Our first ride was your classic "Tunnel of Love" style ride, but scary style. This is Todd in his sock monkey hat "costume". Please take note of the happy look on his face. I may call attention to that later in the post. The only scary thing about the ride was the ride operator who kept appearing on the back of our cart and making me scream. I don't like that.
So here's Mom and Dad coming out of the "Tunnel of Slight Annoyance". Mom's faking the scared face.
Next we rode the good old fashioned wooden roller coaster. I was psyched. I love roller coasters and have not been on one in YEARS! The first photo was in honor on Kacy's awesome roller coaster photo. The other ones are GENUINE photos from on the rails!
The entire ride, Mom was screaming "GET ME OFF!!!! GET ME OFF!!!" Not joking. Apparently, Mom doesn't like heights AT ALL. I did not know this about the woman who birthed 7 children...
So next we headed for something that did not leave the ground... a carnival classic, but Todd was out. He can't go on anything that goes in a circular motion, or he vomits.
This was a fun ride. Mom and I just tried to relax and enjoy it.
Mom was at least comforted by the appearance of this sign.
Dad was super brave and came on the Wicked ride with me. No it was a Broadway review with singing witches. It was a crazy ride that used electromagnets to propel the cars. It was crazy!
We were excited to see some other "classic" rides... like the bumper cars!
Notice Dad looking at me. He looked me in the eye and said:
Dad: "Carrie, you are about to see your mother's true nature."
*Pause*
Carrie: "Duly noted..."
Dad: "I'm just warning you..."
*Pause*
Carrie: "OK, Dad... thanks."
Luckily for us, she was stuck in gridlock the whole time.
By the time we got to the beautiful merry-go-round, everyone was feeling a little woozy (except me). It was the Tilt-a-Whirl that put the final nail in the motion sickness coffin.
Mom documented our various "rides", but Todd's is totally note worthy... it was a rainbow dragon shrimp. Lovely, but strange.
Remember Todd's happy face at the beginning? Let's compare and contrast (and keep in mind we're wet and getting cold to boot!)...
So we took a break and took in a show. You gotta love carnival shows. The costumes weren't bad, nor was the singing and dancing, it was just the very existence of the show what was deliciously campy.
All night I thought it was fun to see all the teenagers there, and a surprisingly large amount of parents with their kids (everyone else was trick-or-treating... we had the park to ourselves! No waiting!). I thought, "I'd bring my kids here..." and then I realized, I was here with my parents... I WAS the "kids". At 34, my parents are taking me to Lagoon for Halloween, the only difference between me and the 9 year-olds is that I paid for my own ticket.
And then to reinforce that thought, we went back to Mom and Dad's after and got into our warm PJ's and had hot-chocolate, tea, and popcorn while we watched a movie. I loved it. I love still being their kid. They still make me feel happy and safe.
So the invitation is open to all non-trick-or-treaters next year. We're going to Lagoon... rain or shine!
