I forgot that I made plans with Patrick for Saturday-we were planning to go to Cedar Point Amusement Park in Sandusky, OH (about a 2 hour drive from Ann Arbor). Cedar Point is a huge amusement park that has been rated the "best" seven years in a row. Patrick has been dying to go for the last two years, but never had the chance. So we made plans to go for the Halloweekend theme. Of course, I don't put this in my Palm Pilot (yes, I finally succumbed to technology) and so I forget that we made these plans. Bad Becca. Because I forgot about this, when Nate and Adam invite Patrick and I to the Michigan vs. MSU tailgate (extremely big rivalry game) they are throwing, I say sure. Keep in mind that neither Patrick or I had tickets to the game. I see Patrick and tell him about the tailgate I have committed us to and the look on his face reminds me of a little kid who had his favorite toy taken away and then had to watch as it was crushed into tiny bits. He reminds me that I promised him we would go to Cedar Point. I feel like an ass for breaking my promise, and promptly back out of the tailgate.
So, we go to Cedar Point yesterday. And it was a lot of fun. We got there at about 1 pm and left at about 11 pm. It was REALLY windy, and so a few of the rides were closed down for a time, but we rode the majority of what we wanted to. It is large enough that you really need more than a day to ride all the rides and see everything. We were so exhausted when we got back at 2 am that we went right to bed and didn't wake up until 10 am (keep in mind that this is also the morning after the time change, so really it was 11 am when we got up this morning).
Today, I went in search of formal attire. Unfortunately, I got a little desperate when I couldn't find anything that would not look awful on me and I bought a pink fuzzy sweater. At the time it made sense that it would work well with a black formal skirt. Granted, I looked like I was wrapped in cotton candy when I had it on, but at the time, I had just spent 4 hours looking for something decent (something that didn't look like it belonged on a beach, in the bedroom, or on a Las Vegas showgirl). Well, I brought this pink fuzzy concoction home and tried it on for Patrick who was not too impressed. I should have dragged him out with me in the first place. So tomorrow the pink cotton candy sweater goes back to the store. Did I mention I hate trying to find formal wear?
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