Once we arrived, we sunscreened, and went through the ticket and metal-detector lines. We could see
I had a lot of fun. Not only was
I managed to win myself a (small) stuffed animal on the boardwalk, too. We had wandered past the Guess Your Weight or Age booth. They had three options, actually - birthday within two months, which doesn't seem like a very good bet to me; age within two years; or weight within three pounds. Well, I would have been curious to see what he would have guessed for my age, but not curious enough to pay five dollars for it, since I think my age finally caught up with my appearance. However, I don't think anyone's ever guessed within three pounds of my weight without prior knowledge. I'm lucky enough that my build hides roughly twenty pounds, so I never look quite as heavy as I actually am. On the other hand, I think this guy also low-balled his guess, so as not to risk offending me, figuring that just taking the loss would be good for business. Turned out in the end that he was off by about fifty pounds. He'd guessed my target weight, not my current weight. So, I have a cute red froggy that needs a name.
Some other highlights of the day: the swings, always. Whee... There was the well-built guy in the line, whose girlfriend caught me explaining to
I spent most of yesterday recovering. I was tired and sore and drained, and had a headache that kept getting worse, at least until the evening when it occurred to me that I was probably still dehydrated. Watched some TV with