This is hilarious. I'm glad she got her money back. Of course you have to wonder if the first "disgruntled customer" had something to do with the disappearance of the actual DS.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
With the boy on spring break from school, we spent the day here, and I feel a bit like I might spend tomorrow here. Here's the thing: we were certainly not the oldest people shooting down the water slides but I'm thinking we were in the top ten percent. It's been 20 years since I've done this sort of thing.
Up about 75 steps for each ride, and then you either flop onto an inner tube - not a natural position for a moderately overweight 41-year-old - or, if it's a body only slide, you get yourself in the sarcophagus position and squirt through a narrow, dark, and twisty corkscrew until you are excreted at the bottom into a small pool designed to stop your momentum and inject as much water up your nose as possible. On the way down, if it's the body only, no inner tube version, your heels, ass, and head are assaulted by every curve and every seam in the chute. It's luge without a sled.
Then when you try to exit at the bottom with dignity, everyone laughs at you.
I didn't realize it until I got home, but I'm sore as hell.
In spite of all that, we had a great time. I probably shot through the chutes-of-death 20 times. If it were closer to home I would love to go more often. LBB and TB would, too.
Now, what to do for the rest of spring break? Tomorrow looks rainy, so maybe just a Rock Band marathon. Then Wednesday it's back to work for me, so I can recover then.