Carnival
On Saturday, Seppo and I headed over the local carnival. I love carnivals, nonsensically and nostalgically. I love the noise, the lights, the rides, the terrible games, the ripoff prices, the atrocious food, the dingy atmosphere, the whole package.
Pretty much anytime I see a carnival going on, I want to go. This is how the evening broke down for us:
9:00 PM: Pay $3 per person admission fee to get in, scope out the lay of the land.
9:10 PM Buy a ride ticket bundle
9:11 PM Get on the Ferris Wheel
One second later: Grip each others hands in sincere fear and tell each other what a terrible, ironic death it would be if we died one day before our one year anniversary. Tell each other we love each other because we are both sure we will not live to say it again.
9:15 PM Get off the Ferris Wheel, glad to be alive.
Ten seconds later: Get on the Himalaya.
Ten seconds later: Start to scream and laugh that this was the worst idea ever. Involuntarily head bang to the speed metal that they’ve chosen to accompany this ride every time we hit the two fake bumps in the track. I was pretty convinced that I’d get whiplash and snap my neck off.
9:20 PM: Get off the Himalaya, ears ringing, eyes bugging, laughing hysterically.
9:35 PM: Buy more tickets after scoping around to see how many more tickets we need in addition to what we already have so that we can ride one more ride together.
9:40 PM: Get on the Gravitron.
9:45 PM: Get off the Gravitron, convinced that it is the BEST. RIDE. EVAR. and wanting to puke.
Ten seconds later: Lean against tree, stumble over to a bench and sit, trying not to hurl.
9:47 PM: Buy cotton candy while Seppo still sits, trying not to hurl.
9:50 PM: Walk around a little. Realize that we are just not going to be functional for a while.
9:55 PM: Drive back from carnival.
The rest of the night was spent trying to recover from the Gravitron, i.e. trying not to puke.
All in all, a great night. 😀
The evil Gravitron. We had a different name up in the North East for it, but I know it well from my childhood. I used to love riding that because, at the time, I had a cast-iron stomach and enjoyed watching others get sick.
I used to sit up straight, parallel to the ground, as it got up to speed. It was really hard, but I enjoyed trying.
I’m sure if I tried it now, I’d be puking all over the place. After a large meal, a bumpy cab ride is enough to make me queasy.
A_B
And congrats on the one year anniversary!
A_B
“I used to sit up straight, parallel to the ground, as it got up to speed. It was really hard, but I enjoyed trying.”
I used to do the same thing. Crazy. It’s always been called Gravitron around here.
I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Congrats!
I was just telling seppo and eingy this, but for whatever reason, I was never able to stick to the walls in those things. I’d always slide down the wall as the floor dropped out. Everyone else around me would be stuck to the walls and doing impressions of Egyptian hieroglyphics, but I would just be standing at the bottom, looking up at everyone 🙁
But why is it that as we get older, we become less able to withstand the rigors of rides like that?
LOL! I’m laughing at the name that it was called at the amusement park New Englanders went to: The Turkish Twist. So stupid.
http://www.canobie.com/rides.php
Check out the “virtual” ride, which is essentially a quicktime of being stuck on the thing.
Wow, I’m nauseous just reading about it. Balance has never been my forte, especially on things that spin. Glad you guys had fun, despite!
I used to love the Gravitron; not so sure how I’d do these days.
When Six Flags, Marine World, or whatever they’re calling it these days opens, we should SO head over at night.
omg.. happy anniversary!!
-roopa
Super fun, but the Gravitron was super-nauseating. Didn’t really help that I had, at the time, in my belly, a combination of Geta sushi and an assortment of cupcakes. Would have been the worst barf ever. Fortunately, I held it together. 😀