Great America

Because my precious room mate worked for Great America theme park, she got some free tickets. We spent the day there, riding the rides and walking around. I 'ew-ed' every time I saw a fake spider, and there were hundreds, let me assure you. Poor Veronica. There were creepy clowns and ghosts and lots of spiders and spider webs. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Flight Deck was my favorite ride. It kinda reminded me of the Batman at Magic Mountain because you hang under the track instead of sitting on top of it. My second favorite was the Drop Zone, which is the one where they hoist you way, way up and than let you drop. I had to ride that one alone because Veronica would not go with me. Both times I rode this one I questioned my sanity when I was about half way up the pole thing. The view from the top was breath taking... or maybe that was the anticipation. They did that thing where they let you sit there for a few seconds, just waiting for the release and the plummet down toward the ground. The anticipation is almost as scary as the fall itself. You're so high up and you know that your stomach is about to rise up into your throat and there's nothing to stop your fall except this machine that you're just praying is going to work right. Both times I rode this I wondered to myself, 'Why do I like this ride? Do I like this ride? What is possessing me to want to be scared to death?' And then the fall, the scream, the nearly nauseous feeling of weightlessness, and the unbelievable flood of relief when you finally feel the seat slowing down and you know that you've survived to wonder why in the world you rode that darn ride.

Veronica ended up feeling sick. Motion sickness, apparently. Hehehe. I was able to ride all the spinny, circly rides without getting sick, though I did get a head ache on a ride called the Demon. My head kept banging against the thinly padded harness and the strain from trying to keep my head still didn't help, but that was the only thing that kept the day from being totally pain free.

While I was in the bathroom I found a bruise on my knee. It's kinda big and already yellowing, and I have absolutely NO idea how it got there. What have I banged my knee into within the last week?? I don't remember! You'd think that a bruise that big would have been caused by something pretty painful, and that I'd remember getting hurt like that...but no. It's a mystery.

Since the tape deck in my car has been malfunctioning and the way home was mostly mountainy and middle of nowhere-y, we didn't have any music or radio, so I sang. The whole 2 and a half hours. Luckily for Veronica, she passed out half an hour into the drive and didn't wake up until we were almost home. I made a concerted effort to only sing english songs. At first it was great, piece of cake, no problem. By the time we got close to Merced I had been reduced to singing bits and snippets of songs that I didn't really know, but knew a line or two, or was embarrassed to know. I'm proud to say I did NOT have to resort to Christmas songs, Yay! But still. You know you're getting desperate when you're singing, 'la la la, duh duh duh, something...' for about fifteen minutes straight in what you think MIGHT be the right tune to a song you kinda remember from that one time at the one place that you did with that one person? Yeah. ~Laughs~

And that was my day. I'll post pictures when I feel like it. ~Smiles~ Hold your breath!