Roller Coaster Junkie

Well, just a few days ago, I visited Six Signs amusement park for the first time in my life. Well, actually, it is the only roller coaster oriented park that I have ever been to. I think that you can probably guess from my life description of “geek” that I am somewhat xenophobic, or possessed of an irrational fear of large groups of people that I do not know. I also happen to be rather fearful of heights. I tooled around with my friends for a while, and then split off to eat lunch. By that time, I had worked up my nerve enough to board the lime and purple monstrosity that is the park’s most memorable landmark. Well, before I knew it, I was riding every coaster in the park, yelling like an utter fool. Oddly enough, I never once felt the least bit inclined to hork up the rather copious lunch that I had eaten but a small time before.

Before long, the group loosened up and began to split off in twos. I found myself hanging around with my good friend Jenga. I soon discovered that it rather disconcerts the other guests, however, when I actually ride the rides WITH my good friend Jenga. Picture a row of seats that accommodates up to four. Now picture my good friend Jenga and I sitting in the edge seats, where the view is the best, with two unwary passengers sitting between. Now imagine the whole contraption hurtling along at great speed, looping loops and dropping and twisting and…well, you get the idea. Now, plaster bizarre smiles all over our faces in the midst of the other passenger’s deafening screams. Now picture the two of us laughing our heads off and giggling VERY creepily.

So, the moral of this story is: Fear of strangers, fear of heights, plus roller coasters, equals brand-new roller coaster junkie. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.