And then I got too old for rollercoasters

I thought I would never be too old for rollercoasters.

Friday proved me wrong.

At lunch in the faculty room, I bragged to the other teachers, "I never get tired of roller coasters!  I could seriously ride them all day."

"Oh, not me.  I used to, but now I get so sick!"
"Yah, me too!  My days of riding every rollercoaster in the park are long over." The other teachers chimed in.

Sissies.  I thought.  A bunch of freaking sissies that work at this school with me.

You see, Hubs and I had plans Friday night to go to Frightmares at Lagoon that night.  (Which is what Hubs was talking about when he compared me to a lagoon frightmare in this post).  We go every fall.  It's tradition!  And when you've only been married a year and a half and you have very few traditions, you sure hold fast to the ones you do have!  This is our third year going... Our first time we went we were only dating.  Ah, geez, ain't that sweet?!?

I drove straight for school to the in-laws house- they live close to Lagoon, you see.  Hubs had rehearsal so he would be meeting up with us in an hour or so, but in the meantime, I was ready to hit the park with the bro and sis in law.  None of this waiting around for Hubs crapola.  There was only so much time in the day and we had to get moving!

We got there when the park opened and hit the biggest roller coasters first, naturally.  When a guy in line told me he had a buy one get one free coupon for admission to the park and asked if I like to use it with him I thought for sure it was a good omen.  This day at Lagoon was going to rule all over days at Lagoon.  Don't count your chickens before they hatch, my friends.

There was hardly a soul in sight so bro in law, sis in law and I hopped right on the first roller coaster.  And then hopped on it again.  And again.  Then we switched roller coasters.  No lines.  And thus it went for the first hour.  By the time Hubs showed his face at the park we had ridden ten roller coasters in the record time of under an hour and I wasn't feeling so hot.  Not so hot to trot.  Still, Hubs had sat in traffic and busted his butt to get up here so I insisted on slapping on a smiling face and not letting on that I wasn't exactly digging the amusement park any more.

Can you tell that I ain't feeling too hot?  I'm definitely looking a little on the pale and sickly side.

Please compare the two above pictures.  The first one is Frightmares 2010- just dating.  The second one is Frightmares 2012- going on close to two years of matrimony.  Please notice that I am wearing the same jacket/hoodie in both pictures because I am just THAT awesome.  And another reason why I could never be a fashion blogger.

Also, please ignore the dumb face that Paul is making.

I DEFINITELY skipped on this ride.  This family is nuts- I couldn't keep up with their roller coasting antics.

The highlight of the night came when Hubs hit the jackpot on a ball toss and won this giant monkey.  Two minutes later, his brother hit it.  We were all jumping up and down screaming with excitement.  Admit it, there isn't anything much cuter in this world than these two full grown men, monkeys on their shoulders, stoked out of their minds at the prize they just won.

Mom and Dad in law became the designated babysitters for the rest of the night because the carnies wouldn't let us take the monkeys on the rollercoasters with us.  RUDE!  Unfortunately for Hubs, I didn't have many more rollercoasters left in me.  As much as I tried to not complain about it, I think my constantly putting my head between my legs, frequent begging to sit down at every possible bench, and ever present staring at my watch lead him on to what I was feeling.  He picked up on it and said we could quit the amusement park early.  Poor Bon Bon just wasn't up for the 20 roller coaster rides.

When we got home I laid in the bed for an hour waiting for my nauseousness to go away.  It did go away, and the next morning I could eat again, but for a couple of hours there I was positively miserable.

And that is how I officially became too old for amusement parks.

I guess now it's time to have a kid and live my roller coaster experiences vicariously through him/her/it?