I’m not going to lie. I’m not a huge fan of theme parks. I used to love them as a kid, but now they just seem crowded, dirty and full of screaming kids. I know, GET OFF MY LAWN!! I am such a spoiled sport now that I am old. But, give me a marathon with people puking and crawling and porta potties overflowing with god knows what and I am ALL OVER IT!
I do, however, want to give the world to my children so I take them to these places…sometimes. Like once a year if they are lucky. We are have started a rite of passage where we go to Water World on Labor Day, the last day it is open for the year. The kids look forward to the 46 water rides for about a year. I dread it for about 24 hours. I mentally prepare for a day of hot pavement, tattoo sightings, bad pizza and carrying 40 pound plastic tubes uphill to get to the start of the ride. Seriously, they need a chairlift just for the tubes. Or, I need to be rich enough to rent a tube that people carry up FOR YOU. Tube valet, baby!!!
The day was actually quite fun. We had a group of friends and the temperature was perfect at about 85 degrees. Emma looked cute. No you can’t have her, she’s mine:
I am only showing you this GROSS picture below because I don’t know what in the hell I am doing with my stomach. I guess I was sucking it in or something, but I ended up looking like I am deformed or have some deep horizontal scar. Want some BBQ sauce with those ribs?
Sam getting ready to hit the rides with his posse. Boy needs to get outside more. He should do what we used to do and slather himself with baby oil and Crisco and get a good burn so that he has a base for the summer. Damn 50 SPF sunscreen!:
Okay, this pic is better. Look, no scar, no sucking.
The worst tattoo I saw belonged to a woman who had two kissing dolphins tattooed in a circle around her belly button. She did not have a belly button one would want to draw attention to. In fact, I don’t think any of us need attract attention to any hole on our bodies.
By FAR the best part of the day was when my friend was eating a pretzel that took on a very familiar shape and she didn’t even know it:
What did you do for Labor Day? Eat any pretzels?
Tattoos: love or hate? Have any? Of what and where? Have you ever regretted it? I’ve actually thought about getting one, but I can’t think of a symbol/design/word that I like enough to permanently put on my body. Maybe it will dawn on me one of these days.
Theme parks: love or hate?