Right, it's gone... I can deal with it, I had a good night.There was candyfloss, popcorn, a cola flavoured drink-thing, we had some laughs, and we also had tears (on the real fast rides cause of watery eyes..mainly her and Aly though...mascara. everywhere). A distinct smell of puke wafted through the air like a breeze through your loosely fitted hoodies and skirts in late Spring, a reminder of our days past in the bar code... We did them all, the Superbowl, the ghost train, the waltzers.. we floated on the carousel like we were the stars in a Mary Poppins ballet... We sang and we danced, all to the beautiful sounds of "King of my Castle" and the hypnotising melodies of The Streets. She giggled in my ear and for the first time in a long time there's not an ounce of doubt in her shiny brown eyes... We truly were Kings among carnies. The walk to the car was reminiscent of a walk through Fairview park on a Swivens Day morn... holding hands and whispering plans to do it again next week, if the weather holds up.. We arrived at the car holding on to each other tightly as if still riding the ferris wheel, gloomily yet eager at the prospect of cheese fries lining the walls of our veins in twenty to twenty-five..To our horror we discovered this would be but a distant dream....
