling upon us. However, the rain didn't stop our tour. We stumbled through stands upon stands. Most vendors sold the same thing- funnel cake and corn dogs and lemonade. Few adventurous minds dared to invent oddities- fried strawberries, fried pork chops, ice cream on a stick and the like. I was confronted with the fact that most of the owners, or operators, of the stands looked a little gruesome. They appeared to be homely, rugged, even criminal; very appealing for the interested buyer. Before I could unrightfully judge the fair workers any further, the sky let loose. Big droplets of rain barreled down upon our heads and we ran for shelter. Sarah and I clung to the side of a booth with a vinyl roof, safe from the rain. The smell radiating from that food booth make my stomach groan. The downpour happening from outside our wall of safety grew more intense and terrifying. I took this as an opportunity to converse with Sarah. She admitted her thoughts on the fair too. "I honestly hate the carnival part of the fair" she muttered with utter disgust, "It's filled with raunchy people who pressure you into playing their rigged game, or ride their unexciting rides." The roaring rain shower decided to die down so we attempted to walk outside again. We soon got news that all the rides were shut down so we took that as a sign to leave. I thanked Sarah for this fun afternoon. All in all, it was a good