Deliver Me From Six Flags
Who wants to spend over a hundred dollars for six hours of ho-humish-ness on their day off?
Who wants to be hot, sweaty and stinky, surrounded by 2000 other people who are all hot, sweaty and stinky?
Who wants to push a stroller around for an hour trying to get your child to nap while regressive teenagers hurl footballs and obscenities through the air as you stroll by?
Who wants to pay $20 for a quart of water?
Who wants to wait in line for an hour in the rain to go on a raft ride (in the rain) that lasts one minute?
Who wants to walk a mile to get out of the park, only to stand in torrential rains with thunder and lightning, while people scream as if they were under attack by aliens?
What's that? YOU do? Well Six Flags is the place for you my friend!!
Now, it wasn't all bad. We got to have a great visit with our family and my nephews and the kids all had a great time regardless. Well, except for the standing in the pouring rain bit. But you know these things always seem like a good idea at the time. And they do have a lot of kiddie rides, but if it weren't for the fact our youngest children are particularly tall for their ages, (the minimal height requirement for any ride is 36") they wouldn't have been able to ride anything at all. I think a discount should also be in order for parents of small children who aren't going to be able to go on anything all day anyway, because they spend the day trying to get their own kids off and on rides. Okay, that's not entirely true. I got to go on the "Crazy School Bus" ride with the kids, who thought it was great. I thought I was going to hurl and frankly I'm surprised I didn't.
My favorite part of the day was watching kids "sweep up" in the Paul Bunyan lumber yard. It's like this tree house with ladders, slides and bridges and there's all this sawdust everywhere and brooms so the kids can sweep it up. And they do!! I was shocked when I saw David pick one up and go to work. You mean all I have to do is stop doing housework until the dust is an inch thick and the kids will just clean it up? Sweet!
But it was a nice way to wrap up summer. After we dried off the kids and strapped them into the minivan, we relaxed, had some snacks, and were even able to laugh about the day during the ride back to the house. Oh, and I got to sit next to two four year old boys who found more than a dozen ways to use the word "poop" in a sentence.
Good times. Good times.
Who wants to be hot, sweaty and stinky, surrounded by 2000 other people who are all hot, sweaty and stinky?
Who wants to push a stroller around for an hour trying to get your child to nap while regressive teenagers hurl footballs and obscenities through the air as you stroll by?
Who wants to pay $20 for a quart of water?
Who wants to wait in line for an hour in the rain to go on a raft ride (in the rain) that lasts one minute?
Who wants to walk a mile to get out of the park, only to stand in torrential rains with thunder and lightning, while people scream as if they were under attack by aliens?
What's that? YOU do? Well Six Flags is the place for you my friend!!
Now, it wasn't all bad. We got to have a great visit with our family and my nephews and the kids all had a great time regardless. Well, except for the standing in the pouring rain bit. But you know these things always seem like a good idea at the time. And they do have a lot of kiddie rides, but if it weren't for the fact our youngest children are particularly tall for their ages, (the minimal height requirement for any ride is 36") they wouldn't have been able to ride anything at all. I think a discount should also be in order for parents of small children who aren't going to be able to go on anything all day anyway, because they spend the day trying to get their own kids off and on rides. Okay, that's not entirely true. I got to go on the "Crazy School Bus" ride with the kids, who thought it was great. I thought I was going to hurl and frankly I'm surprised I didn't.
My favorite part of the day was watching kids "sweep up" in the Paul Bunyan lumber yard. It's like this tree house with ladders, slides and bridges and there's all this sawdust everywhere and brooms so the kids can sweep it up. And they do!! I was shocked when I saw David pick one up and go to work. You mean all I have to do is stop doing housework until the dust is an inch thick and the kids will just clean it up? Sweet!
But it was a nice way to wrap up summer. After we dried off the kids and strapped them into the minivan, we relaxed, had some snacks, and were even able to laugh about the day during the ride back to the house. Oh, and I got to sit next to two four year old boys who found more than a dozen ways to use the word "poop" in a sentence.
Good times. Good times.
posted by Kristen @ 8:41 PM
4 Comments:
At 6:58 AM,
Flea said…
Haven't heard of Six Flags, but it sounds like fun anyway.
At 8:46 AM,
Anonymous said…
I. Hate. Six. Flags.
Seriously. I'd rather go to Knott's Berry Farm and watch Snoopy look listless.
I live right near Six Flags Marnie World. Which means they have a whale. And two dolphins that jump over the whale for tricks.
Other than that it's the overpriced, sticky, crowded experience you described.
At 8:07 PM,
Kristen said…
Six Flags would be kind of fun if you could go on more than one ride during a five hour visit. Now they offer a "speed pass" that costs $25, in addition to the regular adult admission rate, which allows you to jump ahead of all the poor saps who only paid $50 for their tickets. We grew up next to a small, but great amusement park which you could easily do almost every ride in less than three hours and the lines were short so you could get on again and again and it really was thrilling. I guess places like that didn't have the same business savvy (or savageness) that places like Six Flags do, so they had to close their doors. I still have the memories, though!
At 10:47 AM,
Anonymous said…
I always wonder about those "speed passes." When I first heard about them, I thought "what happens if EVERYONE gets one? Wouldn't that kind of defeat the purpose?"
We didn't deal with huge parks much when I was growing up; instead we had our yearly trip to Mountain Park in Holyoke; those are great memories!
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