More Flags, More Phobias!

Hello Blog. Hello reader. (Reader is singular not to constitute any sense of connection or personal attachment between you and this writing, but because you are most likely the only one to have read it.) Yes, I know. I am making a second post. I didn't even think I had it in me. But since I do, I might as well dispose my adventures to you (singular). :]

I went to Six Flags yesterday. Smack dab in the middle of Spring Break... Not exactly the most ideal time to go, especially if you're actually expecting any sort of entertainment beyond the accumulative five minutes of total time actively riding the rides. During the eight hours of my being in the park, I was able to ride five rides. That's roughly an hour and a half of waiting in line, per ride. I can't be too complaintive, however, because I can now say that I've ridden on every roller coaster in the theme park. A statistic I'm fairly proud of. Even Mr. Freeze, which, during every one of my visits, has never been operational due to its notorious habit of breaking down. Well, when the opportunity presented itself to me, I was reluctantly willing to look past the ride's precarious track record. And it was definitely worth the two hours of stop-and-go foot-shuffling as well as my mind numbingly wary disposition.

While the anxiousness of waiting in line for Mr. Freeze may have had some detrimental effect on my sanity, nothing can ever compare to the other side effect of those one and a half hour lines. Something which is causing me to cringe as I am recollecting it even now... That something is Six Flags TV, with the same self-promoting commercials replaying themselves over and over and over again as if somehow they expected us to see the ten minute loop only once in our seven hours and fifty five minutes of waiting. The image of the old, pedophile-glasses-wearing tuxedo-clad bald man with attention deficit-hyperactivity disorder has permanently stained my mind with his over exaggerated head movements and his maniacal grin. Forever will his galling voice echo in my consciousness... "Six Flag! More Flags! More fun!" ...I doubt I will ever be able to 'sleep' again, in the fullest sense of the word.

All in all the trip was a successful one, despite the mild trauma experienced along the way. It gave me a chance to hang out with my friends, and harden my toleration of creepy, prepubescent old men.