I’m on a quest. A quest to do things by myself. You may recall when I was in Las Vegas for work last month, I had to go to dinner by myself and may or may not have been petrified. I really want to branch out of my comfort zone, do things that are normally crazy uncomfortable for me. For some reason I just hate going places by myself. This might be a totally normal feeling, but I’d love to be someone that isn’t held back from doing something just because no one wants to go with me. And I want to have fun doing it!
This time, it was the Del Mar Fair. Oh, I’m sorry. I mean the San Diego Fair (they changed the name a number of years ago, I just can’t give in to it). The theme this year was The Fab Fair. Did you know I have an obsession with The Beatles? Yeah well, now you know. I love going to the fair anyway, but going to a Beatles themed fair?! Be still my heart.
I work across the freeway from the fairgrounds, so I wanted to go in the middle of the week. That’s one reason why I wanted to go alone. It’s so easy to drive there after work, beat all the traffic and parking hazards. Another reason I wanted to go alone: I have a habit of not really caring what I do. If everyone else with me wants to do something, I’m fine with it, even if I don’t necessarily want to do that. Sometimes that’s great, it’s called “being nice” or “a good friend” or something. But I do it to a fault at times. It’s easy for me to lose my opinion when I’m constantly doing what other people want to do. I want to find that opinion again, and make the choice to voice it or not. I’ll always be the person who is happy to do what others want, that’s just who I am, and I like that trait about myself. But I also want to be the one to add my own suggestion in the mix, too. So this was an exercise in doing what I want to do. What did I want to do?
First I wanted to head into the main theme exhibit. They had Beatles music playing (duh), never before seen in California photography exhibit, a life-size Abbey Road backdrop for pictures, and different large boards with details on specific albums. They even had a makeshift Cavern Club, complete with a stage and brick walls, and they had the movie Let It Be playing on the stage. When I walked up to it they were playing Two of Us. Someone recently told me that the music you’re obsessed with when you’re around 13 years old has more impact on you than any other time of your life. Is that true with you?
Next stop: happy hour! I didn’t actually find happy hour yet though, and made my way through the garden exhibits to a lovely eatery that had artichoke sandwiches. A friend of mine told me they were very good (and non-fried) so I had to put the happy hour on hold for food. Probably a good idea.
My official review: YUM (good thing I’m not a restaurant reviewer, I’m not very clever at it)
I made my way through the shopping buildings. I always like to go through those. But let’s face it…it’s the same crap every year! Or not-crap, if you’re offended I just called it crap. I’ve seen it every single year for the past twenty years, it’s possible I should wait a few years, then go back to see if there’s anything new. Once those buildings ended, it dumped me out into the rides and games area. Exciting!
I took photo booth pictures by myself, because I love them. And most people don’t like to go with me. Or they have to be dragged in the tiny booth and pretend to like it, but let’s face it…that just shows up in the pictures. While I was waiting the 3 minutes for my strip to develop, I fought the unfounded feeling of people looking at me thinking, “how pathetic, she took photo booth pictures by herself” or “what a stuck up chick, she took photo booth pictures by herself”. Turns out no one cares what I’m doing. Especially not at the fair! I proudly stuck my photo strip up on my fridge when I got home. Take that, invisible people that aren’t even thinking about me!
Next on my agenda was to grab a drink, listen to some chick with a southern country accent who was born & raised in San Diego (hu?!) play guitar and sing, fight the urge to get strawberry shortcake so I didn’t have a stomach ache the whole way home, ride the skyway ride and call some guy Schmidt who was in one going the opposite direction, tried real hard not to drop my phone off the skyway whilst taking way too many selfies that you’ll never see (thank superman), then visit some animals before leaving the fairgrounds.
I think that goat wanted me to take him home.
I feel like I should have some life-changing conclusion for you after this little experiment of mine. I don’t have any revelations or anything. But I do know that I felt much more comfortable by myself there than I normally would have. I had no problem just strolling along, taking my time at things I wanted to look at, or ignoring other things completely. Is the fair fun with your friends? Absolutely! Probably more fun than by yourself. But I still had a really good time.
Next on my do-things-by-myself experiment…movies and dinner (again). I’ll let you know how that goes.