Paramount Canada's Wonderland officially opened to the public on Sunday and Adam and I decided that since Eric was visiting and since Jeremy had never been on a rollercoaster (ever) we'd go get season's passes and attempt to stall the end of my youth just a little longer. So I somehow managed to get myself out of bed at 7:00 so we could go spend at least most of a full day screaming like girls on rollercoasters.
Since I drive way too fast for my own good, we had enough time to visit Nancy before she's off hanging out with people who are not me and still get to Wonderland before it opened. I was all dolled up and ready to take stupid pictures. Only there was one flaw in my plan. After walking away from my car I realized I forgot my camera in the backseat, and didn't feel like going back to get it. Every second longer would be a second when another hundred people could get into the series of lines we'd have to wait in. Looking at the lines snake around the front of the park I wished I had walked back to get my camera, just so I could show everyone.
With hideously awkward season pass picture taken, we walked off to conquer Wonderland. After all, the park had just opened and no one was inside. It was ours for the taking! We started small. Adam is a child and needed to go on Thunder Run because Thunder Run is awesome and so much fun and oh please god could we just go on Thunder Run once? So we did. Jeremy needed to start somewhere and Thunder Run was perfect.
Until we started going and he started screaming. Then he didn't stop screaming until we stopped at the end. After a second to recover there was a happy yelp and a stream of "oh god that was awesome but so scary but I loved it and let's go on a real one now" that came out so fast it was like someone was fast forwarding and old Disney VHS.
We continued this process, moving from ride to ride without any real lines, letting Jeremy get on, scream until his throat hurt and then jump up and down until we could start again. Everything was great, until we got into the line for Top Gun. Top Gun's line, which counted as a real line, was an hour long and had us surrounded by the TRASHIEST people in existence. It was either horrible groups of Growing Up Gotti with dirty teen 'stache or the most stereotypical white trash you can think of. By the time we got off the ride I was happy to run off to see the "School of Rock: Live in Concert" show that they were playing.
School of Rock just happened to star Erica, my favourite person from Cawthra, who belted her heart out for a tiny bit before doing the funniest choreographed dance routine I have ever seen in my life. At one point she did something that was so funny, it can only be describe as "Erica in a move."
The only thing that would have made the trip better would be having had my camera to take pictures of all the people we made fun of. Oh well, there's always a next time. Now that I have my pass again, you can expect a next time too.
i love my shirt. i've worn it to bed every single night since you gave it to me. my dad thinks it's obscene. my mom thinks its funny. i love it either way.
Nancy, I love you.