Hold on to your hats! And your spare change, and your lunch...

Ooh, what a Saturday. Here's the deal: After a quick & dirty few hours at the building site, Jan Michael, Brent & I bazzowmed up the freeway to Enchanted Village. All three of us have happy memories of visiting there when we were younger, and since we're really just little kids trapped in grown-up bodies, we thought it would be a good place to spend the day. Our first stop was the Tip-Top, which is just like the teacup ride at Disneyland (and one of my very favorites), and watching the people already on the ride while we waited in line was almost as fun as the ride itself. One woman was crying by the time it ended, and there was a teenage boy who looked positively green (I'm not sure if I've ever seen someone look so ill) but managed somehow not throw-up all over his friends. And then it was our turn. Jan & I sat back while Brent spun us faster than the speed of light, and that is where the hysterical laughter began, as well as the desperate attempt at preventing whip-lash. Next was the Timber Axe, which is like a huge tomahawk. People are strapped into the axe part, and then you're whipped around and around in 360 degree circles at very fast speeds. Jan had to do some fast talking to convince me to get on this one, but his convincing & my feeble courage paid off because it was super fun. SUPER FUN. However, about half-way through the ride it began to rain in earnest (there had been a couple of sprinkles earlier) and by the time we hopped off, we were soaked to the skin. (It is not, by the way, wise to wear white pants on a day in which showers are forecasted, because the showers inevitably turn into a downpour, and then you are in trouble.) We decided to take shelter underneath a tree by the men's bathroom, but high-tailed it out of there when Brent was almost hit by a falling limb. We spent a few minutes hiding under a covered area in a ride that was out of order, but then we decided we didn't care since we looked like drowned rats anyway, so off we went to the bumper cars. Poor Jan ended up in a car that didn't work - it wouldn't go anywhere, of all the dumb things - so I, being a chivalrous wife, rescused him by ramming into his car from behind and pushing him around for the duration of the ride. After that it was several more rides, including a wooden roller coaster and a metal roller coaster with lots of upside-down loop-de-loops and a really lame ride on the Octopus, which used to be my favorite but is now at the very bottom of the heap because it was so slow. We strolled out of the park at the end of the day with hoarse voices from all the screaming, sore jaws from smiling and laughing the whole blasted afternoon, and more happy memories to add to our list. Next stop is Six Flags in California :)