These shoes suck!

This morning we had two options. I wanted to go see "Wanted", because there are few joys in life as awesome as an Angelina Jolie summer flick. David wanted to go to Six Flags and ride some roller coasters and make further use of our season passes. I decided he had a good point, so we did that. I've been working night shifts, so I usually go to bed about 10am, but I figured I could "stay up late" and get in a few hours at the park first.

So we get there, and the first ride we come to is closed. Whatever. We walk over to the next, and the car is stuck on the first uphill section and they are starting to unload the people stuck on the track and walk them down. Hmmm. So we decide to skip all the mid-level stuff and just walk over to the big guns. Superman? Closed. They are running empty cars along, so apparently something just happened there too. We walk around to Batman. Someone just threw up and they are cleaning it up. OK, this is ridiculous, but how long can it take to clean up a little vomit, right? So we wait, and as people start leaving the line we are moving up faster than than we probably would have had the ride been running, since all the rides at Six Flags are pathetically managed. After about 20 minutes we get up pretty close to the front, and then we hear they are waiting for maintenance to arrive to do some test runs. Why? To make sure the seat dries first? Well we already know that maintenance is already tied up on the other rides, so we leave and go get on a water ride. The line isn't that long, but as usual it takes FOREVER because the entire staff of the park is completely incompetent. Way too much frustration for what is supposed to be a fun little outing. I mean, we have season passes so we can go back later, but what a disaster for a family wanting to spend a fun day at the park and paying through the nose for it. Disney, I will never cheat on you again!

The best part was while we were waiting in line these two butch black boys, maybe 16, start singing that internet "Shoes" song. "Shoes. Shoes. These shoes cost $300. These shoes cost $300!" It was bizarre and hysterical. Even funnier, they were careful to skip over the swear words in the song, but they were totally acting as flamboyantly gay as they could, much to the delight of the girls they were with. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why David and I are going to be able to get married. Someday. The kids just don't care.

I still want to see "Wanted". Maybe tomorrow. Next weekend more likely I guess, although that is a holiday weekend, huh? Well, it won't be long.