Ok ok, so it wasn't so much about relaxation as it was about Travis and I being kids again. We had a lot of responsibility on our plate lately (not just baby, but family issues, work issues, etc etc) and we felt that if we were going to go somewhere for one night, I want it to be somewhere we could forget about everything....AND get a funnel cake. Unfortunately, my crystal ball wasn't working those two days, or I may have passed on the whole thing altogether.
We made good time traveling up there, and for once...ever?....we found our hotel with no major glitches. Since we arrived pretty early, we planned on spending the entire day spinning and whirling and twisting and turning until they kicked us out of the park around 10pm. But come 2pm, my husband was so twisted and whirled out, he could barely stand. He has never been one to suffer from motion sickness before (obviously, or Six Flags may not have been the destination of choice...) so this caught us by surprise. In an attempt to keep him from throwing up the slice of pizza we spent $14 on, we went in to see one of the shows in the auditorium, which was airconditioned. Never has there been as big of a waste of strobe lights as this show. It was a little like putting Britney Spears, a monkey, and that guy who sang "She Bangs" on stage with a few shots of tequila in them. But, I love my husband, and I didn't want to turn in my FlashPass quite yet, so I suffered through the entire hour.
So we wandered some more, though his stomach still couldn't handle any rides. We called it a night around 6 and headed back to our hotel, where I came upon disappointment #2. I forgot my swimsuit. Now this probably ended up being a blessing for everyone else in the hotel lobby, but I REALLY wanted to sit in the hot tub. Like, really really badly. *sigh*
Next day, we stop at every Nike Outlet store we passed on the interstate so that my husband could find a pair of baby Jordan's. I'm not sure what sparked this seemingly impossible quest, but the last stop we made (at the Aurora Outlets) we found the Holy Grail. AND they were clearanced! Perhaps our luck is turning around?
NOPE. 30 miles from home, going 70 miles an hour, my rear driver's side tire exploded. It didn't go flat, it didn't lose air, it burst as though we were victims of a roadside bombing. Luckily, no one was near us and my husband managed to control the car enough to pull it over. His ability to change that tire to the spare in less than 20 minutes just confirmed one of the reasons I married him....because I am absolutely helpless when it comes to car repair. Had I been alone, I probably would have sat down on the shoulder of the road and sobbed. Come to think of it, I did that anyway.
SO we puttered back on our spare and got a set of new tires (which costs roughly about the same as two funnel cakes at Six Flags), picked up Lainey, and went home. Not exactly how I would have planned it, but when do things ever go the way you planned?
