Sunday, July 20, 2003
at 8:07 PMDirty Looks
I returned approximately two hours ago from visiting Six Flags St. Louis with my cousin, Krista and her lover-boy, Dan. "Six Flags St. Louis" is a hideous misnomer, though- the park is in Eureka, Missouri, which is definitely not St. Louis, Missouri. I have been to both places, and I know the difference.
We soiled many rides with our sweaty bodies and imbibed (I love my Latin vocabulary) many fluids, which sloshed around in my stomach the entire afternoon. We spent about an hour floating at Hurricane Harbor. I suspect the water's reflections contributed to the burns I sustained to my face, back, and chest. I now resemble a giant, killer tomato (which explains why I avoided the caricaturist like the plague).
Krista invited me to do the whole thing over again next Sunday. She and Dan both purchased season passes the last time they went (Wednesday); they have coupons that allow one friend to come for free. I am that friend. They love me.
Upon my arrival home, I alphabetized Chris and Pam's videotape and DVD movie collections. They left with The Cabbage to visit Chris' parents and have not yet returned from this excursion. Here I sit... all alone; no one to play with me...
Tomorrow's adventure: Pam and I will journey to my bank, where I shall withdraw the funds necessary to pay off this semester's college tuition. I look forward to buying school supplies. I actually get excited.
I don't get excited.
