Only two hours from Ann Arbor to Cedar Point?
I haven’t been to a major amusement park in years. (1991) My husband went in September of 1998 with a friend of his who wanted to go to Cedar Point. We had a 5 month old and I certainly was not going to go to a park with a baby to pay that money to not go on the rides. Our friend is single and still in his college phase of life. Dresses and acts like a college kid. When you are 36, have a hair line like Agassi, it is pathetic.
Anyways, told my husband to drive because it would give him the control to leave the park when he wanted. If he didn’t, our friend would insist on staying at the park until midnight because, well, what else was their to do?
Also told hubby that he would be getting there about 10a and stand in line for hours on end for the popular rides. Probably hit four or five bigger rides before he would want to depart by 5pm bcause he would be so tired from standing in the lines and talking nonsense to this friend who picks arguments on every subject, not to debate you, but to get a rise out of you because he is immature. This reason alone, I would not do the trip. The guy is exasperating.
Also said to him to notice all the families at the park. NOtice the parents who pay all that money to get in to watch Jr. ride the teacup ride for the 200th time. Notice all the parents with cranky infants who cannot possibly ride the rides and the parents have to pay anyways to walk around the park with a crabby hot sweaty child on their shoulder. WHAT FUN. A fun that I will never ever participate in in my life.
He went to the park. His friend drove. Got there at opening. At 530p he calls to tell me he is being held hostage in the arcade and our friend is dropping money left and right playing video games.Video games that his game system at home blows out of the water. Hubby is not really into video games. My husband is too nice and too patient to tell this friend “lets go”.
Calls at 7pm to advise that the friend wants to stay until midnight because, well, why not. Hubby protests. They decide to leave, after much bellyaching by my husband from sheer boredom, at 9pm. (Three hours in the arcade, gee, what a hoot.) Calls me on the car phone to tell me that the friend wants to actually go into a sit down restaurant for a meal ( something he, the friend, never does) and chat. After being together since 6am, they are all chatted out. My husband is about to murder him and hands the phone over to his friend to hear me state through clenched teeth that * I want him home by midnight, you prick, because he has to take a night time feeding and I’ve been with a baby by myself all goddamnday while you desperately try to recapture you youth. *
My husband has not been back to an (Watch for the oxymoron) amusement park since, by his own choice. Personally, I won’t waste my money in them again.
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