Nothing can really duplicate

Nothing can really duplicate the feeling of:

*Eating an entire bag of cotton candy.

*Being hurtled through space at great speed in a contraption that may actually be missing a few bolts here and there.

*Playing a 50¢ game of Bingo across the table from a woman with about twelve cards in front of her, and watching the game be one by another guy with only one card.

*Paying $2 for a small plastic cup of mediocre beer, and not even caring.

*Singing along to good covers of great bar-rock songs in ankle-deep grass.

*Being flirted with on the dance floor by a cute stranger.

*Spotting someone you went to grade school with (in another sitting) across the dance floor in the beer tent.

All in all, a rather good night.

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