Six Flags (illustrated)
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kjpepperNote - I took about 110 pictures. Maybe 80 of which were really good. I include maybe 30 here.
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gossamer_gull and birkwelch will be getting complete sets of prints. :)
Six flags was a day in the park, ha ha. Despite falling into a mood of my own (perhapsgossamer_gull's testicular angst was minorly contagious?) I did have a good time with the gals and birkwelch.
You can't start the day without breakfast, so first stop was the Holyoke Denny's... I think that was my first time ever going there when the sun was above the horizon, that was really really trippy. The staff is different, the menus are different and I swear the prices are higher. And instead of accidentally leaving things off of the tab, we got charged for a coffee none of us ordered. Ah well. :)
Off to the park, amidst rather inappropriately merry conversation about someone recently dying on the Superman. We parked midway between birkwelch's bra size and gossamer_gull's, went to the gate, forked over our tickets, and thus our day began.
First stop was the Skyway, operated by these cuuuuuute boys with strikingly pretty eyes. the one on the start end had these blue pools of yumminess, the one on the other end was this brown skinned Latino kid with sea green eyes that I had to compliment him on. Should have taken pics of both of them. Damn.
It seems like a trip to Six Flags usually begins with the Cyclone. Except, as is the norm with at least one roller coaster per trip, the damn thing seemed to be broken midway through line so even though there was only fifteen minutes worth of line, we were standing in it for well over an hour. So we did silly shit for most of it - played with some of the items out of birkwelch's bag of toys (the Koosh ball was especially popular - (Quicktime movie of g.g. playing with it) ) took funny pics of everyone's eyes, and eventually I started up the odd rock-paper-scissors game I'd invented with sundart one day last months where the loser has to tell the winner some fact about them they didn't previously know. sundart and I usually have trouble with this game as we know pretty much everything about each other, so much chanting of "2 AM! 2 AM!" ensued because I didn't know what she and birkwelch had been up to all week at night, heh heh. Was fun though, learned some trivia about g.g. and birkwelch, got to tell some stories to fresh ears, and once we finally did get on the damn cyclone it was... bracing, I think, was the term that kept coming up. Unfortunately no good pics resulted from that one, so I didn't end up buying one like usual, though I did make a note that sundart made the EXACT same face in the pictures as she did in the previous two we'd gotten!
Stopped for cold things afterwards. Friday was bakingly hot, as opposed to Saturday being depressingly cold (fuckin' New England weather). And I'll mention at this juncture that the park was packed with seriously annoying school groups full of young britney clones that think that they lose more weight by screaming harder on roller coasters. Ugh. I did want to throttle several of them during the course of the day, and their sheer loudness actually drove g.g. out of line for the Houdini later on. Teenagers. Thank heavens I was never quite that irritating when I was that age. Ew. At least I hope I wasn't.
We had a quick stop at the plastic shark, and a slightly longer stop at a shop dedicated to cute hats.
Next was the houdini, which g.g. sat out of due to screaming spritzheads. It was only my second time on it, and it was just as messed up and disorienting as the first time. I always have a little trouble determining which direction gravity is going after that one. sundart and birkwelch headed for the Tomahawk afterwards, and I joined g.g. in sitting out that one, as the tomahawk actually does make me somewhat ill anyway and right after the houdini would have been a seriously bad move. It was at this point that g.g. informed me of the existence of Samurai Jack shirts at the other end of the park, and so, after the token cute couple returned from their stomach twisting experience, we wandered down to the shops and browsed a bit. They did indeed have cute SamJack shirts, though not in my size... *sigh* but it gave me an excuse to go to the cartoon network web site later that evening, where I found something better than shirts - the first season of SamJack is out on DVD. Boo-yeah. Also found these neat sparkly temporary tattoo pens which I didn't buy, but also got online info for. Must play with...
g.g. and I decided to forgo our tradition of getting on the Scream, going to the top, apologizing for any sins committed against each other since the last time, and then screaming our heads off, but we did hit the swings ride. It's officially called the Wave Swinger, and was quite relaxing, though also plagued with annoying teenagers that insisted on being idiots on it. The operator had to keep yelling at them. g.g. got to ride by herself the first time, since the operator wasn't keeping count and so she got a seat and the rest of us had to wait, but I got some fun pics of her riding.
Off to the other end of the park, where they hide the actual roller coasters. The entire DC comic part of the park was pretty dismal, as all that's over there is the Superman, which hulked silently over everything. Kinda sad really, it's always fun watching the batches of victims - er, riders go by at warp speed, hair streaming out behind them. But ours was not to dwell on such things as for once, the Mind Eraser was operational when we got there, as opposed to being test run and then open a couple of hours later. Now that's a fun coaster. A bit unsettling, as it's one of the dangly coasters where there isn't anything under your feet but air, and the support posts hurtle by you in such a way that you feel like if you don't yank your feet up they're going to get bashed against them. Nothing less than the total experience. :) g.g. and I took the first run, birkwelch and sundart took the second.
Onwards to the Colussus. I.e., biiiiiiiiiig fucking ferris wheel. 150 feet up according to the signs. The four of us crammed into a gondola and snapped pics right and left of the view. Probably the only place in the park where you can get that view (and it is gorgeous) without being at the top of the Scream or one of the roller coasters - somehow it's just not as picturesque when you know you're going to be hurtling back down at insane speeds. but at the top of the wheel it was really nice. You can actually see the river from there and everything.
And then, the Batman. Not my favorite coaster - it's a little bit too short to warrent the wait, though the water mister was quite welcome and looking at the big comic character standees was fun. Though we did notice that it listed Batgirl as being 5'11" and 125 pounds, though the picture had her packed with thick cut muscle and the usual stereotypical rack. Lively discussion ensued about how if she actually looked like that she'd have to be at LEAST fifty pounds heavier. Muscle weighs quite a bit, and a 5'11" 125 lbs chick would be borderline anorexic. The Batman actually does four people in a row, so all four of us got into one row (I think it might even have been the back row) and got a really good pic of us screaming.
We were hot, cranky and hungry when we got off of that though, so we wound up back over by the Wave Swinger to get food. Get this, they actually have a spot in that park that serves a really good chicken Caesar salad. I actually had one - I usually avoid salad like the plague, but I couldn't deal with anything heated. And it was tasty. :) And then there was skeeball, or iceball as they call it. Lots and lots of iceball. (and yet another quicktime.) Maybe ten bucks worth. g.g. won enough tickets to get me the lone purple plush keychain ghost thing, and I got six rainbow abacus keychains, one for me, the rest will be going in various packages. :) I forget precisely whatsundart got for herself, but I do know there were several plastic snakes involved...
We were all winding down so we decided to call it a day at this point. But you can't leave Six Flags without riding the carousel, it's sacriligious. So we did. :) We were on some rather gangrenous green zombie horsies, but they went as fast as the rest of them and didn't smell, so we didn't object. I got a pic of g.g. sitting on one of the cool stationary animals - they look neat, but they aren't any fun to ride since they don't go up and down.
Coming out of the carousel, I spotted three security guards in a huddle, gossiping. "Hmm, they look like they need something to do," I said to my compadres before skipping up to them. Before I'd even opened my mouth, one of them (I looked, his name was Reggie) said "Sure, I'll take your picture..."
And he did.
Headed home, for the most part in better spirits, except for a little bit where I got g.g. somewhat lost on the way home (sorry about that...), though as I listened to g.g.'s chicks Mix tape, or rather, her,birkwelch and sundart sing along to almost every single song on it (most of which I didn't know the words to) I got all wistful and nostalgic. Except when Indigo Girls' "Galileo" came on. Four out or four weary parkgoers agree... ;) Note to self, need to listen to the Indigo Girls more and practice the alto chick's parts more. Shame to waste the harmonies during sing-alongs.
And that was our day!
gossamer_gull and birkwelch will be getting complete sets of prints. :)
Six flags was a day in the park, ha ha. Despite falling into a mood of my own (perhaps
gossamer_gull's testicular angst was minorly contagious?) I did have a good time with the gals and birkwelch.
You can't start the day without breakfast, so first stop was the Holyoke Denny's... I think that was my first time ever going there when the sun was above the horizon, that was really really trippy. The staff is different, the menus are different and I swear the prices are higher. And instead of accidentally leaving things off of the tab, we got charged for a coffee none of us ordered. Ah well. :)
Off to the park, amidst rather inappropriately merry conversation about someone recently dying on the Superman. We parked midway between birkwelch's bra size and gossamer_gull's, went to the gate, forked over our tickets, and thus our day began.
First stop was the Skyway, operated by these cuuuuuute boys with strikingly pretty eyes. the one on the start end had these blue pools of yumminess, the one on the other end was this brown skinned Latino kid with sea green eyes that I had to compliment him on. Should have taken pics of both of them. Damn.
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| New England Skyway | Kiddie Park | Really cool pic of the Flashback | Our destination - the Cyclone |
It seems like a trip to Six Flags usually begins with the Cyclone. Except, as is the norm with at least one roller coaster per trip, the damn thing seemed to be broken midway through line so even though there was only fifteen minutes worth of line, we were standing in it for well over an hour. So we did silly shit for most of it - played with some of the items out of birkwelch's bag of toys (the Koosh ball was especially popular - (Quicktime movie of g.g. playing with it) ) took funny pics of everyone's eyes, and eventually I started up the odd rock-paper-scissors game I'd invented with sundart one day last months where the loser has to tell the winner some fact about them they didn't previously know. sundart and I usually have trouble with this game as we know pretty much everything about each other, so much chanting of "2 AM! 2 AM!" ensued because I didn't know what she and birkwelch had been up to all week at night, heh heh. Was fun though, learned some trivia about g.g. and birkwelch, got to tell some stories to fresh ears, and once we finally did get on the damn cyclone it was... bracing, I think, was the term that kept coming up. Unfortunately no good pics resulted from that one, so I didn't end up buying one like usual, though I did make a note that sundart made the EXACT same face in the pictures as she did in the previous two we'd gotten!
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| Guess the eyeballs! | |||
Stopped for cold things afterwards. Friday was bakingly hot, as opposed to Saturday being depressingly cold (fuckin' New England weather). And I'll mention at this juncture that the park was packed with seriously annoying school groups full of young britney clones that think that they lose more weight by screaming harder on roller coasters. Ugh. I did want to throttle several of them during the course of the day, and their sheer loudness actually drove g.g. out of line for the Houdini later on. Teenagers. Thank heavens I was never quite that irritating when I was that age. Ew. At least I hope I wasn't.
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| seriously chlorinated fountain | why the photographer stays BEHIND the camera | Sundart |
We had a quick stop at the plastic shark, and a slightly longer stop at a shop dedicated to cute hats.
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| Hmm... what's in here? | Sharkbite, the opera | bewitching |
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| pretty princess... | prettier princess... | homie goes to sea. yarrr. |
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| um... not that the hat doesn't look cute on g.g., but why?? | does he turn into a frog? | Yarrr, who be this bonny lass in the fine hat? |
Next was the houdini, which g.g. sat out of due to screaming spritzheads. It was only my second time on it, and it was just as messed up and disorienting as the first time. I always have a little trouble determining which direction gravity is going after that one. sundart and birkwelch headed for the Tomahawk afterwards, and I joined g.g. in sitting out that one, as the tomahawk actually does make me somewhat ill anyway and right after the houdini would have been a seriously bad move. It was at this point that g.g. informed me of the existence of Samurai Jack shirts at the other end of the park, and so, after the token cute couple returned from their stomach twisting experience, we wandered down to the shops and browsed a bit. They did indeed have cute SamJack shirts, though not in my size... *sigh* but it gave me an excuse to go to the cartoon network web site later that evening, where I found something better than shirts - the first season of SamJack is out on DVD. Boo-yeah. Also found these neat sparkly temporary tattoo pens which I didn't buy, but also got online info for. Must play with...
g.g. and I decided to forgo our tradition of getting on the Scream, going to the top, apologizing for any sins committed against each other since the last time, and then screaming our heads off, but we did hit the swings ride. It's officially called the Wave Swinger, and was quite relaxing, though also plagued with annoying teenagers that insisted on being idiots on it. The operator had to keep yelling at them. g.g. got to ride by herself the first time, since the operator wasn't keeping count and so she got a seat and the rest of us had to wait, but I got some fun pics of her riding.
Off to the other end of the park, where they hide the actual roller coasters. The entire DC comic part of the park was pretty dismal, as all that's over there is the Superman, which hulked silently over everything. Kinda sad really, it's always fun watching the batches of victims - er, riders go by at warp speed, hair streaming out behind them. But ours was not to dwell on such things as for once, the Mind Eraser was operational when we got there, as opposed to being test run and then open a couple of hours later. Now that's a fun coaster. A bit unsettling, as it's one of the dangly coasters where there isn't anything under your feet but air, and the support posts hurtle by you in such a way that you feel like if you don't yank your feet up they're going to get bashed against them. Nothing less than the total experience. :) g.g. and I took the first run, birkwelch and sundart took the second.
Onwards to the Colussus. I.e., biiiiiiiiiig fucking ferris wheel. 150 feet up according to the signs. The four of us crammed into a gondola and snapped pics right and left of the view. Probably the only place in the park where you can get that view (and it is gorgeous) without being at the top of the Scream or one of the roller coasters - somehow it's just not as picturesque when you know you're going to be hurtling back down at insane speeds. but at the top of the wheel it was really nice. You can actually see the river from there and everything.
And then, the Batman. Not my favorite coaster - it's a little bit too short to warrent the wait, though the water mister was quite welcome and looking at the big comic character standees was fun. Though we did notice that it listed Batgirl as being 5'11" and 125 pounds, though the picture had her packed with thick cut muscle and the usual stereotypical rack. Lively discussion ensued about how if she actually looked like that she'd have to be at LEAST fifty pounds heavier. Muscle weighs quite a bit, and a 5'11" 125 lbs chick would be borderline anorexic. The Batman actually does four people in a row, so all four of us got into one row (I think it might even have been the back row) and got a really good pic of us screaming.
We were hot, cranky and hungry when we got off of that though, so we wound up back over by the Wave Swinger to get food. Get this, they actually have a spot in that park that serves a really good chicken Caesar salad. I actually had one - I usually avoid salad like the plague, but I couldn't deal with anything heated. And it was tasty. :) And then there was skeeball, or iceball as they call it. Lots and lots of iceball. (and yet another quicktime.) Maybe ten bucks worth. g.g. won enough tickets to get me the lone purple plush keychain ghost thing, and I got six rainbow abacus keychains, one for me, the rest will be going in various packages. :) I forget precisely what
sundart got for herself, but I do know there were several plastic snakes involved...
We were all winding down so we decided to call it a day at this point. But you can't leave Six Flags without riding the carousel, it's sacriligious. So we did. :) We were on some rather gangrenous green zombie horsies, but they went as fast as the rest of them and didn't smell, so we didn't object. I got a pic of g.g. sitting on one of the cool stationary animals - they look neat, but they aren't any fun to ride since they don't go up and down.
Coming out of the carousel, I spotted three security guards in a huddle, gossiping. "Hmm, they look like they need something to do," I said to my compadres before skipping up to them. Before I'd even opened my mouth, one of them (I looked, his name was Reggie) said "Sure, I'll take your picture..."
And he did.
Headed home, for the most part in better spirits, except for a little bit where I got g.g. somewhat lost on the way home (sorry about that...), though as I listened to g.g.'s chicks Mix tape, or rather, her,
birkwelch and sundart sing along to almost every single song on it (most of which I didn't know the words to) I got all wistful and nostalgic. Except when Indigo Girls' "Galileo" came on. Four out or four weary parkgoers agree... ;) Note to self, need to listen to the Indigo Girls more and practice the alto chick's parts more. Shame to waste the harmonies during sing-alongs.
And that was our day!
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