Six Flags

Today I woke up on the couch of my common room to the sound of my phone’s vibrating alarm telling me it was time to get in the shower. Needless to say I wasn’t ready to wake up let alone get out of my couch-bed so I pressed snooze for a total of 30ish minutes. Soon enough I was washed, groomed (enough), and accomplishing some of my homework while waiting for the ever wonderful Alex Torkildsen to arrive. He was driving down to the city from his home near Kennesaw State University to go with Caitlin and I to Six Flags Over Georgia. Although Alex is extremely frightened by roller coasters, I think I can safely speak for all three of us when I say we had loads of fun. We rolled up and down coasters and giggled and walked. Okay, so it is extremely hard to go to an amusement park and not consume the delectable health horrors that are gladly sold at inflated price. I was unable to resist this urge even though after my supper last night I didn’t want to eat anything—let alone a fried piece of dough covered in ice cream, whipped cream, and strawberry and chocolate syrup. In defense of my eating habits I would like to point out that Alex bought the funnel cake and shared some of it with Caitlin and me so I only ate a little bit of it. IT WAS SOOOO GOOD!

Walking around and underneath all the roller coasters, to help balance out my bad eating choices of late, made me notice and realize something about parks where the main attractions are thrill rides. It seems a large part of the fun, apart from hanging out with loved ones and feeling adrenaline rushes, is whining about how scared you are of a ride. Talking about how scary something is builds up the thrill which in turn builds up the adrenaline rush and makes the joy one feels when you finally walk off the ride alive so much greater. I love the adrenaline rush. Note, when you ride the same ride three times in one day because it is your favorite it no longer is scary and there is no longer an adrenaline rush because you’re afraid—you become accustomed to the threat and the knowledge that it is slightly meaningless.

Best Ride of the Day: the Mindbender—it was really quick but really fast and full of tight loops. (I realized today coasters with loops that are not very tall are my favorite.)

Worst Ride of the Day: the Ninja—do not be fooled by the seemingly lethal and exciting name that sounds like it should be both smooth and terrifying. Although it was terrifying, it wasn’t for the layout of the ride. Your head gets pounded between two headrests so on every turn and twist it feels like someone is boxing you in the ears.