Well, I have been putting off blogging about the circus, because while it was an overall success, the stress that ended up occurring, makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
The night before we were going, I asked PD if it started at 3 or 3:30. So he got out the tickets to check. WELL the tickets very clearly read 7:30 Friday Night. It was now 9:30 Friday Night. They had sent us Friday night instead of Saturday matinée.
PD just kept saying "NO NO NO."
We took turns freaking out and comforting each other. He made some phone calls, but no one was at the box office. Just to make himself feel better he started leaving messages for everyone from the guy that drives the clown car all the way up to the Secretary of State.
I finally calmed down and said, "Look the worst that can happen is we have to buy the tickets again." We looked online and there weren't really any good seats left but resigned ourselves to the worst case scenario.
Well the next day, PD still couldn't get anyone on the phone, so he drove down to the fairgrounds to see what they could do. (Insert fake smiles displayed for daughters who were talking about the circus)
It did work out that they exchanged the tickets..the seats were not as good, but it was fine.
PK1 (our animal lover) rode an elephant.
PK2 stuck to something a bit more tame.
We ate cotton candy.
The best acts were trained elephants
and a clown wedding.
The smells did not end up being too bad, or maybe I just didn't notice them because I was so glad it all worked out and we actually got to go!