I didn’t post yesterday because I was still exhausted from the waterpark.
We got there far later than I wanted, and the lines were long. Still, it was a lot of fun, and a great way to spend a birthday.
I even made myself go on the really terrifying ones.
The ones where you spend the whole time in line wondering how you ever thought it was a good idea.
The ones where the only reason you don’t turn tail and run is because a line has formed behind you and you don’t want to look like a wimp in front of the 8-year-old kids that have gone on it a zillion times.
The ones where you catch air. Serious, serious air. To the point that you’re grateful to even be sliding vertically up a wall — because at least the damned tube is touching solid ground. Or wall. Point is, you’re not flying.
I even made it out with only the barest hint of a sunburn. That’s impressive if you’ve met me or seen pictures because I’m pale. As in, rather than choose “Caucasian” on surveys, I think I should be able to choose “Whitey McWhiterson.”
So, despite doggedly applying waterproof sunscreen every two hours, I generally get a moderate burn. Not so bad that clothes can’t touch it, but not comfortable.
So the barest dab of pink was a birthday miracle!
I will say that I’ve officially lived in Arizona too long. The final clue was that I was delighted to find out it was going to “only” be 96. I thought it made the whole thing far more feasible.
Of course, the stupid forecasters got the stupid forecast wrong and it was somewhere around 103 or 104.
So I’m not sure if the dizziness and slight nausea was from heatstroke or just the accumulation of the equilibrium-devastating rides we experienced.
Either way, some Powerade and light food — thank you, Wendy’s, for your 99-cent baked potato! — got me back in fighting form.
All in all, a very successful birthday!