I know I said the Viper Pilot would be the one to write a post about my {death-defying} roller coaster ride. But he’s been pretty busy. That and he doesn’t think he’d be any good at this. I beg to differ, but whatev. We went to Six Flags Fiesta Texas with the Viper Pilot’s aunt, uncle and cousins. I am not, never have been, and never will be, a fan of these types of places.
I will say, I did enjoy the shows we saw. It was before Christmas, so there was much caroling and lots of decorations to look at.
Pictures with Scooby Doo? Not my thing.
Gravity defying rides? I’ll pass.
I would much rather people-watch. It’s fun.
But, woe is me, I was convinced (by two cute kids who had been paid by the Viper Pilot to beg me) to ride a roller coaster.
And we have picture proof.
For the record, I see this as a form of public humiliation, so you’re welcome. Enjoy.
Just as the ride was starting. |
Did you notice how the Viper Pilot is clearly enjoying himself? The good thing that came of this situation is that I have FINALLY convinced the Viper Pilot that I hate rides and he will never force me onto another one again. At least, not for a while…
Cheers!