And one time, at Coastermania...
...I heard that Jo and Anne did something crazy?!
Okay....
My first CM. I had never done them before because they just didn't seem that interesting to me (glad I waited because without the GTTP crowd it probably wouldn't have been as fun. The enthusiasts just didn't seem to be getting into it like the Po!nters did). I had told Dan I finally wanted to go, and made some tentative plans. Well, come Thursday morning, I still had no clue what was going on. The plans had fallen through, and I exhausted every contact and friend I had to set up other ones. Where's the Prozac?!?! So upset and distraught...I come downstairs and tell my mom with a sad puppy-dog face that I'm not going to Coastermania..and then dear mom pulls out of thin air a doable possibility: If I drive my dad to work at TWO IN THE MORNING (yes, he starts at 4) and take off from there, I can do it. All dad needs is a ride home from work. I descend on him like a pack of locusts when he comes home to clean the plan, and KABOOM, CP's finally going to CM! (Decided at 10 PM the night before!) Call Jo excitedly and email all the good people of the world.
I had Econ (PBLECH) that night so I wasn't able to get home til 9:30. A normal, sane person would have put on their Dr Denton's and hit the sack, but of course I run to the computer for "just a few minutes." Twelve IM's the minute I sign on...and she's off! Dan IM's me to go to bed; yeah, I will in a bit. Mantomatic tells me to go to bed; oh, I will. Yeah right. I was up talking to Brian (Ondrey, not Haverlock or any other number of Brians) until basically just before I left to take dad to work. Got nothing done other than to be social...no sleep! So me and my unfed tummy get in the car along with my dad, pillows and blankets, eight thousand layers of clothing, and an alarm clock, and barrel off down the road to Detroit to drop him off. Stomach starts eating itself out of hunger. (Well, I just annihilated a perfectly good floppy disk by putting a super-hot bowl full of Niblets Corn in Butter Sauce on top of it....) WAFFLE PRETZELS: Breakfast of champions. "You might think I'm crazy, but all I want is [Coastermania with the GTTP'ers]!
Okay....
My first CM. I had never done them before because they just didn't seem that interesting to me (glad I waited because without the GTTP crowd it probably wouldn't have been as fun. The enthusiasts just didn't seem to be getting into it like the Po!nters did). I had told Dan I finally wanted to go, and made some tentative plans. Well, come Thursday morning, I still had no clue what was going on. The plans had fallen through, and I exhausted every contact and friend I had to set up other ones. Where's the Prozac?!?! So upset and distraught...I come downstairs and tell my mom with a sad puppy-dog face that I'm not going to Coastermania..and then dear mom pulls out of thin air a doable possibility: If I drive my dad to work at TWO IN THE MORNING (yes, he starts at 4) and take off from there, I can do it. All dad needs is a ride home from work. I descend on him like a pack of locusts when he comes home to clean the plan, and KABOOM, CP's finally going to CM! (Decided at 10 PM the night before!) Call Jo excitedly and email all the good people of the world.
I had Econ (PBLECH) that night so I wasn't able to get home til 9:30. A normal, sane person would have put on their Dr Denton's and hit the sack, but of course I run to the computer for "just a few minutes." Twelve IM's the minute I sign on...and she's off! Dan IM's me to go to bed; yeah, I will in a bit. Mantomatic tells me to go to bed; oh, I will. Yeah right. I was up talking to Brian (Ondrey, not Haverlock or any other number of Brians) until basically just before I left to take dad to work. Got nothing done other than to be social...no sleep! So me and my unfed tummy get in the car along with my dad, pillows and blankets, eight thousand layers of clothing, and an alarm clock, and barrel off down the road to Detroit to drop him off. Stomach starts eating itself out of hunger. (Well, I just annihilated a perfectly good floppy disk by putting a super-hot bowl full of Niblets Corn in Butter Sauce on top of it....) WAFFLE PRETZELS: Breakfast of champions. "You might think I'm crazy, but all I want is [Coastermania with the GTTP'ers]!
Barreling down 75. This makes nine visits in the first month, so I'm happy so far. I just about crap myself when I see the semi in front of me simply SLIDE off the road like it was greased. Right sideways into the shoulder. Hair standing on end I decide to slow down a bit. Fatigue's starting to hit me already! I'm screwed. Somehow I make the trip in about an hour and fifteen. There's nothing good on the radio and there's not enough salt on the pretzels.
Before I knew it, I was at the McD's on Causeway Drive. Massive herds of straight-up coaster enthusiasts are clamoring at the doors; I walk in at a jog because I was too freaked out from the truck to stop, and have to fight my way through packs of ACEers to get to the potty. I used to be more a straight-up enthusiast..for about six months when I was 13, before I realized I was a Po!nter and nothing more. So now I walk into a bevy of them and feel alienated. It would be weird to be a person that comes to CP and sees COASTERS....not "Oh God, I'm home!" For them, they'd say the opposite. I am in ACE, and probably always will be, because I had good, early memories with the club and still have a number of friends in it, but I will never be just a coaster enthusiast. The Po!nter blood runs too deep to ever leave it just at that.
No Food For Anne...line's full of baseball-jacketed ACEers. I zoom off and into the Main Lot, nearly turning Dan and Brian into road pizza (or at least messing up their clothes) as I drive by them going about 40. God, it's rainy. It's gloomy. I load on the clothes and go to get my pin (something SO EMBARRASSING happened at the ticket booth that it will stay between myself and God til the day I die. I would never live it down if I said what happened) and find Dan and the gang.."Where's Jo?!?!" "Over there!"..off I run to see my Po!nter sister. Soon we're waiting at the gates, huddled up. The top bananas come out to give the intro speech and the mics don't work, rialing up the enthusiasts in the back of the pack. Then the gates are opened and this literal STAMPEDING takes place...this old guy nearly knocks me down RUNNING to get to Raptor. O...kay! (Yet another nice thing about being a
Po!nter..didn't make it this time? I'll ride it next time) Since we see the line for Jo's baby getting out of hand, we walk off to Mantomatic's ride...Mantis, of course. (We being myself, Jo, Dan, SpartyJeff, Dan's brother, and one or two others, I was too tired to keep total track)
Before I knew it, I was at the McD's on Causeway Drive. Massive herds of straight-up coaster enthusiasts are clamoring at the doors; I walk in at a jog because I was too freaked out from the truck to stop, and have to fight my way through packs of ACEers to get to the potty. I used to be more a straight-up enthusiast..for about six months when I was 13, before I realized I was a Po!nter and nothing more. So now I walk into a bevy of them and feel alienated. It would be weird to be a person that comes to CP and sees COASTERS....not "Oh God, I'm home!" For them, they'd say the opposite. I am in ACE, and probably always will be, because I had good, early memories with the club and still have a number of friends in it, but I will never be just a coaster enthusiast. The Po!nter blood runs too deep to ever leave it just at that.
No Food For Anne...line's full of baseball-jacketed ACEers. I zoom off and into the Main Lot, nearly turning Dan and Brian into road pizza (or at least messing up their clothes) as I drive by them going about 40. God, it's rainy. It's gloomy. I load on the clothes and go to get my pin (something SO EMBARRASSING happened at the ticket booth that it will stay between myself and God til the day I die. I would never live it down if I said what happened) and find Dan and the gang.."Where's Jo?!?!" "Over there!"..off I run to see my Po!nter sister. Soon we're waiting at the gates, huddled up. The top bananas come out to give the intro speech and the mics don't work, rialing up the enthusiasts in the back of the pack. Then the gates are opened and this literal STAMPEDING takes place...this old guy nearly knocks me down RUNNING to get to Raptor. O...kay! (Yet another nice thing about being a
Po!nter..didn't make it this time? I'll ride it next time) Since we see the line for Jo's baby getting out of hand, we walk off to Mantomatic's ride...Mantis, of course. (We being myself, Jo, Dan, SpartyJeff, Dan's brother, and one or two others, I was too tired to keep total track)
We rack up a few laps on the Big Bugger, one in the pouring rain (yet we didn't feel anything...hmmm) and lose Dan in the meantime. Jo's seriously needing to go visit her ride. (Her and I realized that the "No ugly/uncool/poser people" rule at CP was lifted for the day as time went on (Don't. Ask. Period. Trust me.) ) Off we run and the Most Popular Raptor Girl On Earth makes her appearance, eliciting tons of accolades and smiles from her friends on the Big Green Machine. It was fun just hanging around her and seeing how loved she is. :-) We rack up a few rides on it (MOO, Jo?) and the dudes of GTTP head elsewhere, leaving me and Jo to ride the rails. We are HUNGRY. When me and Jo get HUNGRY, you better get the food on the grill NOW. We survive the ERT and basically R U N to the GOCC lunch at the Boathouse, saying how we're going to order everything on the menu. And we wait. And wait. And wait. No waitress. I'm pounding utensils on the table and Jo just looks PO'ed. She finally gets there and we order a literal buffet because we're so starved. Fed, we sit around talking about issues and then decide to go take naps. So we part, I drive my car around to Gemini and lay down for an hour's nap.
Wake up and see Dave and Scott down the row from me, so I go say hi to them before I go meet Jo for the lunch. We see no sign of the GTTP'ers at the lunch so we head off to our own table. I'm NOT a hotdog person so I basically pushed beans around on the plate and stared at people. No surprise that someone we knew won in the photo contest. ;) Jo bugged Bryan for a bit, and then we headed off. I ran into Dave (literally) twice and then Sean F. and Scott (again!) on the way out as me and Jo hit the trail for parts unknown...well, actually, the CP&LE.
We meandered around (and didn't go to the presentations. Neither of us were feeling up to it) and hit DT where she showed me what her and Hooper do for jollies on DT...and I nearly died. This is another "You have to see it to believe it" sort of thing so I won't go into details...you just have to be around when it happens. I would die many more times during the day.
So. Two Po!nter girls in a giddy mood get in line for Force. Anne goes into orbit when she's in line for the big MF and Jo's just always crazyfun. Bad mix.
In fact, Jo, should we tell them? Tell you what, if you want to know what happened "one time, at Millennium Force" you'll have to ask. It left Jo and I hiding behind a tree wetting ourselves we were laughing so hard. Needless to say that as we ran into the GTTP'ers right we had Cheshire grins on our faces.
(The rest of the story will come later...I'm going to Fast Forward, a big techno event, tonight with some friends and I have to get ready :P If I have the energy to post the rest tonight I will when I get home. Trust me, the nighttime ERT is worth the wait to hear about..the story from here on out gets insane. I don't think I have EVER had such a fun time as I did last night...you haven't had a true good time until you've hung out with the crazies of GTTP!)
Wake up and see Dave and Scott down the row from me, so I go say hi to them before I go meet Jo for the lunch. We see no sign of the GTTP'ers at the lunch so we head off to our own table. I'm NOT a hotdog person so I basically pushed beans around on the plate and stared at people. No surprise that someone we knew won in the photo contest. ;) Jo bugged Bryan for a bit, and then we headed off. I ran into Dave (literally) twice and then Sean F. and Scott (again!) on the way out as me and Jo hit the trail for parts unknown...well, actually, the CP&LE.
We meandered around (and didn't go to the presentations. Neither of us were feeling up to it) and hit DT where she showed me what her and Hooper do for jollies on DT...and I nearly died. This is another "You have to see it to believe it" sort of thing so I won't go into details...you just have to be around when it happens. I would die many more times during the day.
So. Two Po!nter girls in a giddy mood get in line for Force. Anne goes into orbit when she's in line for the big MF and Jo's just always crazyfun. Bad mix.
In fact, Jo, should we tell them? Tell you what, if you want to know what happened "one time, at Millennium Force" you'll have to ask. It left Jo and I hiding behind a tree wetting ourselves we were laughing so hard. Needless to say that as we ran into the GTTP'ers right we had Cheshire grins on our faces.
(The rest of the story will come later...I'm going to Fast Forward, a big techno event, tonight with some friends and I have to get ready :P If I have the energy to post the rest tonight I will when I get home. Trust me, the nighttime ERT is worth the wait to hear about..the story from here on out gets insane. I don't think I have EVER had such a fun time as I did last night...you haven't had a true good time until you've hung out with the crazies of GTTP!)
Sorry I darted on you guys before last ride on Milly Friday Night..Pager and Work beckoned...
Had a Great time Friday Guys..You all Rock...Got that pic of "skyward and Gazzer" to show you all...:)
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http://www.msu.edu/~armbrus9/cp.html
mf laps = 100! No More No Less!!
GAZZER is My Hero...
Had a Great time Friday Guys..You all Rock...Got that pic of "skyward and Gazzer" to show you all...:)
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http://www.msu.edu/~armbrus9/cp.html
mf laps = 100! No More No Less!!
GAZZER is My Hero...
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