Going Back III- More Firsts

Okay, so reallllllly quick because this was so far back I have almost lost interest:

We went to Six Flags!!! 14 of us all together! What fun we had. Well, fun in a manner of speaking. It was my first encounter with roller coasters and not really a case of love at first sight.

I went on some wooden thing called the Thunderbolt. It wasn't very big but it was pretty much the scariest thing I have done in a LONG TIME. It jerked around and shook and lifted off the tracks and seemed on the verge of sailing into the wild blue yonder around every corner. I nearly cried when I got off. Really.

But being a masochist I tried another. I also decided I was either going to follow everybody else around all day watching them have fun, or I was going to keep on trying. Maybe continued exposure would make me inured to the terror?

I tried Flashback next. It had the advantage of being all metal and not prone to scary creakings and groanings and gnashing of teeth. I hated that one too. In fact, I don't think I had my eyes open for more than a split second.

After that we tried a water ride or two, relaxed, ate food, etc. The fun thing was that we actually managed to stay together for most of the time. 14 can be an unwieldy number but everybody was relaxed and had similar interests.

Third time is the charm, right? So I decided to try the second biggest ride in the park- Batman. I think I might adopt him as my new favorite superhero or something. I loved it! Sitting in the seat before the ride started I came very close to climbing out the other side. But I procrastinated and then it was tooooo late. :-)
I rode Batman twice. The first time I had my eyes closed most of the time- in the pictures they took I looked pretty funny- all scrunched up with my eyes screwed shut and a death grip on the bars. The second time I had my eyes open most of the time and smiled at the camera!

I think I might actually like rollercosters.

But not Superman. Kimberly and I stood on the deck, waving soggy hankerchiefs at our departing troops as they ascended the slope of Superman. We even prayed. And one sight of Davy stepping onto dry land shaking like he'd drunk three cases of Red Bull was enough to convince me that shunning Superman was the best decision of my life.


So that was all good. Then I went to Georgia with Andrea the next day. We bounced from traffic jam to traffic jam all down the east coast, eating yummy food, reading out loud, and taking boring and random footage of the journey on her sister's video camera.

2nd first.... wait, this deserves a new blog with a title all its own.