Tomorrow, at this time, I will be on a plane on my way home to my love. I cannot help the smile on my lips. It has staked residence until further notice. As I sit here, thinking about returning, I am content. I can't fathom why I was nervous now, but somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I know why. But they are not thoughts I want to dwell on now.
I realize I forgot to post yesterday, so I will recall what happened.
I had to choose between going to the Art Museum and going to Coney Island. With the help of my pleading little cousin and promised free admission and rides, I went to Coney Island. The museum will be there when I get back. But one should always go to Coney Island when they get the chance.
C.I, as I will refer to it from now on, is a giant amusement park for your fancy. Filled with food, rides, games, a beach, a boardwalk, a stadium. Everything. It is also surrounded by a quaint little neighborhood. It's awesome.
My cousin, my aunt, my cousins friend, and I wandered around for only a short time before the kids drove us toward the rides. My aunt bought tickets and we were off.
The first ride we went on was a roller coaster. They called it "Superman" though I don't know if thats actually what its called. This ride, scared the hell out of me. And I like to think of myself as a roller coaster fan. There is no coaster I wouldn't ride. But it will be a while before I go on this one again. Basically, you stand in this interesting contraption, and when the ride starts the "lock" you in by lower a bar gently against your back. You are facing down. Yes, you have to lay down in this ride. It takes you off and you hold on for dear life while your feet dangle in the breeze as your car is zipped through curves and loops. Breath taking. Literally. My abs still hurt from tensing so much. Try flexing your entire body and screaming. For two minutes.
The next ride was called the "Steeplechase". From the looks of it before you get on, a team of horses (the cars) races around the track. Simple. You straddle the horse, and a bar presses into your back, making you arch in a presumably sexual way. At least, that's the only reason I can think of that I would need to arch my back like that. This ride is extremely fast. It whips you around the course while you hang onto the reins of the horse. There is a lot of sideways action, so you really feel like you're flying on the rack of a derby horse. You should try this one too.
We started running out of money, so we opted to jump the kiddie rides and head for the mother of them all. "The Cyclone". This one doesn't have any loops. It doesn't take you upside down. Nothing fancy. Just tight corners and gravity defying drops. It pulls you to the top casually, giving you a beautiful view of the surrounding island, the ocean, the rest of the park. And then, without warning, it drops you. About fifty feet straight down, then you zip around a corner. The momentum hurls you up another hill and down another gut-wrenching peak. This ride is not merciful. We rode it twice. The first time, we were in the front because the girls had never been on it before. The second time, we rode the very back.
I recommend that those with faint hearts stay in the front. Only the hardcore ride in the back. The attendants made sure that I, and the girl I was riding with (stranger) were made aware that we were about to get pummeled with gravity and g-forces. It was glorious. I would have gone again, but they were closing for the night.
So we went away from the flickering lights of the rides and opted for the salty sweet sea air. We ran around the beach for a while. Climbed some rocks and wrote in the sand while my aunt took a break on a nearby bench.
After that, we headed home. It was a nice evening.
Today, I didn't do much. I walked my cousin to camp, in the pouring rain. I was literally soaked when I got back. I let her keep the umbrella, just in case it was still raining when she came home. My clothes are currently still drying. I'll have to remember to grab them before I leave.
I packed, and I read smut books on my Kindle for the rest of the day. It was gloriously relaxing. But my nerves are buzzing with excitement and I know I won't get much sleep. I need to hold my Sweetness in my arms and kiss her until we're drunk. I need to hug my Pooka until he's breathless. I have pounce on my mother and squeeze the poo out of her. Haha, not literally on that last one. I need to smother my Nightmare kitty kitty in loves.
Tomorrow, I will wake up and wait in breathless anticipation until I am dropped off at the airport. I can't accurately describe my excitement to see my girl again. Oh Sweetness...
Before I get obscene about the things I plan to do to her when I get back, I'm going to go. I love you.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: My cousins think Kevin Hart is the funniest man alive. I've had to watch the same stand-up special ten times. Not exaggerating.
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