Cedar Point + Alcohol = Fun

Yesterday I found myself in a parking lot in Ohio sitting in the back of an Escape slamming bottles of Budwiser at 3pm.

Last fall when I went to Cedar Point I had what was definitively one of the best/funniest days of my life, but we were just hung over, not drunk. Yesterday we woke up at 6:30, hungover and hit the road. After one run in with the Bloomfield Hills police, we made it to the park and got 4 deep before going in. Decisions to not eat or drink water and to stay in the sun all day were great. So after our trip to the parking lot, the lines seemed a lot shorter, and the everyone slightly more interesting. Observations like Ohio State fans are also fans of jorts (JORTS!) became obvious. After getting "The Boot" from the Red Garter Saloon the obviously next choice was to ride the Mean Streak twice (No puking yay!). Of course when we went on the Millennium Force and Maverick we had to hide our boots down our pants, but that came with all the added benefits of carrying a 32oz boot in your pants. So what am I drinking out of right now? A dirty boot that yesterday was in my pants.

The good news was that Paul and I were the first 2 people to ride Snake River Falls all year.