This Ride is Not Suitable For...

...pregnant women, those with heart and back diseases, those who experience motion sickness, or those under four feet tall. I am not pregnant, I don't have heart or back diseases, as far as I know, and I am certainly taller than four feet. Motion sickness... even the words make me nauseous. Roller coasters are fine, and any ride that involves getting soaked to the bone is definitely in the "In" category, but I swear I would lose my stomach on another spinny ride. After a local carnival where you lay down on your stomach and are spun in the air as though you're dizzy SuperMan, I vowed to never step onto another rotating ride for as long as I lived. So today, before we even reached the park, I made it loud and clear that I would not be accompanying neither Megan nor Shannon on any ride of such nature. They were fine with that, and I was fine with hanging out with Megan's mom while they boarded the Ultimate Frisbee. (Megan's mom is SUPER cool! And she and her daughter schemed together so I paid as little money as possible. So I WILL do something uber-fun and expensive with Megan in return. But since I'm the reigning queen of the anti-socialites, that may be more difficult than it sounds.) AHHHH NEW SONG THAT I CAN'T TYPE DURING BECAUSE IT'S SO CATCHY!!! THIS WILL RESUME IN APPROX. TWO MINUTES.

I LIKE YOU A LOT LOT, ALL WE WANT IS HOT, HOT!
BOYS BOYS BOYS!
WE LIKE BOYS IN CA-ARS!
BOYS BOYS BOYS!
BUY US DRINKS IN BA-ARS!
BOYS BOYS BOYS!
WE LOVE THEM, WE LOVE THEM!

CAN NO LONGER TYPE THE LYRICS...... MUST..... DANCE!
Mama mia, that was invigorating.
I have to listen to it again.

*Excuse Sarah's spaciness. This doesn't happen all that often.*

What was I saying? I totally forget. Will I have to scroll up again? Ughhhhhhhh. Oh yeah. Megan. Canobie. Right. Ummm. On the way there, I demonstrated my superior rapping skills by singing along with B.O.B. and Hayley Williams, but mostly B.O.B. Megan and I came to a disagreement when Monsieur Rapper says

"And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back"

Megan thought he said

"And when you starin' at that phone in your lap,
And you hopin' but them people never call you black"

And I went "Whoa. Megan. Racist much?" But she had honestly thought that's what he said, so I forgave her. I hope you do too. Anyways, I won't describe every single ride we went on, and every single line we waited in, and every single bloodcurdling scream Megan released. (There were a lot of those.) On the Yankee Cannonball, Shannon sat next to Megan, and she tried to have a conversation with her, but Megan screamed every time Shannon tried to say anything. There was the hour long wait for the Boston Tea Party, but it was well worth it. We saw lots of people we knew, such as people from the dance studio Shannon and I attend, our friend Keely from school, the son (or is it nephew) of the man who owns the local farm where you can pick your own produce, along with Flubber Dude, from our bus. I was the one who volunteered to sit with strangers every time, because I don't mind. I stood in line for the Corkscrew in the aisle NEXT TO Flubber Dude and Produce Boy, and when I said "Hi. I'm going to stand right here", to them, they didn't acknowledge me. :-( But when a girl about my age got in line behind me, and we were assigned to ride together, we had this whole conversation about the scariness/awesomeness of this ride, which went something like this:
Sarah (S)- Is this your first time on this ride?
Random Girl (R)- Yeah. I was here about three years ago, but I was too short.
In Sarah's Head (ISH)- Yeah. She's kind of short.
S- Well, it's SO worth it. But brace your head really well, because mine rattles between the bars (motions to the bars that strap you in) and I lose some brain cells.
R- Are you a screamer?
S- It depends on how sick to my stomach I'm feeling. But SHE (points to Megan, who is in the aisle next to them) will scare the bejeebies out of you.
ISH- Did I just say bejeebies?
S- (talking to Megan and Shannon) See how I can have an awesome conversation with a complete stranger, and these guys (crazy motions to Produce Boy and Flubber Dude) who we kind of know ignore me?
*Everyone smiles, except Produce Boy and Flubber Dude.*
R- Could you put my glasses in the compartment over there? I don't want to climb over you.
ISH- She is SO polite! I like this girl!
S- Of course! (Sarah puts heart shaped glasses in the compartment as far away from used gum as possible.)
Ride begins
S- Let's do this thing!
Megan (M)- For Jason Derulo!
S- NO! Are you ever going to let that go???
Ride ends
S- Yup. Definitely killed some brain cells (Rubs head and now-sore ears) I don't know if it was Megan's screaming or those stupid bars.
Random Girl smiles
We exit the vehicle

I'll finish this later if I feel like it. But I think that's enough for now, and I think someone else wants to use the computer.
TTYL!
Sarah

I can feel the pulse in my feet. And I'm not even touching them! There's bruises on them from where the straps of my flip flops rubbed against them all day. And you can't really tell, but in that picture, Megan's in the top right corner, and Shannon is in the bottom left. Their faces don't really look like that.