Today is our annual company picnic at Six Flags Great America. It's an event that people at work really look forward to; and a fun family day altogether.However, it's going to be 90 degrees out today, and sunny. I know, I know - there's a lot of you out there that wait for and love summer scorchers. I just can't get behind that.
First, I'm white - and I just don't mean that I'm not black or Asian or Hispanic - I mean I'm so white that I'm practically see-through. I have inherited my father's blindingly white Irish skin, which burns to a crisp at the mere thought of going into the sun for a day. The best I can hope for is freckles. My father has so many freckles that they have all blended together and he actually looks tan.
Secondly, I hate to be sweaty. 90 degrees and humid guarantees sweat. And I'm going to be in large crowds all day and they'll be sweating. I guarantee I will be thrust into a melange of body odors that will make my eyes water. Good times.
Third, they don't sell beer at the park. 'Nuff said.
Last, I'm afraid of roller coasters. This wasn't always the case. I LOVED them as a kid. Even into my early 20's. I don't know what happened between 21 and 38, but I became terrified of coasters. The last time I went to Great America, I couldn't wait to get on The Eagle. We waiting in line for about 40 minutes and then got on. The coaster started up the first (and biggest) incline and immediately I knew this was a huge mistake. But there was nothing I could do. Up, up, up we went - as my stomach climbed higher and higher into my throat. Then we reached the top, where the coaster stalls for just a second so you can get a really good look at how high you are........and then plummets. I seriously thought I was going to go into cardiac arrest. I buried my face into my husband's shoulder and waited to die. Really.
So, I'm off to the amusement park today. I don't think I'm going to be very amused. I feel sorry for my mom and my sister. When I'm hot and sweaty, I can be a royal bitch. I know, it's hard to imagine, isn't it?
Wish me luck.
Oh man... I feel for you sistah. I'm right there with you on the "hot and humid" thing. I hate it... hate being sweaty... hate when other are sweaty. So gross.
ReplyDeleteThe coaster fear is because you haven't been going on them continuously. The term "use it or lose it" applies. You can get you love of coasters back...but you need to start slow. Try water slides first...then work you way back up.