Sarah's friend Stephen (who runs a rad, indy label in London) was there with us. After we were done fucking around with the games, we decided to all go in on a book of tickets and experience the thrill of near-death that can only come from ghetto "it took me and the other guy over there that only has one arm 22 minutes to assemble this from off the truck you see over there" carny rides!
No one you know love a ghetto carnival more than me. If you need to buy tickets to ride the rides, I'm in heaven. Look at her...glowing like a jewel in the Texas twilight.
Sarah was letting me stay in her room, I figured the least I could do in return would be win her a big stuffed panda or something. But to no avail. Shortly after she snapped this pic of my valiant attempt, I went down like a bag o' bricks. Damn you, you misleading (yet surprisingly nimble) Carny man!