I’m adventurous in many aspects of life. Roller coasters are not one of them. I hate having the  bottom of my stomach drop into my toes and I hate not being in control of rapidly accelerating vehicles of any kind.

So you can imagine my horror when John finally managed to convince me and a couple of friends to visit Six Flags (horror of horrors) a couple of weekends ago. I went along on the condition that I could be the bag-lady (i.e. keeper of the bags while the crazies went riding on crazy roller coasters) with no pressure whatsoever to participate in any of the scary rides, unless I chose to do so out of my own free will!

Eventually I gave in and opted to go on the only ride I’ll do at these huge amusement parks, the Enchanted Teacups.

Well, I should have known better. Within seconds our teacup was spinning at top speed and my dear friend Marcel was there to document the whole thing (and then put it up on YouTube for you all to see.)

With friends like these, who needs enemies, right?