Why do we say yes to these kinds of things?
Let me tell you about our weekend.
Friday was an extremely busy day for both of us. Moose's deliveries are getting really busy right now around the holiday season and I had a pep assembly to run at school. I don't even know if words can explain how busy the day was, but I'll move on.
After school and work on Friday, we ate dinner, went to the mall, then came home and went to bed at about 8:30. Our alarm clock rang at 11:30 that night, we got up, got ready, and drove across town to Cimmaron Memorial High school.
Why, you might ask? We got roped into chaperoning the KEY club trip to Magic Mountain because the actual advisors from my school couldn't go.
The entire event was one of the most disorganized things I have ever been a part of. We were supposed to meet at the school at 1:00 am. They put 1100 kids into different parts of the school and made them wait there for 2 hours before they let us on the busses. Why? Really no reason - they were just disorganized. After all 24 charter busses were loaded, we headed for California. 12 busses at a time stopped at the McDonalds in Barstow. Since it was so early in the morning, McDonalds was the only thing open and you can imagine how crowded it got.
We got back on the busses and drove the rest of the way. When we got there, all of the other advisors had this piece of paper that was a ticket purchase confirmation - I was given nothing. I asked the KEY club president why and she told me that our school banker didn't actually send the money in, so we all had to buy our tickets at the gate. HOWEVER, the people in charge wouldn't let my kids (21 of them) get off the bus until they had their tickets in hand. SO, Moose and I had to get $23 (which is how much the peple told us they cost) from each kid, walk all the way to the entrance gate, buy the tickets and walk all the way back to the bus. WELL, when we got to the front gate, we found our that the tickets cost $23 if you bought them ahead of time, and $27 if you bought them at the gate - and they only took cash. Clearly, we did not have enough money. Some nice people who had extra tickets sold us some at the $23 price and then we pitched in what we had brought of our own money. We went back to the bus, got $2 from every kid to re-imburse ourselves and then we all finally got to go into the park.
After all that hassle, we were in the park from around 10:30am-6pm. In all of that time, we were able to ride 4 rides because it was so crowded. The first ride that we went on was totally worth it - it was called Tatsu and it was the scariest ride I have EVER been on.
At 6pm, we got back on the bus, drove back to Vegas, got to the school at midnight, back to our apartment around 1 and slept like babies.
I think we need experiences like this to remind us that we are NOT all that young anymore. I feel like I've been hit by a mack truck. Oh well, thank goodness it's over.
The pool :-) The lounge chairs are usually a little more inviting than they look here :-)
Who knew that palm trees don't hold up so well in the snow?
