Day 243: Cedar Point

Today Boyd and I went to Cedar Point, the amusement park with the biggest, baddest, fastest, coolest, tallest, etc. roller coasters. A while back we donated blood and got free tickets. Woot! We went on most of the rides, minus the spinny rides because we both would get way to sick. We went on Blue Streak, Cedar Creek Mine Ride, Iron Dragon, Magnum XL-200, Maverick (personal fave), Mean Streak (and got rattled to death!!!), Wild Cat, the Giant Wheel, the new WindSeeker (which was cooler that we thought), and Boyd went on Top Thrill Dragster. I was too wimpy and didn't go on the dragster, the 420 feet tall, 120 mph coaster that shoots you straight up and lets you drop straight down. That didn't sound too appealing to me. Before Boyd went on the ride, somebody had just barfed all over, sorry that was gross. Anyway, I decided that we are probably getting old because after the first ride, Blue Streak, both of us felt a tiny bit queasy. But overall we had a ton of fun!

Proof that we went and used our tickets! Yay!

P.S. Right after this picture our camera ran out of batteries. boo

At the end of the day Boyd, Snoopy, and I were all ready to go home.

Wanna hear a funny story?!?!?

So, Boyd and I went to Cedar Point on our honeymoon. While we were there, enjoying our day, somehow our car keys fell out of Boyd's pocket. We had a fun day and didn't notice till it was time to go home. We just rode Raptor (which we did not ride this time) and both felt a little sick. So, we walked to the car and realized that we didn't have any keys! uh oh! Both of our cell phones were locked in the car, along with our wallets, belongings, etc and we didn't have change to use a pay phone. We were both starving but only had enough money to buy Subway (so we go to Subway on our anniversary).  To make a long story short, the park actually stayed open late that night, but we were done at 6:00 p.m. We had to wait till they closed up the park. We had somehow called Boyd's parents and they were on the 2 hour drive up to Sandusky to get us. The park people had broken into our car for us so we could at least sit in it. Just as the park closed and Boyd's parents were 10 minutes away, we got a phone call saying they found our keys! Moral of the story, DO NOT LOSE YOUR KEYS AT AMUSEMENT PARKS! This time Boyd tied the keys to his shorts. Literally. He took the metal loop, and tied it to the drawstring of his shorts three times over. Every chance I got I would ask Boyd if he still had the keys (before and after each and every ride).  We weren't taking any chances today.