In for a penny in for a pound

I was going to talk about dogs, garbage cans open to them and what is a tampon and how the hell should I know, even in a house full of women, but I think the Italian-American (there's that hyphen again. See previous blog) fair, festival, whatever at the German Masonic fair grounds in Tappan is better to talk about.

It was on for four days and we picked the final afternoon, like a thousand other people. Teri drove and the line was we have no money so we are just going there to do something. It was jam packed so we parked about a quarter of a mile away. It was a nice day and it was pleasant to get out. At the gate it was three dollars to get in. There never was a fee to get in. Teri wanted to leave, then asked my opinion and I punked  out and said whatever you want. She earns the money and if she doesn't want to spend it I will not get in the way. She said to go for it. Ten minutes in and Nastia needs a bathroom. While we are looking for it she asks what are we going to do. This is where in for a penny, in for a pound figures into the equation. The expression is English. Change Pound to dollar and the meaning is we spent twelve dollars to get in, so we'll most likely buy some other stuff, meaning food. Bathroom is done and Nancy wants to get something to drink, then we get some empanadas and Elena gets a ring and Nastia wants something because Elena got something. We stayed there for a couple of hours, had a good time, spent too muck money and left.
  The Girls did get to go on a ride. It was a bronco ride. They did it twice at five dollars a pop. That was OK. It made them happy and Teri happy.
  We were walking by this stand and saw a guy  who was wearing this very tall balloon hat. He stopped the girls and told them to hold it.Then he said to wear it and they did.