Me barfing into a garbage can at Canada's Wonderland. Got a nice mental picture? Good. I have a story for you.
Back in Sept '01, I went with a bunch of people to Canada's Wonderland - 5 boys and 2 girls (including me) to be exact. Dustin, Mike H, Mike P (and his date), Kris, Dave and me. At one point of the day the boys got a brilliant idea of dragging me onto Drop Zone. The ended on a happy note - i thought it was so awesome!
Then we went over to the Bat. I had already said that last time I went on a rollercoaster like this 2 years ago I felt quite icky. But i thought I could handle a backwards rollercoast the second time. Oh how I was wrong! I felt very sick when we got off, pretended to be fine then finally confessed I felt sick. So I sat a ride out, watched as they went round and round and round and round on a ride....*mad scamble for garbage can*
Me: *stand up after emptying stomach*
Dustin: "You call that barf?"
Let's just say I will never live this moment done, was reminded of it tonite and being back at Wonderland on Saturday. I'll never forget that place because of that one memory.
Although I wasn't the only one to have a rough day that day - Mike P got a bloody nose after the one ride.
What a memory to cherish! Or not...
