Six Flags

School starts one week from today. Next Tuesday night, chances are quite good that I will be panicking over my two math classes and trying really really hard to figure out how to use my new graphing calculator. But school hasn’t started yet, so I’m taking it easy. Today I went to Six Flags in St. Louis, Missouri, with Amy and Rachel Folkerts, and Shari Roth. I was really nervous about driving in down town St. Louis, but all went well, and I didn’t even get lost!! We planned to leave around 6am, but we were all a little slow, and it ended up being more like 6:30. We are definitely girls; we made four stops on the way out. Amy and I were kept company with cd’s and our voices. Rachel and Shari watched movies in the back seat the whole time. This would explain the random comments that were heard from back there. The weird noises however, cannot be, no matter how hard anyone tries. (Shari makes a great muffler sound, by the way.) Our first ride was the Batman. It was great; we all screamed the whole time. Then we tried Superman-Tower of Power, or something like that. You sit on this little seat thing and you have a harness that goes over your shoulders and in between your legs. Then you are lifted 280 feet into the air, held there for what seems like an eternity, and then allowed to freefall. Pretty much the most amazing ride you can go on. I tried to scream; everyone does, but you can’t. Really. Because of the speed of the fall and the pressure on your body, you physically can’t scream. We pretty much went on every ride that was deemed worth our time before going on the Tidal Wave, and getting totally soaked. Walking around in wet jeans isn’t very comfortable, so we changed and went to the water park. There we waited in line for 45 minutes in order to have our 45 seconds of adrenaline rush as we experienced the Tornado. We were hot and tired, and I really didn’t want to have to drive in St. Louis rush hour traffic, so we left. Somehow, my three road trip companions decided that I was awake enough, so they all slept. I sang Disney songs. We only made one stop on the way home. This was were we experienced our  “chat” with the cop.
No, we didn’t get in trouble or anything. We were sitting at DQ eating supper when a cop pulls in driving a Camaro. After seeing police trucks while driving in MO, Rachel really wanted to know if cops can pick their own cop car to drive. After much prodding to do so, she finally got up the nerve to ask him. We were informed that I-55 is the largest drug dealing interstate in the country, so “drug busting cops” (as we called them) drive these cars because they look like drug cars. (If that doesn’t make sense, don’t blame me; that’s what he told us). Now you can add that to your random facts of knowledge.
So....that was my trip. If you didn’t come, you missed out.
Have a great day!