Are You Kidding Me?

I used to love roller coasters when I was younger, but have grown to hate them over the years. Mainly because the last time I was on one, I couldn’t breathe. Maybe it was the freaking out factor, but ever since then I haven’t touched one.

Until our last full day in Vegas.

My sister wanted to ride the roller coaster at the New York hotel and was going to do it whether I went with her or not. I didn’t want her to go by herself, cause then I’d feel bad, so I went with her.

The worst part is the long journey headed up the hill, not knowing when the hill will end and you will finally be coasting over it. Of course, when we went down the hill, I had that not-breathing feeling again, but it passed quickly. I think it passed quickly because I was hearing this new ‘death scream’ come out of my sister again.

I started laughing so hard, not even paying attention to the hills and curves and turns from the roller coaster. All I could focus on was her death scream. Sometime during the ride, I asked her why she was screaming like that and she said she was scared. This coming from a person that just went skydiving.

So anyways, I finished the roller coaster ride crying…not because I was afraid, but because I had been laughing so hard at my sister. I even managed to pose for the camera that takes our picture during the ride.

After it was over, I wanted to go on it again, so we did. This time we weren’t strapped in as securely as we were before, so it was a pretty shitty ride.

I ended up with bruises on the tops of my shoulders and the sides of my jaw. Plus, I missed posing for the camera and got this really embarassing shot of me screaming my head off.

No, I will not be posting it,…it’s just too hideous.

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