Monday, June 11, 2007

OH YEAH BABY! and other things I screamed yesterday...

Yesterday was a good day.

or

WOOOOOOOWHOOOOOOO! THIS FRICKEN ROCKS!

Oh yeah baby.

Oh yeah.

Yesterday, as I said, was a good day. You see we live ridiculously close to one of the oldest amusement parks in the U S of A.
Oaks Amusement Park.

It isn't the reason we moved to the neighborhood. It wasn't even in the top 10. But it's really cool right?




It's not a huge place, there aren't hundreds of rides, but there are some good ones and it has really helped me get to know my daughter better, as a person.

As a person who ROCKS.

Yesterday was one of her best friend's birthday. T celebrated turning 4 in style by inviting her friends for a fun filled day at Oaks Park. We started with a picnic.

For the first 10 minutes of this picnic the kids were content to talk to one another, climb parents like trees and throw fits in turn. Some eating did occur, K for instance ate about three bites of her sandwich but really, the only thing she ate with any gusto were the black olives I applied to her fingertips. She proceeded to chase the other girls around the picnic ground with alien olive fingers before cannibalistically dining on each one.

Then the girls were distracted.

The rides started up. Just for their test runs, but none the less they started. The train came past and at first the girls were content just to wave at the conductor as he rode by... then the chasing occurred. 5 of the girls ran after the train "Oh that's so cute" was overheard. I didn't think so but honestly my kid isn't dumb enough to chase a train, she stayed by my side staring at the others like they were some sort of heathen army she couldn't understand. Moments later the horror of the situation donned on some of the parents. The train isn't FASTER than the girls but it sure is bigger. Soon a gaggle of parents ran after the gaggle of girls running after the train.

No one was injured. I know you're relieved.

At this point it was decided that it was probably time to get the show on the road. T's dad went to get our prize, our precious, our gift for showing up... our all day ride bracelets.

Oh yeah.

(is
Barry White in your head too or is it just mine?)

While he retrieved our fantastic bootie T's mom, another mom and I went about setting up the cake. The girls immediately gathered on top of the cake, floating, hovering above it. All of them trying to find out how close they could get to it while spreading their little girl germs on the frosting and not actually touching the cake. This continued until President Reid (did I mention it was The President's daughter) returned with the bracelets.

In swift order the bracelets were passed out, the candles were lit and extinguished, cake was devoured and presents were opened.

It was time for the rides

Oh yeah

(there he was again, did you all hear him?)

At first it was all about the kids. Well no, for Ingrid (T's mom) and and I it seemed to be all about us and which of the awesome rides we could convince our 4 and 5 year olds to go on. The answer. Pretty much anything (except the
Frog Hopper, K thinks there is a special place in hell for the Frog Hopper).



After a while though, it became clear that there were certain rides that the girls couldn't go on. Not because they wouldn't, K has become quite the daredevil (she used to be afraid of even the little kiddie rides and I wondered if she had any of my genes). They couldn't go on them because they are too small. And because while I love a good thrill ride I am not all up for K to go on the Scream-N-Eagle.

I'm not old enough to have a kid old enough to go on the
Scream-N-Eagle.

No she's not

So when President Reid and one of his chronies told me they were off to the Scream-N-Eagle for a ride I did what any mom would do.

I ditched K with Ingrid, her daughter, her Infant son and her father and step mom (thank you thank you thank you).

Oh yeah

And it was off to the ride of all rides over there at Oaks Park.




Just as we arrived at the Eagle it started to pour. Fast, hard pounding rain. After moments the chronie had the bright idea to hop the metal barrier to the exit platform and stand under the umbrella. I resisted for a moment but as the rain came down harder I too hopped to barrier. He had a good idea who was I to resist? The President put his jacket on and kept our place in line like a good leader should do. It wasn't long before the teenagers on the ride disembarked and we hopped back over the barrier to secure our seats in the claw of the eagle. We were BY far the oldest people on the ride. I swear we received disapproving looks from the tweens and teens gathered around us but we didn't care.

We were on the eagle. in the claw. ready to ride.

There was some modern music playing. The other guy knew the name of the band, none of us cared for it, but almost as swiftly as the rain had lifted when we took our seats the music changed and Def Leopard's Pour Some Sugar On Me came pouring from the speakers. It was our time to go.

So when I say that we screamed the loudest, rocked the hardest and were the most obnoxious on the ride it should be no surprise.

It also shouldn't surprise you that we RAN from the ride to loop around to the entrance to ride again once we noticed there wasn't a line.

So if my voice is a little hoarse today, my throat a little gravelly it's because the Scream-N-Eagle runs on screams... and it was running well yesterday...

cause I, I am a dork.

Oh yeah.

11 comments:

Lindyloo said...

Yah... uuum....nope! I would have peed my pants. I would have had to pretend I tripped so that I could fall on a puddle to hide the fact that I had peed my pants.

Oh, The Joys said...

DORKS UNITE!!!

Bubblewench said...

OH YEAH!

mielikki said...

I'm hearing that "Oh, yeah" song from the Ferris Bueller movie. But Barry White works for me, too. . .

la said...

And to think the frog is one of T's favorite rides (although that rocking-boat ride may be a new fave).

I couldn't work up the gumption to do the Eagle, but I did decide my stomach could probably handle the Spider (why do that call it that? I can't be the only one who thinks it looks a heck of a lot more like an octopus). I remember the so-called Spider from _my_ childhood. Is it possible it's the exact same ride? Or does it just look like the exact same ride? Do rides last 20-plus years? And if it is 20 years old, should I be scared? Who cares! It was a blast.

Plus, I got to wup the President's ass on the bumpercars. Bwhahahaha.
As you can see, although the party was for T, the venue was picked for perhaps more selfish reasons. And I’m so, so, so glad you could share the joy.

Mama Zen said...

Sounds so cool!

flutter said...

look how cute! Also, now I have Barry White totally stuck in my head and oddly I feel like I must shower.

sybil law said...

Nothing better than a fun filled day of park rides!
So no one got sick?! Damn! After all that cake, you'd think there woulda been ONE kid who got sick!
K is too cute. :)

julie said...

That story would have been nowhere near as cool if Def Leppard hadn't been playing.

As a side note -- I'm totally jealous. I always wanted to go to Oaks Park. My dad lived on a boat right across the river from there when I was younger.

CamiKaos said...

LL: Yes I recall your family has weak bladders. It astonishes me the kind of information I retain. But just in case, that is the reason it’s a good idea to use the ladies room before any big ride.

OTJ: OH YEAH! We need a club for all the super hot dorks out there.

BW: You’re home!

Mielikki: Mmm bow bow.

La: I am sure you whooped his ass GOOD. K and I had an awesome time. We need to get a sitter for the kids and have a day just for us over there. I know another couple who would be totally in for it… any other takers?

Mama Zen: One of the many perks of Portland. Oregon is awesome almost any way you slice it.

Flutter: Not odd, the voice has that effect on me as well. *scrub scrub*

Julie: You’ve never been? If you’re ever up our way and you decide to go let me know, I’ll meet you over there. And I love watching the boats across the way. PS: OMG I can’t believe I spelled Deg Leppard wrong. SOOO sad. So bad.

CamiKaos said...

Julie: and then AGAIN i can't believe I spelled Def Leppard wrong. sigh...