I have never been a fan of standing in line. I don't think anyone ever has. But imagine this: Disney World-length lines at a small water park built on a mountain. On a hot day. On a hot and sunny day, where all the rides are spread out over a mile of mountain. They were great rides, don't get me wrong, but for some rides, there was nearly an hour wait. For others, there was over an hour. As fun as all the rides were, standing around on hot cement for an hour isn't fun.
Beyond that, there was this one ride that I went on three times, which is a lot for this park. You put on a helmet and sit in a tube. Once in the tube, you go down a little slide and end up in a basin with ropes along the edges to pull yourself to the next slide. This pattern continues for about ten basins. It was a lot of fun, but minor whiplash was imminent.
I could go on to explain the other rides, but they weren't really worth it.
That night, we went to a local joint called Moe's. They're famous for their giant bowls of spaghetti with meat on top. Everyone else in the family got some sort of wimpy meal, but Alan and I got the Spaghetti A La Moe's. It was an enormous bowl, and I saved the family honor by finishing it.
If you didn't know, I'm a minor glutton and it just doesn't feel right when I leave food on my plate at a restaurant; it destroys the family honor. So I protect it and finish, no matter how full I am. I power through.
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