Time to begin the Force worship ritual (voice goes up several octaves, knees go weak, point and moan "Gravity knows no force....oh my God, Fooooorrrrce"). I thought I was bad enough already with my elaborate Magnum worshiping, but now I have to do it 2X with the birth of the big MF. Kelly, her boyfriend, and everyone at Eastern (including profs) have heard me say "Welcome...to Millennium Force" and "At the turn of the millennium, there were signs..." so many times, I'm TRULY suprised that they have not shot me and shrunk my head by now. I have no shame anymore, I used to hide my Force worshiping but now I realize that Magnumaniacs can safely worship Force without forsaking their baby. Just remember to give your Magnum a hug and remind it it's still your number one...and then go kneel to Force.
Get in line with my hybrid monster cone and start jumping up and down and pointing at the lighting on the lift, as usual, for the next half-hour. Kelly ignores me by striking up a conversation with the people behind us while I howl the words to Lady Marmalade, still psyched from blasting the Force promo video earlier in the day loud as heck and yelling along to all the words. Kelly's messed up, I can tell. She has that crazed look in her eye that I only see when she's up at 4 AM furiously writing the essay she should have written a week ago and only has one word on the paper so far. She survives most of the queue, makes it to the "home stretch" (I just about SCREAMED when I heard a guy behind me say "Hey, the home stretch!" as we hit the ramp), and proceeds to spaz. I make her stand by the fence and watch a train go by and she turns to me after with a deer-in-headlights look. Starts double checking everything on her, and triple checking it, to make sure she doesn't lose her stuff, and over-reacting like crazy. Ramp goes by too fast and all of a sudden we're yanked out of line and thrown directly into 51! Kelly is now spazzing as if she's got a final in a class she never opened the book for. I didn't even get time to worship the announcement. We sit, and she can't get her seat belt plugged in...the announcement says the bit about keeping hands and arms inside and Kelly SCREAMS "NO!!!! WE CAN'T LEAVE YET!!! MY SEAT BELT WON'T WORK!" Starlight ticket: 23 bucks. Shot glass: 4 bucks. Kelly thinking the train would leave without her secured in: Priceless.
Was definitely like riding it for the first time all over again going with her. I was whuping and hollering like the world was ending and Kelly's just downright petrified. (People like her enable me to be my extremely loud, perky, and rah-rah self at the park, I love it) She had her eyes screwed solidly shut until I screamed at her that it would be worse if she did...she's agape all the way up and we reach the crest...I'm thinking, I will be responsible for Kels death, I can see it now, she won't survive this. First drop is one rousing, awe-inspiring "OH MY ****GOSH****" (yes she loves that sentence) out of her mouth. By the time we hit the tunnel I could tell she was loving every second of it but scared enough to warrant a pant-change. I'm in heaven that I had this perfect end to the day, enabling my sometimes very reserved friend to go outside of her normal boundaries and kick some A. We get off and she just keeps yelling "What a rush, what a rush, what a rush!" over and over. In another priceless moment, she says "Wow, Iron Dragon sure seems wussy after Magnum and Force!" :-)
Force was running flat-out tonight and amazing. They have the new banners up (which I would sell my soul for) with a picture of the drop and some magazine quotes surrounding it around the entrance...way too incredibly awesome.