Six Flags – St. Louis

My brother-in-law wanted to act like a kid at Oceans of Fun for his birthday. I thought that was a great idea, and decided to go to Six Flags with the same agenda.

Grease + Sugar + Twirly Rides – Recovery Time Between Said Twirly Rides = I’m getting old.

Never to disappoint, my impetuous side decided that the rainiest weekend in September would be a great time for roller coasters. We headed out early Saturday morning and could barely see the road ahead of us. I waffled between being overly optimistic about a break in the clouds [“surely the clouds will fork around Six Flags, meeting back up at the other side of the park, right??”] to verging on Chevy Chase insanity. I pictured myself holding someone at gunpoint, forcing him to open the park and ride everything with us. That’s definitely worth 10-15 years. I could just picture the conversation.

Prisoner: “What’re ya in for?”
Me: “Feet-dangly roller coasters. Back off.”

Exiting Kansas City
This was taken literally after the first pic. How does he do it?
The only bad luck we did have.
And then, all of a sudden, we saw a break in the clouds and you could just barely see the sun. It was glorious. What I didn’t expect was the onslaught of humidity once we stepped out of the car 4 hours later. I wore jeans and a short sleeved shirt and R. wisely wore shorts. In line for our first ride, it became abundantly clear that I was not cut out for the Amazing Race (which is why I probably would make the show. Speaking of the Amazing Race, my mom likes to remind me that if I do ever make the show, to never mention my maiden name.) I understand her reasoning, though. I was stuck in an enclosed humid, cramped stairwell with 15 other people waiting our turn on the ride. Suddenly, everything started to go blurry, my pants felt tighter than ever, and I wAs StaRting tO LoSe mY BrEAth..AND WHY WON’T THAT LADY QUIT TALKING ABOUT HER KID’S TALENT SHOW LAST WEEKEND, I NEED OUT!

Luckily, the weather soon cooled off and ended up being a fairly nice day. The best (and worst) part was the lack of lines. This caused a problem after our 3rd ride in a row on a larger than life tilt-a-whirl.

How often do you have the choice of any seat, every time?
One of our favorite rides had to be Scooby Doo’s scary swamp. Why is it always a kid’s game that draws us in? You ride in a little boat and shoot at monsters throughout the cave. It was Bass Pro Shop on steriods (or LSD — see third pic down).

Honestly, is this how I hold a gun? Me versus a robber, who do you have your money on?

All in all, a good, long, tiring day of fun. We rode rides non-stop for six hours and then crashed and burned at the hotel. Ironically, they had a National Lampoon Vacation marathon all night which kept me entertained…and self-conscious.

More posts to come, one of which celebrates the ability to laugh at one’s self. Oh, and this guy.

4 comments on “Six Flags – St. Louis

  1. Anonymous says:


  2. Kristy says:

    LSD? Either way, LOL too. I got it the first time, and then questioned it only when I went back to read it a second time, expecting the same belly-aching laugh. It’s my own fault, really.

  3. Carolyn says:

    So, you figured out I’m a square. Dangit!

  4. Carolyn says:

    Crap! I just figured out what you meant. I thought you were referring to the type of drug. You know, like LSD versus Meth. Ha!Yeah, the ride had a very clear display. Only $999 at your local Best Buy.

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