Jul 15 2010
Big Butler Fair, Part 4: Ride Round-Up
The morning of the fair, I panicked a little about what to eat for breakfast. I knew that I wanted to ride everything, all the day, all the time, possibly two rides at once if Alisha was bringing her cauldron and spell book. But I didn’t want to wind up puking like Blake did that one time. In the end, I eschewed the hemlock-laced trucker’s breakfast Henry was plating inside a tire, and wound up forcing down a small bowl of cereal instead.
“Let’s pace ourselves,” I said as we entered the gates to the fair that day. Ride all day passes were $20 (ours were $15 because Alisha bought them online before July 1, she’s such a savvy coupon clipper) and I wanted to be sure we woke up the next morning with safety-bar grooves indented into our flesh and a gaping anal wound, a good sign of us getting our money’s worth. But that wouldn’t happen if one or both of us wound up disgorging our breakfast and life matter after three rides.
We had our favorites, that’s for sure.
- Mind Blaster: This was more Alisha’s jam, but I think what she really liked were the exaggerated faces of horror I flashed toward her during the ride. I have two things fighting for ‘least favorite’ position: a) it’s too short of a ride, and b) all three times we rode it, I wound up sitting next to an empty seat and getting pelted by the unbuckled seat belt. So instead of bracing myself against the collarbone-cracking oscillations, I was too busy shielding my kneecaps from whipping belts.
- Freak Out: Oh, this ride is a hobofucker! For our inaugural trip, Alisha and I were the only ones riding it.
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It wasn’t so bad at first! Kind of like riding on a giant backyard swing set. But then I realized it was only swinging back and forth lethargically at first because it was gaining MOMENTUM and suddenly we were shot up into the sky. I guess I didn’t pay much attention when we were spectating from the ground earlier, because I failed to notice the point where it pendulates you up so high that your back is parallel to the Heavens and your face is staring point blank at all these things that seemed so harmless when you were on the ground but now they are nothing more than death instruments and now suddenly you’re wishing there were more concession stands over by the Freak Out to better your odds of landing on a trampoline of Kool-smoking muffin tops. You better believe I was screaming like I had Bieber Fever while playing keep away from Ben Roethlisberger’s protruding dick in the bathroom of some shitty Georgia night club. In fact, my screams were of such Tobe Hooper audition tape quality that the ride began to slow down. “I think I made it stop!” I laughed to Alisha, who had kept an empty seat between us in case one of us began to bleed out. “What?” she yelled over pulsating club beats of Usher. “I think I made them stopppppppp—-” and then that motherfucker sped up again in a DIFFERENT DIRECTION and let me tell you, the first round was basically when your brave boyfriend is feeling out your asshole with the tip of his cock. There’s pain, but then you’re like, “Well, this isn’t too bad I guess” and then he plunges right the fuck in with the whole goddamn shaft, giving an entirely new meaning to the experience. There was one point, as I was flung backward, where I saw my bowels exit my body and suspend in a frozen Karate move in front of me. I had a cold sweat when the ride was over. BUT IT WAS FUCKING GREAT, YOU GUYS! Just like anal.
The Zipper is too awesome for bullet points.
Alisha had never been on the Zipper before and I was so excited to corrupt her. I got Henry to go on it once. He wasn’t really paying much attention I guess when we stood in line because he believed me when I swore, “Oh, this doesn’t go upside down.”
Alisha and I hate our lives so much that we rode it three times that day. The first time, I spent the entire ride fucking with the camera, trying to figure out how to get it to record. This meant that I wasn’t holding on. There are two ways I know this:
- Alisha kept screaming I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE NOT HOLDING ON.
- I slammed my head off the metal grating of the cage enough times to do some damage, which I think is why I tried to eat my porridge out of the commode the next morning.
And then something absolutely horrific happened. We’re suspended something like A LOT of feet in the air, smashed into a cage that’s spinning faster than Sybil on sugar cubes, when something FELL.
All I knew was that it was orange and it was a vital piece to the safety latch of the cage, thusly, we were frozen Looney Toon-style, mid-air, waiting for Satan to snap his fingers.
I’m screaming, “WE’RE GOING TO DIE, WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE, THIS IS IT!
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HOW I’M GOING OUT, I HAVEN’T EVEN EATEN SUSHI OFF A NAKED BITCH YET” and then as I paused to swallow a gulp of Butler County air, I caught the tail end of Alisha yelling, “—my fucking phone! That was my brand new fucking phone!”
Oh how I embraced life at that very moment. I laughed like Alisha’s phone was a fucking double rainbow and then sobbed a little and then laughed harder.
IT WAS JUST HER STUPID PHONE! Not the world’s orangest bolt. Unfortunately, Alisha didn’t share my same relief because she had just literally got that phone the day before. I was able to clamp it down under my foot to ensure it didn’t get ejected from a carnival ride that makes the Iron Maiden look like a foot massager. So then my trip on the Zipper became REALLY fun and purposeful.
My foot actually cramped from the urgency of which I was pinning down her phone.
Alisha said the second time we rode that other asshole ride, Freak Out, the guy next to her was texting the entire time. I don’t think I would have been able to save his phone too.
I like this photo because you can see Alisha holding on for dear life in the reflection of my sunglasses; meanwhile I’m like, “Just another afternoon on the yacht with Brody Jenner and Kristen Cavalleri, ya’ll.” I hate this photo because it was taken with the SHITTY CAMERA, you guys. I promise, I have a nose. That Leno chin is real, though.
The second time we rode it, I recorded the entire trip. It’s over three minutes of me swearing, screaming, and saying “Oh my God” in a way that was meant to be filled with crisis but came off sounding like I’m orgasming. This particular go-around felt much more violent than the first one! There was one point where our cage somersaulted a good 10-12 times with no relenting.
“That’s what sex must sound like on a crashing plane,” I muttered to Alisha as we stumbled out of the cage and crossed ourselves post-haste.
Alisha, on the swings with her precious phone that I basically died for.
We rode one last time before we left, because KIRK was at the helms and I kept promising we’d be back to bunch up our lives in his hands like cum-covered panties.
Oh my god, this was me after riding the Zipper at the same fair in 1998! And I keep coming back for more torture. There’s a term for that. I think it’s called “Katy Perry fan.”
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Good Great Awesome!!!!!! This made me laugh a lot and that’s not easy right now because according to my friend my brain is swollen and I do feel a little retarded.
Why is your brain swollen?!
I felt a little retarded writing this, so maybe that’s why you liked it!
I don’t know why it is, but I get migraines and my friend said that because my eyes dialate un-evenly then it means brain swelling. It is sucky, I am falling apart.
BTW, I forgot to tell you your so fucking brave!!!!!!! Some of those rides are scary.
Oh my god that was such a fun day! And I had tears in my eyes reading this…maybe because I’m sad that it is over..or maybe because I was traumatized again by the Zipper…the world may never know.
It really was! But don’t cry, fair maiden – that was only #1 of FIVE FAIRS! Plus Lakemont. Plus another park out by Lakemont that has THE WACKY WORM OMG.
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OHHH…and remember how they kept making random little kids sit between us?!
ha, I love the descriptions of some of these rides…especially the Freak Out. I feel like I’m there! The important thing is…did you save the phone? That’s some pretty quick thinking on your part when flying around on a ride like that. I’m impressed!
I’m glad you asked about the phone because it reminded me that I forgot to put a picture of her and her stupid phone in this post, lol!
Yes, I managed to save it. She owes me!
I love the fair too. I was hoping that you would post some of the “exaggerate faces of horror” though. :( Sounds like fun!
Hi Tracy! I’m sure Alisha wishes I had posted some of those, too.
Thanks for doing the follow friday again!
What a great post! I love carnivals but I don’t love the rides so much anymore. I love the “fair” atmosphere!
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Melissa!
Fairs are worth it for the food alone!
You’re the only one I know that can equate roller coasters with getting effed in the a so eloquently.
Yes! I take pride in that:)
Yep, anal sex and Freak Out seem to be the perfect comparison to each other, well put.