White Rabbit
Last year, for my birthday, Jack flew me to San Francisco and took me dancing at the Starlight Room, and I felt just like Cinderella. This year, I'm feeling more like Alice in Wonderland — though I haven't fallen down a hole, I am nonetheless exploring a new world.
So is Jack. And it's a world that's stranger to him than it is to me. He's never lived with anyone before, you see, so spending as much time together as we have spent so far this weekend, and will until Tuesday, is, well, let's just say he's got an eye out for royalty dressed in playing card getups.
Yesterday we went to Canada's Wonderland, and spent seven hours waiting in line and ten minutes riding the roller coasters. Seven hours talking, and ten minutes screaming.
There's the germ of an idea for a self-help book if ever I heard one.
I love roller coasters, but there are moments — the way-too steep first drop of the Minebuster, for example — when I would question my sanity and simultaneously feel a burning hatred for Jack for making me wait with him for the front car.
We were in line for Top Gun for over an hour; the longest wait of the day. When we were within sight of the launch pad, we noticed signs warning people to take off their earrings. One sign even had a sketch of an ear, and an arrow pointing to the earlobe. Clearly, they wanted to be very clear.
I was puzzled. We'd already been on several rides, and no others had a sign like this.
"What's so dangerous about earrings on this particular ride?" I asked.
The little girl in front of me turned around and said, a little too gleefully, "It's because it bangs your head around."
"Ah ha. OK, well, I think I'll be getting out of this line right about now," I said to Jack.
There ensued a discussion about sunk costs. Jack pointed out that I wasn't wearing earrings. I stayed in the queue.
Just knowing that I can leave at any time is really all that I need.
As the train of suspended cars pulled up and the harnesses clicked open to release the riders, I made one last inquiry of my handsome engineer, as to the mechanics of the cars.
"Don't worry," he said, "We're going to be OK. All signs point to OK."
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Defying the laws of physics and gravity comes easy to Jack. Not so dancing, however. How will he handle meeting Sass's father? Click here to find out.
So is Jack. And it's a world that's stranger to him than it is to me. He's never lived with anyone before, you see, so spending as much time together as we have spent so far this weekend, and will until Tuesday, is, well, let's just say he's got an eye out for royalty dressed in playing card getups.
Yesterday we went to Canada's Wonderland, and spent seven hours waiting in line and ten minutes riding the roller coasters. Seven hours talking, and ten minutes screaming.
There's the germ of an idea for a self-help book if ever I heard one.
I love roller coasters, but there are moments — the way-too steep first drop of the Minebuster, for example — when I would question my sanity and simultaneously feel a burning hatred for Jack for making me wait with him for the front car.
We were in line for Top Gun for over an hour; the longest wait of the day. When we were within sight of the launch pad, we noticed signs warning people to take off their earrings. One sign even had a sketch of an ear, and an arrow pointing to the earlobe. Clearly, they wanted to be very clear.
I was puzzled. We'd already been on several rides, and no others had a sign like this.
"What's so dangerous about earrings on this particular ride?" I asked.
The little girl in front of me turned around and said, a little too gleefully, "It's because it bangs your head around."
"Ah ha. OK, well, I think I'll be getting out of this line right about now," I said to Jack.
There ensued a discussion about sunk costs. Jack pointed out that I wasn't wearing earrings. I stayed in the queue.
Just knowing that I can leave at any time is really all that I need.
As the train of suspended cars pulled up and the harnesses clicked open to release the riders, I made one last inquiry of my handsome engineer, as to the mechanics of the cars.
"Don't worry," he said, "We're going to be OK. All signs point to OK."
Defying the laws of physics and gravity comes easy to Jack. Not so dancing, however. How will he handle meeting Sass's father? Click here to find out.
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