Before I insult half of my readership (that's my husband and maybe two more of you), I want to apologize. I don't mean any disrespect with what you're about to read. That said, if you're too sensitive or you're suffering from PMS this week, read on at your own risk or skip this post entirely.
I have to go to the midwest next week to introduce our son to my inlaws. I hate the midwest. I was born on a coast and I grew up on another (better) coast and I think the midwest is just this vast waste of space sandwiched between coastlines. And don't ask me, either, why the fuck we're going in August--of all months. I guess I just wanted to experience hell at full furnace.
My only saving grace is that I'm meeting one of my dearest friends who moved from LA back to the midwest (poor dear) and we're going to Cedar Point for a day. I've never been to Cedar Point but I'm crazy about amusement parks. Love 'em. Granted, I get to stand in line for three hours for each ride with fellow fudgies in 80% humidity; but isn't that just the part of the fun?
So now I'm entreating you to make this entry interactive. If you've been to Cedar Point recently, post me a comment and let me know which rides to avoid and which ones are worth the wait.
I'll be reporting from hell regularly...and will even throw in a few audio blogs for your listening pleasure.
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Uh, yeah. About the only thing I find of interest in that vast field of blah that is *The Midwest* is Chicago, city to which I'll be spending Thanksgiving this year. (Good riddance to family gatherings and faked goodtimes!) I've never actually been, but am confident my interest will be affirmed. At any rate, happy rollercoastering, and I hope you + wee one survive the in-lawery.
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