Had a great weekend. On Saturday, we went to 6 Flaggs Great Adventure in Agawam, MA. Pfizer had rented the park for it's employees and guests for the entire day. We didn't get a chance to go into Hurricane Harbor, where all the water slides and wave pools are because we were too busy riding all the coasters. We walked on to every ride -- even Superman -- with almost zero wait time. I had a ball! I had the best thing happen to me in the longest time there. I also had the worst thing happen to me in the longest time there as well. I'll tell you the bad part first, so I can forget it and get out of the way. We went to get on the river rafting ride and I couldn't get the seatbelt around me so I had to exit the ride! Now, I will qualify the bad thing with a few statements.
1. It was a short belt. Purge had to put his belt out to the longest setting.
2. I had NO other trouble on ANY of the other rides. The batman ride was a bit tight, but it was missing a belt and just had the hook. Whereas the next seat over, Purge's had both.
3. I've lost weight and inches. I really have! For those of you who haven't seen me in awhile, I've not suddenly ballooned up in weight. I'm the same weight I've always been in the past 3 years.
So I have always worried about something like this happening. My biggest fear in airports is not crashing, but if I'll be able to fit in the seat. My biggest fear on roller coasters was not that the operating machine will fling me off the roller coaster and into the fun house, but the fact that I couldnt get the safety harness over my hips. Now, being that this was the biggest fear I've had since I became over a size 18 and into the plus sizes. And for those of you who think 16 is a plus size: FUCK YOU, you ignorant asshole. That being said, it wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. It happened fast. I'm not the type you will make a scene if I'm at fault. I asked if all the belts where the same size and the guy said yes. I grabbed my book from Purge (Thank God I did because he got soaked!!!) and hopped off the ride waving cheerily at my friends on the ride. I had just hopped off in time because the ride started. To tell you the truth, I probably could have stayed on. The ride didn't need a seatbelt. It was just a water rafting ride, no corkscrew turns, 77 mph speeds or loop de loops. So as I exited the ride and sat in the shade with my book -- A hysterical book: Autobiography of a Fat Bride -- Ironic, no? I bought it at Barnes and Noble -- something I never do -- because I know I can get it cheaper on Amazon. But I'm standing in the store LMAO and scaring the mundanes, so still chuckling, I bought it. It's truly hysterical. Pookie's Mom is borrowing it next, but I'll keep it in rotation for anyone else who wants to read it. It's a quick read. I finished it Sunday along with Long Hot Summoning. Someone, I think UIM, gave me that book for my birthday. Chynakatt, this is the third book in the series with the talking Cat and the clean freak hunk. That was also a very good book. But she's a very Canadian author. Meaning that her references are all modern Canada and I don't get half of them. But that aside. For what it is, a very brain drain happy book, it's good. Anyway, I'm sitting in the shade with my book after my wide hips were booted off the river raft ride and I say to myself, "You can cry now." And I thought about it and decided that it wasn't as bad as I had always made it out to be. I suppose I might have been mortified if I felt it wasn't a short belt. And let's face it, no one else had the problem (that I saw) of being ejected from the ride. But I decided that I wasn't going to cry and when my friends got off the ride, they said, "Let's go get ice cream." You can do a 60 minute carb binge on Atkins, so that's what we were going to do. My weight is still the same. I'm holding strong at 14 lbs. So after I grilled Purge that no one was embarrassed for me or thought I was gigantor, I quickly forgot about it. Well, that's a lie. I didn't forget about it. But I didn't cry and I didn't let it ruin an otherwise beautiful day. I got sunburned!

So enough of that. The best thing that has happened to me in a long while came about as we were leaving the park. We went with DrE and Pookie's Mom, and we saw most of our D&D group there. In fact, we cut off Wry-an in his blue Mustang convertable to get into the park. I quickly rolled down the window and hung out it and waved. He had the Middle finger/Eff you expression you get when someone cuts you off until he saw me. Then confusion and then a big smile and a wave. So we parked next to them, but got separated rather quickly. We ran into each other a couple of times during the day. Now, I can't remember saying this in front of him, but apparently he overheard. We were walking down the midway and I said to Purge, I want you to win me that stuffed penguin. This is kind of an in-joke between us because everytime we get into an amusement park, Purge's masculinity gets insulted by the carnies and he tries these games of chance and never wins me anything. He won something about 7 years ago at the St. George's Fair. It was a little pirate bear that I named Cubby for some forgetable reason. My mother's cat Velvet liked it so I let her play with it and she literally tore the stuffing out of the bear. Purge really has never forgiven me for that. Perhaps that's the curse. I let the $30 bear get destroyed by the evil cat and Cubby cursed me to be stuffed animal-less forever. So Purge didn't even try. Even though I spent the day saying that I would settle for the stuffed turtle or the tiger. So we're dragassing it back to the car. My feet hurt from all that walking and we see something wedged into the luggage rack on top of Purge's yellow Saturn Vue. As we get closer, it's a big stuffed penguin! Wry-an's car is gone. I look around and there's a mini van next to us and I'm thinking, OK, they put it on top of our car until they got the kids buckled in and then they're coming back for it. Nope. No one was around. How cool is that? Once we got up to the car, it became apparant that it had been deliberately put there. Now, perhaps they couldn't fit him in the convertable and they'll want it back. Perhaps it wasn't even them at all. But I felt so happy that someone was nice enough to put the stuffed penguin there. It really brightened my day up because it was so unexpected. And I'm choosing to believe it was a random act of kindness.