Kim wanted everyone to know that she wiped the floor with me in an inflatable-boxing-glove match on Saturday. In fact, overactive brain cells are no longer a problem. Between a trip to Great America and getting brained by my sister-in-law, I believe I might have suffered some damage. I woke up with a headache today.
On Saturday, we went to Great America on some free passes that we obtained. We rode almost all the roller coasters. We didn’t get on Deja Vu, because God doesn’t want us to ride that one. We had seasons passes the year it opened, but it was closed for half the year because of technical problems, and when it was open there was a 2-hour line, because it was NEVER open. Anyway, it was closed again on Saturday. When we first tried to ride it, they said it was closed temporarily for technical difficulties, but then when it started to rain they changed their story and said it was weather-related. I think they were just covering for their sorry-ass lemon of a ride.
All the other roller coasters were top notch, though. The Superman one was short but terrifying. On the other rollercoasters I can fool myself into thinking that a harness malfunction wouldn’t kill me, but not on the Superman ride. They tilt you so you’re facing down, with only the harness holding you in. The only time gravity works in your favor is when you’re upside-down at the top of the loop.
Because of the weather (cloudy, but not cold), we didn’t have to wait in any lines. Our longest wait was 30 minutes for Superman because it started raining as soon as we got in line.
I am also the owner of 3 new stuffed animals, including a gigantic replica of Pepe LePew’s feline girlfriend. Never let your sporto husband play carnival games unless you have a huge basement to house the fruits of his labor.
In response to this story, I took the Narcissistic Personality Inventory. I scored a 6. Hmm.. I think I must have taken it wrong. I mean, I never actually thought I was a narcissist (despite what one might think after reading 5 years worth of my blog posts), but I thought I’d score a little closer to average. The average American scores just over 15 points. The average celebrity scores almost 18 points. I guess I’ll never be a celebrity. Not that I wanted to (duh, 6 points). Does this make me a pushover? What’s the opposite of narcissistic?
This website says the opposite of narcissism is Altruism. Hmmm… Then the site goes on to theorize that altruists are usually “victimized” by narcissists. Interesting. I think it’s mostly BS, but I have known an excess of narcissists over the years. Not that I feel victimized. Wouldn’t feeling victimized conflict with the whole idea of being altruistic?
I haven’t had any alcohol in 10 days, which might explain the semi-intellectual post here. I am now suffering from overactive brain cells. I’m trying to make it until Saturday. I was going to go for 2 whole weeks, but then Mike and Kim had to go and have their fall fest, and if Kim sees me sober for a second weekend in a row, she’s going to start passing rumors.
P.S. I won the Beep NFL confidence pool AGAIN this week. Bring it!
In case you didn’t think I know my football, I won this week’s NFL confidence pool. 87 Points. OK, I only won 1 of the 2 pools I’m in. I guess I should be honest about that. I came in 1st out of 7 in the beep pool, and 5th out of 16 in the teradyne pool. I guess those teradyne folks are a little better at football than the beepers… Too bad beep doesn’t have a cash prize. But really, who needs a cash prize when you beat your husband by one point in both pools? Not me!
Two years ago I won $300-ish in a confidence pool. I came in 1st out of about 30-some people, mostly men. There was a rumor going around that I came in 1st just by using the “autopick” feature, which was so not true. I have skills! SKILLS!
Labor Day weekend was a busy one in the Geek household. Besides the 23-ish mile bike ride we took (Elgin-Algonquin on the Fox River Trail, lovely), we went to The Renaissance Faire (Ren-Faire for all you insiders) for Meredith’s birthday. That was a fairly convoluted sentence; I apologize…
It was my first trip to the Ren Faire. First of all, let me just say to the corset-wearers that there is “lifting” and there is “smushing to the point of mutilation.” I can’t give a definitive opinion here, but your boobs are only attractive insomuch as they look like actual boobs. If they look like porkchops duct-taped tightly to your chest, well… ick.
But don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t have a problem with fat chicks in corsets. I can see the appeal, really. What drives me to the point of shooting spree is the Fake British Accent. Just please hand over Myne Bagell Dogge and spare me the theatrics.
And dudes in tights. I have a problem with dudes in tights.
Jay was deeply offended by the presence of pirates at the Ren Faire and he also didn’t care for the numerous sprites and faeries. I guess he’s more of a realist, and even though pirates may have actually existed during the renaissance, they probably weren’t hanging around England. I guess pirates are pretty trendy this year, but you have to draw the line somewhere… Otherwise, what’s to prevent the Klingons from showing up?
