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i know i know, it was almost a week ago. sorry–been busy with work. busy with busy work–uh working. right.

yeah so last week natty and I along with friends melanie and Jon went to Hersheypark (always one word for some reason) in Hershey PA. now that time has passed i dont’ remember the play by play, which i’m sure will tear you all up inside, but you’ll continue on, somehow….

anyway, it was a fun trip, albeit way too expensive. I can’t tell you the simple joys i got out of 4th grade style ‘we’re on the hershey highway’/'look at all the kids–are then called hershey squirts?’ style jokes. I was a joy to behold.

in the end we went on several roller coasters. all were fun in their own ways–we spent way too much money on bad food, and bad in the ‘not good for you’ sense, but rather bad in the not prepared well and has no taste sense. but such is life.

the real meat of a post about such a place, lies of course, in the interaction with the masses. the loud, fat, sweaty, stinky masses. what a gold mine of people watching that place was. i feel like a place on the boarders of ‘dutch country USA’ might provide something of a interesting cross section of non urban (and by that i mean white) society. it sure didn’t disappoint. some top line observations:

• it’s sorta neat to see the convergence of a 15 girl dressed all slutty walking along with her mother, who is also dressed all slutty, but slutty for 1988. wonderful
• just because you’re so fat that you need to ride around on a mini scooter, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat a 9 dollar, 2 lb. bucket of french fries—right?
• don’t worry, the stroller you keep ramming in to the back of my legs, it’s not made of hard plastic and metal or anything…i can’t feel it–strike that, i can feel it, but i LIKE it.
• if i’m getting off a ride, and you ask me, “how was it” and i were to say “it really sucked” would you not get on the ride, even after waiting for 2 hrs?

prolly the most interesting thing was the manner in which the management had to dance around telling super fat people that they could not ride the rides, because, well, they’re superfat. i have a little photo expose on my new all inclusive moblog.