…exclaimed the dude getting off the “Loch Ness Monster” rollercoaster in front of me. It was a strange way to describe the experience, but I definitely agreed with him. Oh ya, FYI: surprise butt sex is never a good thing.
Last weekend I went to Busch Gardens for the first time with my boyfriend. I hadn’t been to an amusement park in years, and after entering the park and riding the Loch Ness Monster, I began to think that maybe it was because I hate rollercoasters. Luckily, I quickly recovered from that shocker and thoroughly enjoyed our 10 plus hours spent at the park. I got to ride the Big Bad Wolf (after 25 years, they’re taking it down in the fall), Escape from Pompeii (note to self: on water rides, white shorts are a bad choice), and my favorite of the many rollercoasters we road on Saturday: Apollo’s Chariot. We sat at the front for all 210 feet of the first fall (and every one after that), and I felt like I was living in technicolor. The feeling of putting your hands up at 75 miles per hour a) makes you feel like a BAMF and b) is wildly liberating.
I got made fun of all day because I loved the Battering Ram so much (or the Banana, as I called it). Love me or leave me, I am definitely a little kid at heart.
The best view came at sunset on Griffon. I refuse to be the tool to call a day at an amusement park romantic, but the view from the top of the world’s tallest dive coaster sitting next to your [insert schnookums alternative here] kind of made your heart melt; before it exploded on the 200 foot drop.
The getaway was well worth the two hour drive; I can’t wait to have my disposable waterproof camera developed.