I Feel the Need . . .

I want, nay, NEED a trip to Cedar Point. Anyone with me? I feel the need . . . the need for speed! (Top Gun, freshman year in college. Good times.) Terrified of heights, I still love roller coasters. The higher and faster the better. My fear enhances the experience, I guess. Cedar Point is Mecca for coaster fans. I really need a Cedar Point trip. I haven't been for a year and I'm jonesing for a fix (I thought it was 2 years, but husband reminded me when I mentioned it that we went last June with our church's senior high youth). If you think about, a roller coaster ride is a lot like sex. You start getting excited waiting in line. The anticipation builds to a fever pitch, click-click-click, as the coaster climbs the first hill. There's that moment as the first car goes over the edge where time stands still, then - woo hoo!! We're off! Oh, yeah, baby. And then, it's over all too quickly.
When we go, we go child-free. No little people inhibiting our need to ride the biggest, tallest, fastest coasters in the world. If we're taking kids, we just go to Michigan's Adventure, only an hour or so from home. Yeah, they've got 6 coasters, but not like Cedar Point. Coaster purists love MA for it's wooden coasters, but, to be honest, I tend to hurt my neck or back on those things. Too jarring. Guess I'm getting old. (What was that? Did you say "Getting??" and laugh your ass off? Shut up.) MA does have a water park included in the admission, however. The kids love that. It just always seems that we pick a day to go when it's too cool to really enjoy the water park. Or it's super warm and everybody and their brother had the same idea.

If you won't go to Cedar Point with me, will you watch my kids?