We had a pretty good day at Six Flags America today (sorry, no pictures), but I did something really stupid. We got off the Roar coaster and wandered over to one of those swinging pirate ship rides that Jared loves. The ride was running, but empty of people, and there were a couple attendants sitting at the entrance. There was no sign or chain across the entrance, which was customary for the closed rides we had seen, so we wandered through the line, only to be told that the ride was closed.
I figured that if there were attendants on duty and the ride was running, they were probably just late in getting it set up, and it would be open later in the day.
So with no actual knowledge of whether or not the ride would run, I told Jared that it would be running later.
Or from Jared’s perspective: I promised Jared that this ride was going to be running later and that I would take him on it, and that if we didn’t go on it, it would ruin the day, so this was the most important ride in the park.
Really.
So when we strolled by at 2:30 and they were closed, Jared erupted. He had been begging to go back to the Roar for the last half hour, so I thought that was the ride he wanted to go on, but I realize now that he didn’t know the ride of the pirate ship (neither do I, obviously), so he wanted to go to the roar so that he could get on the ship.
The rest of the day was downhill from there. We went on the Roar, had some Ben & Jerry’s, and left for the day, but not without buckets of tears and howls of pain.
But like I said, a pretty good day.