Monday, May 21, 2007
Anywhere that sells funnel cake is alright with me.
Part of my "Huzzah, She's Done!" celebrations lately have largely included trips to amusement parks (in addition to endless shopping, quality Tivo catch-up and not-blogging). Time off, warmer weather, a private pilot at my disposal and an insatiable appetite for coasters -- sounds like a recipe for awesomeness.
It takes very little prodding to get the Betrothed behind the yoke of an aircraft. A day trip to Williamsburg? Check. Enough jet fuel? Check.
Two awesome, if not overly chatty, copilots? Check. Seat backs up, tray tables locked and all carry on bags in an overhead compartment? Check, check.
A 3-D movie about pirates that is remarkably STILL playing at Busch Gardens? Check.
Adults elbowing children out of the way for the best horses on the Carousel? Check - *OOF* *pow* - check.
The ability to duplicate the same ridiculous pose on two separate rides? Check.
It takes very little prodding to get the Betrothed behind the yoke of an aircraft. A day trip to Williamsburg? Check. Enough jet fuel? Check.
Two awesome, if not overly chatty, copilots? Check. Seat backs up, tray tables locked and all carry on bags in an overhead compartment? Check, check.
A 3-D movie about pirates that is remarkably STILL playing at Busch Gardens? Check.
Adults elbowing children out of the way for the best horses on the Carousel? Check - *OOF* *pow* - check.
The ability to duplicate the same ridiculous pose on two separate rides? Check.
# posted by Cathy @ 12:54:00 PM 
