July 15th, 2003

amsterdam

Weekend in Review

What a weekend. It seemed to crescendo like some sort of well scripted opera. Allow me to begin pianissimo:

Friday night, we adjourned to rock_god and sirrani's house for some poker. We ended up playing a very silly but very fun game called Guts, and I ended up getting very silly on wine very unexpectedly. Saturday afternoon was hung over errand running time, and Saturday night was Jennifer's birthday extravaganza in Adams Morgan. I had fully intended to keep it in check since Sunday was going to be such a big day, but sadly, Adams Morgan got the best of me. After a small setback in the restaurant and a teensy altercation with one of the Flower Guys, we were off to Millie & Al's where we met up with g_nice, his buddy, bruthae and bobwhite. After spending way too much time at Millie & Al's, we went back down the street to Kokopooli's, an all-time fan favorite. The almost didn't let me in after the touch of trouble I had with the stairs, shaking his head and saying "you're too drunk." I looked him square in the eye and asked, "for what?" He smiled and let me in, admitting, "you got me there." We closed Kokopooli's, got some pizza and cabbed on out of there. Sure, with the day's events on Sunday starting at 10:30 in the morning I should have had been a little more concerned about getting home at 3:00. But goddammit, MTV had to be showing that Basketball version of Surf Girls all night, keeping me up until at least 4.

Sunday was forte all the way, baby. The crowd met up at my place at around 10:30, and after an hour of procrastination, McDonald's and 7-11 runs, we were on our way. I thought the park was where the rides were going to be. But as it happens when more than one car caravans to a chosen location, a race ensued. I'm sure there are still fingernail dents in the Oh Shit Handle of Greg's car, but fear for life matters little when victory is on the line; and the taste of that victory sure did wash away those moments of doubt*.

Thanks to the racing efforts, we got to King's Dominion in a decent amount of time, and walked straight on to the Drop Zone, the 272ft vertical freefall ride. For most rides such as this one, the worst part is waiting at the top for the fall to happen. In this case, the worst was going up and feeling like it was about time to stop, then realizing we were only about half the way. It was at about that same point on the way down that my mind could no longer comprehend the distance I was falling, and ala Homer, checked on out, not returning to me for at least 20 minutes. But I'm still convinced I left my understanding of my multiplication tables somewhere on that ride. We went to this ridiculous ride next that started at 0mph and shot us straight up a 90° track, over top and back down again. After those two, I insisted we do a few more "normal" rides, so we hit some of the wooden coasters. If Kings Dominion works the way it did on Sunday every day, then I'm going back. It seems that people only want to go on the new rides, so the old rides are lineless. We spent about an hour on line for the Hypersonic XLC, but were able to walk on and off the Rebel Yell twice in 10 minutes.

The combination of an egregious hangover and a burst of overstimulation left me a little uneasy for the first half of the day. I was convinced on each ride that this trip was going to be the one when the harnesses fail and I was going to go flying out. I was more scared of the rides Sunday than I ever have been at an amusement park. Then, we stopped for lunch. The giant turkey leg did me just right and I was on course for the rides for the rest of the day.

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