So last night my brother came home for the weekend. We are very close, but we haven’t seen each other much in the last six months. He only lives 120 miles away, but with logistics, jobs, and the cost of gas it has been a bit difficult to get together. I realize this is common as you grow older, but at the same time it’s a bit sad as I love my brother, he is my best friend.
Anyway, last night he came home. We had actually planned to meet last weekend at a nearby theme park to enjoy their Halloween theme, but the weather was abysmal. So after I got off work (yes! I’m employed! It’s a temp gig, but at least it’s full time with benefits. Took a 30% pay cut, but it was the only thing I could get for now! Back to our regular story…) I came home and changed, then we met up and drove to the park.
We had an absolute blast. Laughed like idiots, so hard that my face hurt and I was glad my mascara was waterproof. Note: Do not ride the Ricochet six minutes after partaking in an all you can eat southern-style buffet dinner complete with six gallons of iced tea. I love going to the park when they do these things. The lines are at most a ten minute wait, the iffy rides are closed, and you can just go ride the thrill coasters then go home. And, bonus!, it’s not 104 degrees on the tarmac! You can wear jeans and a sweatshirt and be fine!
They did go a bit overboard with the special effects. Smoke made it difficult to breathe, strobe lights were everywhere, and you couldn’t go six feet without somone in a mask coming up beside you. It was fun, we did get startled a few times just because you couldn’t see. At one point I even said to my brother that I was having a hard time telling the difference between the masked people and the guys in hoodies–and we walked through the smoke to see that someone was right next to me in the horror mask. I jumped then said “That’s what I was talking about”, and then brother cracked up saying that instead of screaming or freaking out I got all ‘woman power’ on the dude and he wasn’t sure what to do.
Okay I guess you had to be there, it was funny, I swear.
So we walked all night, rode all the rides, and even talked about how at one point we were going to have to realize that we were too old to do this kind of thing. Then we laughed and realized that, no, we were still young, and we could do this for quite awhile before it gets too much for our old bones.
I’m not changing my stance on that. I really thing we are still young and we can still do this kind of thing, but let me just say this–last night I came home and took a shower. Once I got into bed, I didn’t move. I slept like a log. And getting up today I noticed that I was moving a bit slower, moving a bit tenderly, and thinking that Aleve is something I need to pick up at the store when I go out in a bit.
Good thing that it’s a few months before the park reopens and we can go back. But rest assured, next year, you will find us there!