I can't hang

I spent the day at Six Flags with My Honey.  We rode everything twice.  I stood in line for a max of fifteen minutes and that's cuz I wanted to be in the front for the Batman.  I had never ridden in the front of any coaster.  It was awesome!  I screamed like a girl.  a lot...  I had never heard of Mr. Freeze being a roller coaster, but I will never forget it.  I was terrified and then just when I stopped to take a breath, the damn thing went backwards at about 200 miles an hour.  I am worn out.  I feel chewed up, partially digested and spewed out.  My head hurts and my stomach still feels iffy. 

I had not been to an amusement park in about ten years.  It sucks every time I  discover a new way that I'm getting old.  I used to be able to ride coaster after coaster, eat deep-fried things, have an italian ice and get right back in line for coaster after coaster.  Those days are gone.  I had to sit down a couple of times, chew on Tums and still cut our day short. Bleah.  I'm hoping/thinking that it's like drinking and there's a tolerance I have to rebuild.  I'm banking on it cuz Chris got us season passes for next year.  One is Alex's Christmas present so keep it on the low. 

I wish I could take the day off tomorrow, but I have so much crap to do.  I was actually able to get quite a bit done last week, but not enough to justify a day off just cuz I'm tired from a good time.  Sometimes I wish my parents hadn't raised me as well as they did, but whatcha gonna do?