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dunmurderinAmy and I went to King's Island last week and both of us managed to get hella sunburned. Or at least more sunburned than I've been in a long time. Do not feel sorry for us, it's our own damn fault for going out without sunscreen on. Believe me, not making that mistake again -- a burned scalp is the best reminder.
The suck part is that now, as of today, I am peeling. Not fun peeling either, since it's my forehead and nose that are peeling. I don't look too bad from a distance, but up close I look like I should roll my eyes up into my head and stalk around asking for braiiins (which actually sounds kind of fun).
On the plus side, I can walk in a more or less straight line again as my legs have finally forgiven me for compounding the excess walking in Chicago by walking around King's Island for six hours. And stepping on the world's biggest pebble, which was again my own damn fault for walking around in public barefoot and without glasses (we were at the water park). I'm getting some swimming shoes, ASAP.
Sunburn and bruised foot aside, King's Island was a hell of a lot of fun. I haven't been to an amusement park in years so it was neat walking around and seeing the rides and shops and people and such. The water at Boomarang Bay was amazingly crystal clear and the first waves out of the wave pool looked really freaky weird without my glasses on.
We didn't ride any rollercoasters, mainly because I'm a big ass chicken. We did almost go on what used to be the Italian Job roller coaster, but the ride closed before we got to the front of the line. Instead, we went on some of the carny rides, including the Scrambler and the Shake, Rattle nad Roll (which is like a Scrambler that lifts you into the air and spins you around). The scariest moment on that ride was not being able to get my seatbelt to buckle at first. I asked a ride attendent for help and while he couldn't help me buckle myself in (liability, y'know), he did tell me to try pulling out the seatbelt again since sometimes they stick. Luckily, that worked and I was able to go on the ride
We also went on the Viking Boats and one of the kids ahead of us in line was (I think) trying to freak us out by telling us that every 20 years or so, the ride flips in a full 360. Amy, who knows all about such things, very politely told him that yeah, there are Viking Boat rides that do flip all the way around, but that this wasn't one of them since there was no counterweight at the top. The kid was impressed. After we left the park, Amy also told me that even if the ride did flip every 20 years, we'd have had to wait another 40 years since King's Island is only 36 years old.
My favorite ride and biggest regret was the Scooby Doo Ghastly Manor ride. It's an indoor ride where you sit in a little car and shoot at ghosts with a special flashlight. Basically, you're trying to hit these little lighted sensors which make things happen on the various tableaus that you ride past. The car you're in keeps score and I managed to rack up about 1300+ points. Which meant I was the biggest ghost killin' badass in our particular car!
The ride gives you the opportunity to buy pictures of yourself on the ride. We looked at ours and I looked...I looked downright manic. I mean, "Oh, crap, she's up a tower" scary. Amy thinks we need to get me some kind of first person shooter game -- which is comforting, since she very easily could have thought we need to get me into some kind of counselling to see exactly what makes me want to lash out at electronic ghosts in such a violent manner. I thought the picture would have made a great author pic for the day I get my book finished and published, but we didn't buy them at the time and by the time we went back, the pictures were erased from the kiosk's memory.
Which just means we have to go back and I have to make the electronic ghosts my bitches once more. While wearing sunscreen.
The suck part is that now, as of today, I am peeling. Not fun peeling either, since it's my forehead and nose that are peeling. I don't look too bad from a distance, but up close I look like I should roll my eyes up into my head and stalk around asking for braiiins (which actually sounds kind of fun).
On the plus side, I can walk in a more or less straight line again as my legs have finally forgiven me for compounding the excess walking in Chicago by walking around King's Island for six hours. And stepping on the world's biggest pebble, which was again my own damn fault for walking around in public barefoot and without glasses (we were at the water park). I'm getting some swimming shoes, ASAP.
Sunburn and bruised foot aside, King's Island was a hell of a lot of fun. I haven't been to an amusement park in years so it was neat walking around and seeing the rides and shops and people and such. The water at Boomarang Bay was amazingly crystal clear and the first waves out of the wave pool looked really freaky weird without my glasses on.
We didn't ride any rollercoasters, mainly because I'm a big ass chicken. We did almost go on what used to be the Italian Job roller coaster, but the ride closed before we got to the front of the line. Instead, we went on some of the carny rides, including the Scrambler and the Shake, Rattle nad Roll (which is like a Scrambler that lifts you into the air and spins you around). The scariest moment on that ride was not being able to get my seatbelt to buckle at first. I asked a ride attendent for help and while he couldn't help me buckle myself in (liability, y'know), he did tell me to try pulling out the seatbelt again since sometimes they stick. Luckily, that worked and I was able to go on the ride
We also went on the Viking Boats and one of the kids ahead of us in line was (I think) trying to freak us out by telling us that every 20 years or so, the ride flips in a full 360. Amy, who knows all about such things, very politely told him that yeah, there are Viking Boat rides that do flip all the way around, but that this wasn't one of them since there was no counterweight at the top. The kid was impressed. After we left the park, Amy also told me that even if the ride did flip every 20 years, we'd have had to wait another 40 years since King's Island is only 36 years old.
My favorite ride and biggest regret was the Scooby Doo Ghastly Manor ride. It's an indoor ride where you sit in a little car and shoot at ghosts with a special flashlight. Basically, you're trying to hit these little lighted sensors which make things happen on the various tableaus that you ride past. The car you're in keeps score and I managed to rack up about 1300+ points. Which meant I was the biggest ghost killin' badass in our particular car!
The ride gives you the opportunity to buy pictures of yourself on the ride. We looked at ours and I looked...I looked downright manic. I mean, "Oh, crap, she's up a tower" scary. Amy thinks we need to get me some kind of first person shooter game -- which is comforting, since she very easily could have thought we need to get me into some kind of counselling to see exactly what makes me want to lash out at electronic ghosts in such a violent manner. I thought the picture would have made a great author pic for the day I get my book finished and published, but we didn't buy them at the time and by the time we went back, the pictures were erased from the kiosk's memory.
Which just means we have to go back and I have to make the electronic ghosts my bitches once more. While wearing sunscreen.
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ghost killin' badass
Date: 2008-06-05 05:29 pm (UTC)Re: ghost killin' badass
Date: 2008-06-07 08:38 pm (UTC)