Going to Six Flags. I really miss the Texas Giant. Nothing like that feeling of wooden planks and high gravitic force pounding your head into your spine with your eyes closed imagining your whole body flying off into the air—praying your glasses do not do the same (I will always own a pair of glasses, just for this).
Afterward, with your hair a mess, your emotions swing between fleeing in fear and the urge to ride it again. If there were no lines at Six Flags to force me to go do something else, I could see this situation becoming unhealthy fast.
I hear they are renovating it this year to make it even higher. Sigh...
Current Location: My office
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Mass Destruction - Kawamura Yumi, Lotus Juice