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memorialrainbowI stumbled into my apartment at 1:45 in the morning. I was radiating heat from getting some nice sun -- probably burned, but not crispy except for my shoulders. The sense of vertigo keeps me going. Sleeping is going to be fun tonight, as I will be remembering everything good that happened today.
Welcome home...sorta.
This morning started way early, as I didn't get a lot of sleep -- I wanted to take advantage of everything. I parked in the front row of the parking lot and was in the park by 8:55 AM. That's, like, three in the morning for me. Since I missed both Millennium and Top Thrill Dragster yesterday, I really wanted to hit those two up today.
Oh, how I did.
I ran around and rode Millie three times in a row in forty five minutes, which has to be a new record, and then I ran over to Dragster before the queue opened. That was fifteen minutes, and then the line was short enough that I ran around and rode it again. So it's 11:45AM, and I've ridden Millie three times and Dragster twice.
I headed toward the ferris wheel and rode Wicked Twister -- I hoped Disaster Transport would be open, but it was super-busy. No rides to Alaska this trip. I headed back up north and rode Magnum and Gemini again, then waited in line for Maverick, which was awesome. When the rain started to hit, I ducked into a show, missing about 98% of it.
After the rain left, I kind of wandered about a bit aimless for a while until I decided what I was going to do with the rest of my day: ride Millennium Force (LOL) and Top Thrill Dragster. This meant a fair bit of walking, among other things, but I seriously rode those two coasters pretty much nonstop. (Take that as you may, TTR readers.) I did stop by Corkscrew first, because the same guy was there before. (If you ever go to the Point late, go to Corkscrew. His nametag says 'Devan' -- I want to file a compliment but don't know how.)
On my way to trip 4 on TTD, I ran into a girl and her brother and her fiance waiting in line behind me. The fiance was very tall; he had to check his height, but he was good. We ended up pairing off, and I rode with the girl. We got to talking and I figured out she was a Christian. How awesome! I'm really glad I ran into her, although to be quite honest, I know it wasn't me. We swapped stories of what God's been doing in our lives, and then we waited for her fiance and brother because they rode in the front row. Nikki, I will eventually tag you in this on Facebook, and I want to thank you for letting God use you today! :) And God, you never cease to surprise me.
Got dinner at Joe Cool (the old Macaronis) which was really cool; I thought it was amusing that the waitress said that 'you guys' should have a fun night (TTR readers will get the joke!). I also talked with Dylan about what I would want to do after I die. I forget how the conversation came up, but I'd like for myself to somehow find my way back to the Point. You know, scatter my ashes over Lake Erie or something. It's moderately soon to be thinking about it -- God controls my future, not me -- but if I died tomorrow, I would want to be dressed in my Cedar Point outfit -- the original one, the one I always draw myself in. The more I think about it, though, the idea of my body sitting and rotting for ages and ages just disturbs me. I'd like to be at the Point. If Top Thrill is still running, I'd wish for my ashes to be scattered over the Point from that 420-foot vantage point, although I'm pretty sure the State of Ohio prohibits that. But that way I could be with everybody who ever stepped foot onto the Point, in the air, in the sea, in every roller coaster there. I know my spirit will not be there, but I can remain there and my dream can stay alive until Jesus returns.
(On that note, when I get to heaven...I remember thinking about this in FIRRA, shortly after the summer of 2005. When asked what God would tell me when I got to heaven, I thought something along the lines of "Ready for the ride?" If God makes my portion of heaven to look exactly like the Dragster midway, I can continue to worship and praise Him for the loop of eternity. (I feel a wonderfulness in my heart when I think of that...oh, servants and watchers BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH))
So, all in all, I rode Top Thrill Dragster seven times and Millennium Force six. It was a lot of fun to be at the Point again. I probably won't get a chance to go back this summer, so I'm glad I went...and I'm even glad I went alone. But the fun thing about the Point and me is that it never leaves. It comes with me, wherever I go.
Welcome home...sorta.
This morning started way early, as I didn't get a lot of sleep -- I wanted to take advantage of everything. I parked in the front row of the parking lot and was in the park by 8:55 AM. That's, like, three in the morning for me. Since I missed both Millennium and Top Thrill Dragster yesterday, I really wanted to hit those two up today.
Oh, how I did.
I ran around and rode Millie three times in a row in forty five minutes, which has to be a new record, and then I ran over to Dragster before the queue opened. That was fifteen minutes, and then the line was short enough that I ran around and rode it again. So it's 11:45AM, and I've ridden Millie three times and Dragster twice.
I headed toward the ferris wheel and rode Wicked Twister -- I hoped Disaster Transport would be open, but it was super-busy. No rides to Alaska this trip. I headed back up north and rode Magnum and Gemini again, then waited in line for Maverick, which was awesome. When the rain started to hit, I ducked into a show, missing about 98% of it.
After the rain left, I kind of wandered about a bit aimless for a while until I decided what I was going to do with the rest of my day: ride Millennium Force (LOL) and Top Thrill Dragster. This meant a fair bit of walking, among other things, but I seriously rode those two coasters pretty much nonstop. (Take that as you may, TTR readers.) I did stop by Corkscrew first, because the same guy was there before. (If you ever go to the Point late, go to Corkscrew. His nametag says 'Devan' -- I want to file a compliment but don't know how.)
On my way to trip 4 on TTD, I ran into a girl and her brother and her fiance waiting in line behind me. The fiance was very tall; he had to check his height, but he was good. We ended up pairing off, and I rode with the girl. We got to talking and I figured out she was a Christian. How awesome! I'm really glad I ran into her, although to be quite honest, I know it wasn't me. We swapped stories of what God's been doing in our lives, and then we waited for her fiance and brother because they rode in the front row. Nikki, I will eventually tag you in this on Facebook, and I want to thank you for letting God use you today! :) And God, you never cease to surprise me.
Got dinner at Joe Cool (the old Macaronis) which was really cool; I thought it was amusing that the waitress said that 'you guys' should have a fun night (TTR readers will get the joke!). I also talked with Dylan about what I would want to do after I die. I forget how the conversation came up, but I'd like for myself to somehow find my way back to the Point. You know, scatter my ashes over Lake Erie or something. It's moderately soon to be thinking about it -- God controls my future, not me -- but if I died tomorrow, I would want to be dressed in my Cedar Point outfit -- the original one, the one I always draw myself in. The more I think about it, though, the idea of my body sitting and rotting for ages and ages just disturbs me. I'd like to be at the Point. If Top Thrill is still running, I'd wish for my ashes to be scattered over the Point from that 420-foot vantage point, although I'm pretty sure the State of Ohio prohibits that. But that way I could be with everybody who ever stepped foot onto the Point, in the air, in the sea, in every roller coaster there. I know my spirit will not be there, but I can remain there and my dream can stay alive until Jesus returns.
(On that note, when I get to heaven...I remember thinking about this in FIRRA, shortly after the summer of 2005. When asked what God would tell me when I got to heaven, I thought something along the lines of "Ready for the ride?" If God makes my portion of heaven to look exactly like the Dragster midway, I can continue to worship and praise Him for the loop of eternity. (I feel a wonderfulness in my heart when I think of that...oh, servants and watchers BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH))
So, all in all, I rode Top Thrill Dragster seven times and Millennium Force six. It was a lot of fun to be at the Point again. I probably won't get a chance to go back this summer, so I'm glad I went...and I'm even glad I went alone. But the fun thing about the Point and me is that it never leaves. It comes with me, wherever I go.
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Date: 2011-06-17 02:24 pm (UTC)I have a fear about burial and cremation, but I think I'd rather be cremated. Most people in paternal family were also cremated (part of their religion).
I can see God asking you that, lol.
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Date: 2011-06-19 06:17 am (UTC)Perhaps you could get a compliment into them through here: http://www.cedarpoint.com/public/news/general/contact.cfm
Or, do you still have the email of the PR guy you met on your broadcast trip?
Why do you think we don't get to ride any one coaster that many times when you and I are at a park?