So, Gene was out of town over the weekend. Sometimes, when he’s gone, I don’t as much do things as I fill time. Saturday, I filled time by going to the amusement park. My plan had been to ride all of the coasters there and make it home by early afternoon. I even started off really well, riding a level 5 (out of 5) coaster within the first hour. And then I got in a line for another one and rode it – at the end, I thought “I think I could become a real snob about wooden coasters”. And then I walked off the ride and was pretty sure I was going to hurl.
WTF. Getting old sucks.
Anyway, I ended the day on a high note, on another coaster (another level 5). I screamed the entire time like I was on fire. It was amazing, the perfect ride. The cars had staggered seats, so on the way down the hills, all I could see was…nothing.
(And then I spent all day Sunday and yesterday squeaking when I talked…apparently I’d screamed enough to make myself hoarse! Perfect for a girl who spends all day on the phone, right?)