NO LAP BAR ON MAGNUM! 5/28
"Woooohooo..wooo...she'll have a perfect...day"
Welcome to another edition of CP Irvine's Trip Extravaganzas.
Yes. You read the title right. No. N. O. Enn ohh lap bar on Magnum. I'll cut to this one right off the bat: I'm in 1-3...bout 9:30...I'm going up the lift and I go oh, darn, I forgot to lower my lap b...WHAT THE &^%$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I grab the lapbar and look over at my riding partner and just sit there AGAPE. All the way up the hill and all through the ride. That did not happen. 21+ years of Po!nting and never has a ride host FORGOTTEN to check my lapbar! I just about crapped myself for a twofold reason:
a) What if it were a little kid by himself who they didn't check?!?!?!
b) WHY DID I PUT IT DOWN?!?!?!? :-( (Come on, you would have thought the same....)
Got back to the platform and ran over to Andy, told him, he sent me to the supie. I tell supie, who soils himself, looks white, and thanks for me telling. I told him I wasn't mad or anything and wasn't trying to get anyone in trouble, but it was lucky it was me and not some child alone. In shock for the rest of the night...this is gonna be a doozy of a TR.
ANYWAYS...
Eighth visit of the season. More fun than a bunch of O-Phi-A sisters doing sorority shots. I was meeting up with my friends John Cline and Brian Ondrey (I'm sure some of you guys know them), both of which made impromptu plans to hit the
Po!nt with me. I was late REAL BAD out the door because, in a ditzy sorority girl moment, I opened the sunroof while I was sitting in the driveway..with a giant ceramic mug of water sitting on it. Soaked hair, butt, everything...run inside to dry off and make myself a half hour late. Then drive the normal 2:20 drive in ::choke:: 1:45. Don't ask. There was no Starbucks for Anne today.
Pick up Brian at TGIF's so I could give him a lift sans parking fee, then drop him off in the gigunda line for Passes as I limp off to meet John. **Guys, my left metatorsal (sp?) arch collapsed last weekend at the park. I'm walking in a -GREAT- deal of pain and have a brace on my foot to even make it around. (But does it stop me? Nooo...) !Please! If you're with me and I ask you to slow down, please realize it's because I am HURTING, not being a deadweight. This isn't a laughing matter, my foot's really forked up. I think the last couple 2 and 3 day weekends walking 99,000,000 miles an hour annihilated my foot. It's weak from being broken in an accident** I'm sitting on the Force sign and see John WANDERING around like one of those wind-up toys, checking his watch. I must be invisible to him. I finally yell to him, and we walk/limp back to Main Gate to get Brian.
*** This post was edited by CP Irvine on 5/29/2001. ***
Welcome to another edition of CP Irvine's Trip Extravaganzas.
Yes. You read the title right. No. N. O. Enn ohh lap bar on Magnum. I'll cut to this one right off the bat: I'm in 1-3...bout 9:30...I'm going up the lift and I go oh, darn, I forgot to lower my lap b...WHAT THE &^%$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I grab the lapbar and look over at my riding partner and just sit there AGAPE. All the way up the hill and all through the ride. That did not happen. 21+ years of Po!nting and never has a ride host FORGOTTEN to check my lapbar! I just about crapped myself for a twofold reason:
a) What if it were a little kid by himself who they didn't check?!?!?!
b) WHY DID I PUT IT DOWN?!?!?!? :-( (Come on, you would have thought the same....)
Got back to the platform and ran over to Andy, told him, he sent me to the supie. I tell supie, who soils himself, looks white, and thanks for me telling. I told him I wasn't mad or anything and wasn't trying to get anyone in trouble, but it was lucky it was me and not some child alone. In shock for the rest of the night...this is gonna be a doozy of a TR.
ANYWAYS...
Eighth visit of the season. More fun than a bunch of O-Phi-A sisters doing sorority shots. I was meeting up with my friends John Cline and Brian Ondrey (I'm sure some of you guys know them), both of which made impromptu plans to hit the
Po!nt with me. I was late REAL BAD out the door because, in a ditzy sorority girl moment, I opened the sunroof while I was sitting in the driveway..with a giant ceramic mug of water sitting on it. Soaked hair, butt, everything...run inside to dry off and make myself a half hour late. Then drive the normal 2:20 drive in ::choke:: 1:45. Don't ask. There was no Starbucks for Anne today.
Pick up Brian at TGIF's so I could give him a lift sans parking fee, then drop him off in the gigunda line for Passes as I limp off to meet John. **Guys, my left metatorsal (sp?) arch collapsed last weekend at the park. I'm walking in a -GREAT- deal of pain and have a brace on my foot to even make it around. (But does it stop me? Nooo...) !Please! If you're with me and I ask you to slow down, please realize it's because I am HURTING, not being a deadweight. This isn't a laughing matter, my foot's really forked up. I think the last couple 2 and 3 day weekends walking 99,000,000 miles an hour annihilated my foot. It's weak from being broken in an accident** I'm sitting on the Force sign and see John WANDERING around like one of those wind-up toys, checking his watch. I must be invisible to him. I finally yell to him, and we walk/limp back to Main Gate to get Brian.
*** This post was edited by CP Irvine on 5/29/2001. ***
Peas in a pod, I drive Brian and John to Resort Gate, where I see the Scott Shortmobile by Ge-mee-nee. Figures as much, just suprised I didn't see other cars I knew! John and Brian are yacking up a storm and I'm enjoying eavesdropping. John's just darn plain funny, and what the heck, I thought Brian was a lot older than me! I'm thinking. Off to Magnum...kick bootay ride in My Seat (ask me!) and Brian gets initiated into living with the CP Irvine Scream. The more the season progresses, the more I see myself isolating myself to Force and MXL, as usual...
Now here's the kicker. Brian hadn't been on Force ::gasp!::. Yeah, yeah, I knew it all along, he was waiting to ride it with me....no problem with that. ;-) I hear more gossip about people, parks, and rides than you'd imagine. I must look like a trustable person. (I am! Dump gossip here!) I'd tell you what John said in line but he would come after me with a dagger made out of a Camden Park pass. (The mental image of that is priceless) I forewarn the two of my Force promo/announcement fetish before I launch into my usuals, feeling pretty dang lucky to take TWO MF virgins under my wing in a week. Those rides are the highlights of the season for me.
There are different levels of screamers, ranging from Level One (What Coaster?: Might As Well Be Mute) to Level Ten (Damn, There Go My Eardrums; Well, I Didn't Need Them Anyway And They Made A Cool Sound When They Blew). I fall at a raging Ten. Brian's a Level Eight (Ride 'Em Cowboy!: Every Ride's A Bronco, The Better The Ride The Bigger The Whups) and I could tell by the time we hit the first turn, for god's sake, that he loved it! Proud Po!nter I am...he's hollering it up. We depart the train...I ask what he thought...the smile on his face required no words to describe it. Another fan of Force is born! He said that it was utterly unlike was he expected, and that the speed and power of it were just up his alley. Score! All I gotta do is get him on a night ride now...
Now here's the kicker. Brian hadn't been on Force ::gasp!::. Yeah, yeah, I knew it all along, he was waiting to ride it with me....no problem with that. ;-) I hear more gossip about people, parks, and rides than you'd imagine. I must look like a trustable person. (I am! Dump gossip here!) I'd tell you what John said in line but he would come after me with a dagger made out of a Camden Park pass. (The mental image of that is priceless) I forewarn the two of my Force promo/announcement fetish before I launch into my usuals, feeling pretty dang lucky to take TWO MF virgins under my wing in a week. Those rides are the highlights of the season for me.
There are different levels of screamers, ranging from Level One (What Coaster?: Might As Well Be Mute) to Level Ten (Damn, There Go My Eardrums; Well, I Didn't Need Them Anyway And They Made A Cool Sound When They Blew). I fall at a raging Ten. Brian's a Level Eight (Ride 'Em Cowboy!: Every Ride's A Bronco, The Better The Ride The Bigger The Whups) and I could tell by the time we hit the first turn, for god's sake, that he loved it! Proud Po!nter I am...he's hollering it up. We depart the train...I ask what he thought...the smile on his face required no words to describe it. Another fan of Force is born! He said that it was utterly unlike was he expected, and that the speed and power of it were just up his alley. Score! All I gotta do is get him on a night ride now...
Time to harrass our dear Natalie. I need a power up at Toot Sweets first, so, heading in for a custard. First I'm alone, soon John walks in, followed a bit later by Brian. Observant dudes....when at CP, do what the Po!nters do...we know what food is good. They're won over by my raves for the cones. I wait an abominable amount of time while Miss Junior High Princess in front of me WHINES that she 'doesn't want a cherrrrrrrrrrry!' on her gol dang funnel cake and changes her order about four thousand times. I finally get my cone; after raving about how good it is, this one comes out with the texture of sorbet. Hm, so if I order pizza it will come out tasting like a discus with wax shreds on it, or if I order a chicken sandwich it will be a sponge between hockey pucks? I drop any other food suggestion ideas. (TS clerks have rocked the house this year! Last week it was Bonus Cone, and this week it's the girl who kept smiling as Petite Miss screeched about cherries)
My stomach's frozen into a cube by the time we hit CCMR, so we tread to Meanie to give me time to finish. I have, oh, say, 3" of waffle with about 2" of custard left in my cone. I'm innocently walking into the queues and the
R U D E host **YELLS** at me YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT IN THERE. This was beyond anything I had run into at the park ever. I'm thinking "WT*?" and ask, he says the line's in the station. Okay, weird, but I can deal. Minorly ticked, I eat my cone and walk in, amidst jokes about tattooing my name on my butt (don't ask...). Get over it, Anne. John, Brian, and I are blabbing it up on the station stairs and then I finally notice cobwebs forming on my feet. Haven't we been here a while? I edge up the stairs...yep, we're down mechanical. No announcement. The three of us stew. My foot's KILLING me, so I sit down. As I sit down, a mother and her daughter rush by me, saying "We're leaving. The ride isn't running, and they're being real jerks about it." I start to slow boil. I reach the ULTIMATE in P.O'age when the J E R K from the front comes up the queue, and making a Moses Parting The Red Sea-type movement, RUDELY yells to myself and a couple of others to STAND UP from the stairs in a voice that should be reserved for Army soldiers. Shocked people stand up, muttering that the guy was a real butthead and are now ticked at both a couple ops in the station (who were being rude to people when they asked whether the ride was down or not) as well as this dude. I stand my ground and shake my head at him. If he wants me to sit up, he can come up here, treat me and the other guests with some courtesy and politely ask me to stand up, and I will explain that my foot is injured. Then I will stand. The guy had NO REASON to use such a NASTY voice. He kept YELLING as if I was doing the trapeze on the Meanie frame, and now enlists OTHERS IN LINE to SCREAM at me! (Topper of this was when he yells "-OBEY THE RULES!!-") I felt my temper absolutely blow to smithereens. I wished the guy would come up and try to pull my pass or something, where I would promptly walk to Park Ops and be more than happy to explain the rotten treatment myself and other guests were getting to his boss. Others in line were disgusted as well. This one might warrant a trip to P.O. I try to take stuff in stride, but myself and other guests were treated so humiliatingly and rudely that you'd think the guests were in boot camp. While I'm there, I'll note that the employees KICK BUTT this year so far, making idiots like this stand out even further. I'll note it was just three people that were being creeps...others were chipper and friendly as usual.
My stomach's frozen into a cube by the time we hit CCMR, so we tread to Meanie to give me time to finish. I have, oh, say, 3" of waffle with about 2" of custard left in my cone. I'm innocently walking into the queues and the
R U D E host **YELLS** at me YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT IN THERE. This was beyond anything I had run into at the park ever. I'm thinking "WT*?" and ask, he says the line's in the station. Okay, weird, but I can deal. Minorly ticked, I eat my cone and walk in, amidst jokes about tattooing my name on my butt (don't ask...). Get over it, Anne. John, Brian, and I are blabbing it up on the station stairs and then I finally notice cobwebs forming on my feet. Haven't we been here a while? I edge up the stairs...yep, we're down mechanical. No announcement. The three of us stew. My foot's KILLING me, so I sit down. As I sit down, a mother and her daughter rush by me, saying "We're leaving. The ride isn't running, and they're being real jerks about it." I start to slow boil. I reach the ULTIMATE in P.O'age when the J E R K from the front comes up the queue, and making a Moses Parting The Red Sea-type movement, RUDELY yells to myself and a couple of others to STAND UP from the stairs in a voice that should be reserved for Army soldiers. Shocked people stand up, muttering that the guy was a real butthead and are now ticked at both a couple ops in the station (who were being rude to people when they asked whether the ride was down or not) as well as this dude. I stand my ground and shake my head at him. If he wants me to sit up, he can come up here, treat me and the other guests with some courtesy and politely ask me to stand up, and I will explain that my foot is injured. Then I will stand. The guy had NO REASON to use such a NASTY voice. He kept YELLING as if I was doing the trapeze on the Meanie frame, and now enlists OTHERS IN LINE to SCREAM at me! (Topper of this was when he yells "-OBEY THE RULES!!-") I felt my temper absolutely blow to smithereens. I wished the guy would come up and try to pull my pass or something, where I would promptly walk to Park Ops and be more than happy to explain the rotten treatment myself and other guests were getting to his boss. Others in line were disgusted as well. This one might warrant a trip to P.O. I try to take stuff in stride, but myself and other guests were treated so humiliatingly and rudely that you'd think the guests were in boot camp. While I'm there, I'll note that the employees KICK BUTT this year so far, making idiots like this stand out even further. I'll note it was just three people that were being creeps...others were chipper and friendly as usual.
Maybe they all had a bad day...if it was just me irritated, I wouldn't care. But everyone around me was TICKED OFF. John and Brian both were disgusted. If you just spent God knows how much to bring you and your children for a fun time at the park and get treated like criminals, would you be very happy? I'll see how I feel about it later...
Butt burning off, I complain during the walk over to see the always-friendly Natalie, who reconfirms my faith in CP employees. She was tired out from a long day...I hope she had a cold one after the park and is now getting a ton of good sleep. You know you're conditioned to coasters when a conversation that started on the platform continues through the ride as if it's normal that you are suddenly moving...
I've decided on my next CP tattoo: the CP "crest" that's on the carousel rounding boards; a starburst in blue and red with "CP 1870" in the middle, between my shoulder blades. I stride, Woman With A Mission, into the Town Hall, and as I reach where the carousel steeds are, I hear John D Y I N G with laughter. Appears I went BLASTING by a group of friends without ANY clue that they were standing there, and almost flattened Dave. Whoops! Walk back and see a hemisphere made up of Dave, Scott, Dan, and others huddled around a display. I make a "You guys!" gesture and walk back to continue looking at the crest. I'm there a minute or two...walk back and they're gone. Now I'm ticked...no one waits two seconds to say hi and what's up, and I don't get to introduce Brian and John to those who don't know them. Peeved off my butt, I walk out and see them gathered around the popcorn wagon. I keep walking; I feel rejected and Brian and John are wondering what's going on! :-P
I'm not a happy camper now. My foot's REALLY hurting, "I have no friends," and El Rancho Rude-o still's bugging me. A little Raptorizing will help (I rode it for you, Jo!). She's running rip-roaring, as usual, and Brian starts commenting on how much he enjoys Raptor and had forgotten about it. John's just still got me rolling; every comment a barnburner. He makes a comment, I look at Brian and exchange a knowing glance and we both lose it. Time for a break, so after a trip on Little Streak ("Wow! Running awesome!") we stop at the SDC for dinner. Crud, I'm gonna get hooked on hard lemonade now..I didn't like it much before but this one was especially good. :-P Dinner's a total comedy fest interspersed with tales from the frontlines and of jerks from all of our pasts. One comment in particular, not printable here, was enough to make you extrude your sandwich out your nose; Brian and I are red-faced and I'm just keeping it together by a thread. It's moments like this that make a season great. I should keep hashmarks of how many times I spit food out of my mouth during a conversation; the more marks, the better the season.
Butt burning off, I complain during the walk over to see the always-friendly Natalie, who reconfirms my faith in CP employees. She was tired out from a long day...I hope she had a cold one after the park and is now getting a ton of good sleep. You know you're conditioned to coasters when a conversation that started on the platform continues through the ride as if it's normal that you are suddenly moving...
I've decided on my next CP tattoo: the CP "crest" that's on the carousel rounding boards; a starburst in blue and red with "CP 1870" in the middle, between my shoulder blades. I stride, Woman With A Mission, into the Town Hall, and as I reach where the carousel steeds are, I hear John D Y I N G with laughter. Appears I went BLASTING by a group of friends without ANY clue that they were standing there, and almost flattened Dave. Whoops! Walk back and see a hemisphere made up of Dave, Scott, Dan, and others huddled around a display. I make a "You guys!" gesture and walk back to continue looking at the crest. I'm there a minute or two...walk back and they're gone. Now I'm ticked...no one waits two seconds to say hi and what's up, and I don't get to introduce Brian and John to those who don't know them. Peeved off my butt, I walk out and see them gathered around the popcorn wagon. I keep walking; I feel rejected and Brian and John are wondering what's going on! :-P
I'm not a happy camper now. My foot's REALLY hurting, "I have no friends," and El Rancho Rude-o still's bugging me. A little Raptorizing will help (I rode it for you, Jo!). She's running rip-roaring, as usual, and Brian starts commenting on how much he enjoys Raptor and had forgotten about it. John's just still got me rolling; every comment a barnburner. He makes a comment, I look at Brian and exchange a knowing glance and we both lose it. Time for a break, so after a trip on Little Streak ("Wow! Running awesome!") we stop at the SDC for dinner. Crud, I'm gonna get hooked on hard lemonade now..I didn't like it much before but this one was especially good. :-P Dinner's a total comedy fest interspersed with tales from the frontlines and of jerks from all of our pasts. One comment in particular, not printable here, was enough to make you extrude your sandwich out your nose; Brian and I are red-faced and I'm just keeping it together by a thread. It's moments like this that make a season great. I should keep hashmarks of how many times I spit food out of my mouth during a conversation; the more marks, the better the season.
The generous John covers the bill for a greatful Brian and I...what a kind gesture! He wants to hit DT and DD before he heads out (I'm flattered! He ended up staying longer than he wanted to!) so we tread to DT. Exclamations about the dismanteled effects, I point out why, and conversation swings to other possibilities that wouldn't infringe on DT. DT is becoming the ride that's like the dime store you go to as a kid, a hodge-podge of everything; still fun but with zero sense of continuity, darn it. :-( ::WOOHOO! The "new" effect was on this time! Why am I so obsessed? The group from the long weekend will know what I mean::
One last ride: Demon Drop for John. He picks up on my comment that the brake fins look like giant White Castle patties; I remember being seven and riding DD, and thinking "OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE, WHERE'S MY TEDDY BEAR...wow, those look like White Castles...GOING TO DIE..." All three of us are still scared stoneless by the good ole' DD..why, oh why can't modern drop rides be as fun?! John, Brian, and I take a round through Snoopy Boutique, spawning another classic comment that will live in infamy, which can't be printed here. John's finally heading out for the night; I'll miss him! Always a blast to hang with!
Brian and I finally get some time to hang alone, and we head over to Chaos (Best ride -ever-...two and a half VIOLENT spins!) and Magnum for an evening ride. (Where the "My lap bar is up. My lap bar is UP. My LAP BAR is up!!!" incident happened) My foot's absolutely killing me, so Brian carries me piggyback over to Force for a last ride. I make a potty stop [remember this for later]. We get in line. We chat happily through the line. My hands go to my back pocket.
WHERE IS MY WALLET?!??!?!?!
It had fallen out in the bathroom; I had put it on the TP dispenser and FORGOTTEN IT...PANIC!! (Scene from Airplane comes to mind with the DON'T PANIC...OKAY, PANIC! signs) Do I get out of line and run over there or wait for the ride? DUH...I wait for the ride! :-) (You know you're a Forcer when....) If the thing's gone, I'll have lost a wallet AND a ride! Cheer returns, and the second backseater of the day is Brian's first nightride on our magnificent Force. Yeah, he's loving every minute; he was whuping it up before we even hit the circuit. And oh yeah...I think he liked it. Turns to me and says "Think I'll keep it..." with a million-watt grin as we get off. Score two for the Po!nters!
One last ride: Demon Drop for John. He picks up on my comment that the brake fins look like giant White Castle patties; I remember being seven and riding DD, and thinking "OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE, WHERE'S MY TEDDY BEAR...wow, those look like White Castles...GOING TO DIE..." All three of us are still scared stoneless by the good ole' DD..why, oh why can't modern drop rides be as fun?! John, Brian, and I take a round through Snoopy Boutique, spawning another classic comment that will live in infamy, which can't be printed here. John's finally heading out for the night; I'll miss him! Always a blast to hang with!
Brian and I finally get some time to hang alone, and we head over to Chaos (Best ride -ever-...two and a half VIOLENT spins!) and Magnum for an evening ride. (Where the "My lap bar is up. My lap bar is UP. My LAP BAR is up!!!" incident happened) My foot's absolutely killing me, so Brian carries me piggyback over to Force for a last ride. I make a potty stop [remember this for later]. We get in line. We chat happily through the line. My hands go to my back pocket.
WHERE IS MY WALLET?!??!?!?!
It had fallen out in the bathroom; I had put it on the TP dispenser and FORGOTTEN IT...PANIC!! (Scene from Airplane comes to mind with the DON'T PANIC...OKAY, PANIC! signs) Do I get out of line and run over there or wait for the ride? DUH...I wait for the ride! :-) (You know you're a Forcer when....) If the thing's gone, I'll have lost a wallet AND a ride! Cheer returns, and the second backseater of the day is Brian's first nightride on our magnificent Force. Yeah, he's loving every minute; he was whuping it up before we even hit the circuit. And oh yeah...I think he liked it. Turns to me and says "Think I'll keep it..." with a million-watt grin as we get off. Score two for the Po!nters!
Decide to take Brian on my signature tour of the Beach and Boardwalk, with a stop at TGIF's (my signature drinkin' hole to go with it) to talk (we're both yackers) and eat. Ever met one of those people where you can hear their words in your head before they actually come out of their mouth, and finish someone's sentence? I haven't had that happen in years, yet it happened about five times with Brian. It was utterly scary to see how many mannerisms we had in common (for someone who isn't even a Po!nter too!). Wow, instant bonding. That was a treat of the day. I'm feeling all special as he gallantly picks up the bill for my meal; I feel fulfilled as a guide for the day :-) ::feels all pampered after today!:: :-) :-) Man, between Jeff's tailgates, goodies, and gallantry of people from afar from the past few weeks a gal feels pretty lucky! :-) ::still feels lucky::
After a guided tour of the Boardwalk, I take Brian back to his car over on the mainland. I'm always happy when I can take people from other parks on a tour of the park my-style and see them leave with a bit of CP fever themselves. I hope Brian got a little bit of that; I think he -did-, and it looked like John did too. :) Fabulous, perfect day at the park with amazing company and good times (and rides) for all....even IF you guys in the Town Hall don't like me anymore!! :(
:( "No Magnum For You" j/k :)
NO MR. LOOK SKYWARD. :( I kept thinking of Hooper and Jo all day. The next time I see both of them will spell my end; one look and I will die of contact hilarity.
Arrive home at 4 am with lights blazing in my house like a new saloon and my parents up all wild-eyed saying they saw friends on mine on tv. And that's a new thing since when? :-)
Gonna have some neat pictures online in a while...will post links when I get them. Start planning your outrageous and hilarious antics now for CM! so I can chronicle them in one of my TE's!...uh, I mean, TR's....
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*-CP Irvine-*
The FewER, The Proud, The Po!nter Girls
I know who's fault it is!
AIM SN: ACEerCP
After a guided tour of the Boardwalk, I take Brian back to his car over on the mainland. I'm always happy when I can take people from other parks on a tour of the park my-style and see them leave with a bit of CP fever themselves. I hope Brian got a little bit of that; I think he -did-, and it looked like John did too. :) Fabulous, perfect day at the park with amazing company and good times (and rides) for all....even IF you guys in the Town Hall don't like me anymore!! :(
:( "No Magnum For You" j/k :)
NO MR. LOOK SKYWARD. :( I kept thinking of Hooper and Jo all day. The next time I see both of them will spell my end; one look and I will die of contact hilarity.
Arrive home at 4 am with lights blazing in my house like a new saloon and my parents up all wild-eyed saying they saw friends on mine on tv. And that's a new thing since when? :-)
Gonna have some neat pictures online in a while...will post links when I get them. Start planning your outrageous and hilarious antics now for CM! so I can chronicle them in one of my TE's!...uh, I mean, TR's....
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*-CP Irvine-*
The FewER, The Proud, The Po!nter Girls
I know who's fault it is!
AIM SN: ACEerCP
The Mean Streak crew were jerks to you??!
All the more reason for us to own them in bowling on Thursday (Mine Ride vs. Mean Streak...loser has to clean/sandbag trains).
Of course, it goes without saying that this is another excellent TR, and I look forward to seeing you again at Coastermania. Maybe sometime when I got a day off we can traverse the park together ;)
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Natalie
Mine Ride '99 (RIDE MINE!)
Thunder Canyon '00 (TC2K RULES, SNAKE DROOLS!)
Mine Ride ATL '01
All the more reason for us to own them in bowling on Thursday (Mine Ride vs. Mean Streak...loser has to clean/sandbag trains).
Of course, it goes without saying that this is another excellent TR, and I look forward to seeing you again at Coastermania. Maybe sometime when I got a day off we can traverse the park together ;)
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Natalie
Mine Ride '99 (RIDE MINE!)
Thunder Canyon '00 (TC2K RULES, SNAKE DROOLS!)
Mine Ride ATL '01
Wonder who it was... there were a few faces on MS yesterday that I haven't seen most of the season. I'm sure it wasn't Dave.. I don't think he has an evil bone in his body.. hehehe
Although he has this thing for dumping psycho ex-girlfriends on his friends as he runs in teh opposite direction.. :)
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MF 2000 - 269 laps
MF 2001 - Tell ya when I hit triple digits....
Although he has this thing for dumping psycho ex-girlfriends on his friends as he runs in teh opposite direction.. :)
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MF 2000 - 269 laps
MF 2001 - Tell ya when I hit triple digits....
Well, the CREW wasn't jerky...but 3 members of it were. Utter jerks. Maybe a bad day, but jeeze, talk about getting streated like crap. Didn't catch names (I always get so mad I forget to check that...)
Thanks Nat. :-) Good luck in smashing those jerks at bowling; if you guys win, you should make them all sit down and stand up really fast about a hundred times just for me. Tell them to OBEY THE RULES. Anytime you got some time off and want to do the park, let me know! I'm free to go whenever I want :) See you at CM!
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*-CP Irvine-*
The FewER, The Proud, The Po!nter Girls
I know who's fault it is!
AIM SN: ACEerCP
Thanks Nat. :-) Good luck in smashing those jerks at bowling; if you guys win, you should make them all sit down and stand up really fast about a hundred times just for me. Tell them to OBEY THE RULES. Anytime you got some time off and want to do the park, let me know! I'm free to go whenever I want :) See you at CM!
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*-CP Irvine-*
The FewER, The Proud, The Po!nter Girls
I know who's fault it is!
AIM SN: ACEerCP
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