Neil and Roberto went to ride roller coasters today. Many thanks to Roberto for getting me out of having to go to an amusement park. Really, its been a fear ever since 1975ish when Van Woodard threw up on me after riding The Great American Scream Machine for like the sixth time in a row, in the rain. There was also the great goat attacking incident of 1972 and my father on the Sky Car thing at Six Flags. Really, if I were inclined to do so, I could keep a therapist on call for the amusement park thing. OR, just not go!
SO! I rewarded the hard riding duo with snacks and Strawberry Margaritas! and a nice dinner.
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