Feeling Old

Yesterday was the first official day where I felt old. And I don't mean doing something stupid and hurting myself, like trying to dig a twenty foot long trench with a shovel in an afternoon (true story). Nope, I mean the old that comes from doing something that I felt completely comfortable and able to do previously in my life.

Curt, Bullock, and I met up in Greensburg and drove down to the Reds ballpark. We stuck around for the game (Reds won, and we had great seats on row 2 of the upper deck right behind home plate; thanks Steph! You's the best!), and then decided to do a little twilight session at King's Island. OK, time for a flashback. Do-de-do, do-de-d0-do-de-do (hands waving)

Several years back, the same band of criminals left Chicago at 6 in the morning, drove to Detroit, watched a Tigers day game, drove to Cedar Point for the twilight special, rode umpteen roller coasters, closed the park down, ate a midnight meal at Denny's, drove to Cleveland, and checked in at a downtown hotel for an Indians day game the following day. By the way, after THAT game, we drove all the way back to Chicago for a White Sox game.

Back to present day. King's Island roller coaster riding from 5:00-10:00? No problem! Wrong. Maybe it's me, but the rides seemed a heck of a lot rougher than before. I wonder if I didn't separate my shoulder on the Beast. Oh, and the former Tomb Raider-vomit ride? That sucked. Even on the new flying coaster (which I loved), the photo capture shows Curt clinging tightly to the restraints in terror. He even admitted that he's never going on that one again, and this is from a self-proclaimed roller coaster expert. We were all three beaten and broken.

But that's not all! It seemed as though we were definitely on the older side of the patrons there. Lots of kids with lots of flimsy outfits or piercings arguing or playing or making out. In one ride line, we spent 30 minutes forced to watch two kids do things that normally you'd pay per the minute for. It was as nauseating as the spinny ride we were waiting for.

We stopped at Steak and Shake afterwards and sat there feeling absolutely geriatric. Our conversation? School and nutritional values of the meals we're eating. I'm surprised that one of us didn't take the time to explain the benefits of using Poly-grip. It was sad.

So now I'm back at home. Griffin thankfully let me sleep in until almost 9:30. I was thinking of getting the doors on the shed. I'm not so sure now. I'm actually hoping for rain.