The fact that I didn't burn with only the aid of SPF 8 sunscreen is not the only amazing thing that happened in Six Flags yesterday. I rode more roller-coasters in one day than I had ever been on before in my entire life. Given my incongruent (maybe it's the right word here) fear of heights, it was quite a feat in and of itself. A day of constant G-pulling action that was only interupted by lunch, a short nap, and emergency surgery by yours truly on Presidential hopeful John F'ing Kerry left me so tired that I could probably have slept right there at the front gate. I got better sleep on the bus ride home than I have in the entire preceeding week.
As for my refusal to even consider riding the Superman Tower of Power, I may be a chicken, but at least I didn't barf in an airplane on a relatively calm day ;) Regardless of who called who whom and/or what, it was more stupid fun than watching a dog with poor balance wearing roller skates, and certainly more exciting than an acre of snakes.
Cluck cluck,
Jeff C.
