Happy Christmas week, everyone! Raise your hands if you're excited for Jesus' birthday! Woop!!
The Viper Pilot's aunt, uncle and cousins came to San Antonio to visit for a weekend. It was such a fun weekend and a great way to start my Christmas break!
It began with a {not so} fun trip to Six Flags Fiesta Texas. Let me start by letting you in on a little secret about yours truly. I HATE amusement parks. I know 'hate' is a very strong word and I mean it when I say it. I don't get the "thrill" that people get on a roller coaster. Anything that spins, count me out. I don't like rides. I prefer to be the holder of items while my family and friends ride the rides and I am perfectly content sitting on the sidelines people watching. Well, we watched a couple shows, I rode on some low-key rides including the ferris wheel, and thought I was going to make it through without being forced into doing something I didn't want to.
A few years ago, the Viper Pilot made me go to Adventureland with him and forced me to ride every ride there. I really didn't enjoy it, in fact I was miserable, but he told me those were pathetic excuses for rides and didn't count so I really didn't know what I was missing out on.
Then, it happened. The Viper Pilot paid Jack and Hannah to guilt trip me into riding the Goliath in the last 10 minutes before the park closed. I refused and they went and rode it. Phew. Then they came back and pleaded...begged, actually...me to ride it. I felt so bad and finally caved in. It looked to be about a 45 second ride. How bad can it really be?
I was wrong. It was really, really,
really bad. I actually lost my voice from screaming bloody murder the entire time. Everyone found it rather entertaining. Why anyone would want to strap into a death chair, climb 10 stories before literally flying up and over a heart-pounding vertical loop, feel the sensation of weightlessness as you race through a zero-gravity heartline spin and fly head-over-heels through FIVE inversions, including seven-story loops and two corkscrews at speeds of 50 mph with nothing beneath your feet but Earth and sky is beyond me. Unless, of course, you were in an F-16 because that would actually be cool. I'd do that. But this was purposeless and I did not enjoy it for one nanosecond (that's 1x10^-9 seconds). And yes, I do understand that this makes me a not-fun person. I'm okay with that.
There are pictures of this traumatizing event taken by Uncle Mike and the Viper Pilot has kindly volunteered to do a guest post about it. Stay tuned.
[I am so asking for trouble by agreeing to let him do that...I know.]
But, much to my relief, the weekend got better. We all got to be fighter pilots for a day. The Viper Pilot took us to the squadron and we got to play around with some of the toys.
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| I really want one of these for our front yard. |
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| Jack |
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| Hannah |
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| I managed to "eject" myself from the cockpit. |
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| The Viper Pilot's locker. |
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| Jack |
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| He was standing so perfectly aligned under this sign, I had to snap a pic. |
Stay tuned for a post about our night on the Riverwalk and, of course, the guest post. :)
Cheers!