This past Saturday David, the family, and myself went to Hershey Park. I’ve not been there in ages, probably six or so years, so it was kind of exciting in that weird “ooh, what has changed” sort of way.
I really like roller coasters, sort of one of those realizations that comes when least expected. I suppose I’ve been without that sort of g-force thrill for so long I’d totally forgotten how exiting and fun it can actually be. It turns out though that my dear boyfriend doesn’t particularly share that same level of excitement. He avoids, passionately, coasters made of metal and especially those with inversions — my favorite kinds, btw.
When we first arrived we spent a little time with the children’s rides so that my niece could get a little excitement. She’s just so tiny, being merely a year old, it’s pretty much impossible for her to ride anything just yet.
After that short period of time we came upon the “super duper looper” …a ride I’d always been so very fearful of, well… when it was the only coaster in the park that went upside down. It’s horribly lame now though, lol — well, not exactly, I’m still too terrified to scream on that initial drop. When we were deciding just who was going to ride that one is also when I learned of David’s coasterphobia.
I did manage to get him onto both the Wildcat and the Lightning Racer, which btw is a sham, lightning ALWAYS wins, poor thunder. I have come to learn that just those two wooden coasters should be viewed as quite the achivement. I have though decided to make it my life’s (roller coaster relating to him) work to get him onto the Great Bear, my goodness that thing is fun!
I believe we really hit the height of domesticity in regards to stepfordfagdom. It was later on in the day, we went to the zoo with my mother and niece, so it was the woman sort of wandering around off ahead of us, with the two of us pushing the baby occupying perambulator and showing the niece the little and big animals.
If that wasn’t enough, when the entire family was in line for the ferris wheel, we were immediately behind another group of people with a little boy. Of course, I was holding the baby, right next to the boyfriend, so it was clearly obvious to anyone looking that she was ours (haha), it was very amusing, particularly was that baby boy was trying the baby version of hitting on Mady. She would have none of that of course. ;)
Round out the day with my oh-so-romantic comment while the two of us were riding the skyview, about how we’re held up by just a little steel wire, and that if it would break we’d plummet to our deaths… it was a lovely day, repleat with funnel cakes, rootbeer floats, and iced chai beverages.
