We spent Halloween at The Point, participating for the first time in Halloweekends. And it was fun! And cold! And fun!
And. I’m not 20 anymore (no shit, I know). Holy smokes, I’m not bendy enough to fold myself up into those contraptions they call rides.
And? While I was always a fan of the spin-me-round-and-round rides, after the trifecta of The Troika, The Matterhorn and the Himalayan, I was nauseous. I needed a carbonated beverage and a time-out.
And? It was quite frightful after 7, when the ghouls and the smoke making machine came out, and it was eerie and things jumped at us in the night. I screamed.
And lastly? We weren’t complete old-fucking-duds, we did ride a few coasters, and even more spinning rides despite the roiling in my tum-tum. So suck it, youngsters . We know how to par-tay. As long as we’re home by ten.