I remember going to the Gwinnett County Fair back in high school. It seemed like the lamest thing ever, but it was an excuse for me and my friends to eat funnel cake (you guys know how I feel about funnel cake) and smoke cigarettes without getting caught by our parents – who would have rather set themselves on fire, then go to the fair with a bunch of high school kids wearing scowls and Nirvana t-shirts. But that was before this fair got all kinds of major. I’m talking about pageants, animal shows, clowns, music – the works. I won’t lie, there will probably still be some teenagers there, but the fair’s so amazing now, they probably won’t be scowling. Much.