Cinco "day" Mayo

Nope, its not a typo. I am simply illustrating the phonetic way the holiday is pronounced here in Nashville. Despite our large Mexican population, someone decided that the radio commercials for the Cinco "day" Mayo fair be done by someone clearly born and raised in these parts. Oh, and quite a festival it was.

First we arrived an hour after it was to have opened only to find that we were one of the whopping two families in attendance. None of the rides were running, none of the food was cooking, and the only thing available was the option to pay to have Hailey throw darts at a wall of balloons with the promise that she would win a prize. Really? Does she look like darts are a good idea? And why did they not tell us that nothing was running when they charged us our admission fee? All good questions, for which I have no answers. After being there for about an hour, visiting both petting zoos (by which I mean tortured bored animals- mostly goats- in tiny pens begging for your attention) things were plugged in and we could ride. And ride we did, the we being Jona and Hailey. I tried the carousel once and thought I was going to throw up.

Putting her on the helicopter ride with her daddy made me nervous until I realized it only went about 2 miles per hour for a total of about 2 minutes. Living life to the fullest, living it on the edge...that's our motto.

The main attraction of the fair was the monkey on dog-back race. Yes, the monkeys rode little monkey sized saddles on the backs of two unsuspecting dogs. Neither the monkeys nor the dogs seemed to be enjoying themselves, and neither really ran. Instead they slowly sauntered around the circle two times and then back into their air conditioned trailers. Divas.

All in all, Cinco "day" Mayo was quite a thrill. But we walked enough and sweat enough that Hailey still took an awesome 3 hour nap, and no one was killed by a stray dart. And really that's all that matters in the end.