It's Columbus Day.
Those three things do not make me a happy person. What does make me a happy person you ask? Spending time with the love of my life and his family at Cedar Point. It was HOT (near 90 degrees, hi Fall? when are you coming?), but we still managed to have fun.
We arrived late on Saturday night to Clancy's parents' house. Chatted, watched sports (gasp! even we were surprised) and basically made fun of each other. An all around good time. I am glad that I can say truthfully that I love his parents. (I know some of you aren't as lucky in that department, so for this I am definitely grateful.)
Sunday morning his older sister (who's pregnant and just found out she's having a girl! yay!) with family in tow showed up at the house. Her son Jack will be turning 2 at the end of the month and we brought his birthday present because with our Nashville trip we'll likely miss the celebration. He opened it while we were there and was so excited that he wanted to open. the. boxes. now. pleaseandthanks. We got him his very first Mr. Potato Head, what kid wouldn't love that? And two accessory packs to boot (the king and construction worker). Clancy proceeded to ask "What, they didn't have the whole Village People accessory kit available?" Haha babe. You're so funny.
Shortly after the Mr. Potato Head reveal we left for the roller coaster capitol of the world - Cedar Point. The occasion - Clancy's father's work picnic. Which means free food and ice cream, and of course we took advantage of this upon arrival. Filled up on hot dogs and fried chicken we moved on to the kiddy park. We watched Jack ride a few rides (his first trip to an amusement park!), and took a spin on the merry-go-round. Yes, even Clancy :)
We proceeded on to Camp Snoopy, rode the Paddlewheel Excursions, the train and of course a few roller coasters. Some of the favorites included:
(Mantis-top left, Corkscrew-top right, Gemini-bottom left)
The one Clancy really wanted to ride? The Top Thrill Dragster (bottom right)
I'm kind of regretting not riding that one to tell you the truth. I'm sure Clancy's reading this right now thinking to himself "Yeah, right". I am afraid of roller coasters to an extent. Ones with really high, straight drops usually. And hello? 420 feet - that's like really. high. But I regret it for the simple fact that I'm sick of chickening out. Of not taking risks. I've decided I'm going to try to throw caution to the wind more often in my life. Spice things up a bit. We'll see how that goes. So babe? We should totally make the trip next weekend and ride the damn thing! Take me before I change my mind! And let's ride there in this:
We were about to leave the park, but decided one more coaster - the Raptor, my favorite. We walked to the front of the park ready to get in line and saw the dreaded waiting sign. 45 minutes. We gave each other a look as if to say "45 minutes? Shit, there's always next year." What happened to the days of waiting 6 hours in line for one 2.5 minute ride? We're old, that's what happened.
So I'm sitting in my office right now:
-a little sunburned
-with a swollen ankle from getting off one of the rides
-but wishing we could do it all over again, right now
P.S. I love you and you look super cute in your bike shirt I bought for your birthday. Just thought I'd mention that.
Monday, October 8, 2007