Oh crap - turns out I will be 30 soon. I got my hair cut today because the rest of me will go to pot tomorrow. Maybe my hair will sustain me - I'll be like John Stamos. Though if I even have any hair when I get up it will probably be gray.
Tomorrow I am off to Dorney Park. I wanted to find a water park on a pond or lake. They had some back in Ohio and they were awesome. Zip lines into the water. Rope swings. Those giant barrels you run on trying to dump everyone else off. My favorite was the rings you could try to swing across the whole pond on. One of my more embarrassing moments as a kid was on those. We were on a 15 minute break while they checked the water for dead kids. I was at the front of the line for the rings with Matt, Frank's brother, behind me. I thought I heard a whistle and asked Matt about it. He said that was the sign we could go in again.
Off I went on the rings. I was about halfway across when I realized all the yelling was the life guards telling me I wasn't allowed in the water yet. I had lost my momentum hanging out to figure out what was going on. There I was, a dead hang with everyone watching me. I couldn't get it swinging enough again and was getting tired. Maybe I can just hang there until I was allowed in the water again.
But I couldn't. What an embarrassing swim back to the shore.
What was I talking about again? It really doesn't matter I s'pose - I'm about at the age where my stories don't have to go anywhere or have a point.
So wish me a happy birthday already! In the mean time I need to go find some actual food. I had breakfast at McDonald's, lunch at Taco Bell, and dinner at California Tortilla. And I'm sure the food tomorrow will be top shelf. I guess this is how I begin letting myself go.
