Would you believe that I was born and raised in Pittsburgh but have never been to Idlewild Park until my FORTY-FIFTH YEAR OF LIFE?! I have no idea why my family never went here when my sibs and I were growing up – it’s only an hour away and it’s the sister park to Kennywood and apparently, at least this year, it has the distinction of being the “best children’s park in the US.” LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT, THANKS.

A really fun fact that I would be remiss to mention is that I actually could have gone here in my early twenties, pre-Chooch, when Henry’s mom organized an Idlewild outing for the WHOLE FAMILY (Henry and his kids, and his sister and her family) but I was still the outlier, the homewrecker, etc. at that time so I was not invited and instead stayed home by myself, crying, getting drunk off of Manischevitz (classy), and taking depressing goth-centric photos of myself on my digital point-and-shoot cam because this was 2002 after all. I don’t think MySpace was around yet, but LiveJournal certainly was and I would bet everything in my Cure collection that I posted those pics on there in modern “lady on a fainting couch” fashion.

Anyway, this is where we chose to go on Labor Day because Henry put his foot down when I begged to go away for the weekend.

After Henry blew a gasket in the parking lot because as usual he chose the wrong lane to get into and the person in front of required an exorbitant level of assistance, like, was the parking booth attendant guy spoon-feeding him porridge too?! And then when it was finally our turn, the attendant held his hand out of the booth to stop us because some DILDO DAD drove through the parking entrance, PARKED, and then WALKED OVER TO THE BOOTH TO PAY. Bro, that is not how this works! So yeah, Henry was spitting speckles of hatred all over the windshield and instead of being on his side, this just made me angry because I am generally disgusted when Henry gets mad and starts complaining loudly about stupid things. So, that’s how our nice family day at a little kid amusement park started, lol.

First up (after Henry had to pee of course and I admired cutie squirrels) was Rollo Coaster which was nice and docile, a really great intro to the coaster world for young kids.  The ride op was like “I WANT TO GO TO THAT PARK -THEIR WILD MOUSE IS TALLER THAN OURS” as he was checking my seat belt and I had no idea what he was going on about until I remembered that I was wearing my Shivering Timbers shirt from Michigan’s Adventure.

(P.S. The aforementioned Wild Mouse was CLOSED FOR THE SEASON for refurb so this was the only credit available for Chooch on this visit UGH.)

Then it was #carouselfie time! Chooch was chagrinned because it was his turn to take it and this is one of his least favorite things in life but JUST WAIT UNTIL HE’S LIVING AWAY FROM MOMMY AND DADDY and then I bet he will start to appreciate these little, dorky traditions. RIGHT??

This was a huge step up from that dumpy carousel at Camden, that’s for sure.

This is definitely the one that will be framed and hung on the #carouselfie wall!

After this, we walked across a bridge to the little-little kid area.

We rode the train! There was DRAMA. When the train made it to one of the stations and stopped in order to let people off and new people get on, this man pictured below in the gray WV shirt tried to walk past the caboose. “Whoa, you can’t go back there!” the train attendant, also pictured below, said.

“I dropped my hat back there, I’m just going to go and grab it,” he said it, attempting to shoulder past the old man.

“That’s restricted area! I can’t let you go back there!” the old Idlewild guy reiterated, which made the WV Dad belligerent.

“I just need to grab a hat! YOU CAN SEE IT FROM HERE!” he shouted, jabbing an aggravated finger toward a plot of grass next to the train tracks.

This went on for quite some time while the train guy was trying to get everyone off and on the train. He kept saying he would get it for him, but to please be patient. Now WV Dad’s wife was turning around in her seat toward the middle of the train (what was the rush – they were staying on the train anyway!!) to see what was going on and WV Dad literally (LITERALLY!!) said loudly, “Sorry, I’m not ‘allowed’ to get the hat. I’m getting yelled at.”

To which the train guy snapped back in an exhausted, resigned tone, “I’m not yelling at you, I’m just saying that I can’t let you go back there. We have a procedure that needs to be followed.”

It was actually the epitome of second-hand embarrassment. The way this guy was acting SO PUT OUT over being told he had to FOLLOW THE RULES. Jesus Christ.

Ofc I have a video:

He “lost” his seat because people coming on the train took it and that was another crisis. The way he snatches the hat from the old guy at the end just really boiled my blood though. Get over yourself. THIS DIDN’T EVEN TAKE ANY TIME OUT OF THEIR DAY SINCE THEY WERE STAYING ON THE TRAIN ANYWAY!?!?!? Like, bro – we were all just sitting there waiting for the new passengers to board, this took zero seconds out of your time at the park. I hate people like this. Just follow the rules, please.

Otherwise, it was a very serene little train ride, with the old train guy behind us yelling things like, “GENTLEMAN IN THE GREEN PLEASE KEEP YOUR ARMS INSIDE THE CAR” and the gentleman in question was like, 7. And we saw some cutie squirrels chasing each other. I quite enjoyed my time on the train, hostile dad and all.

BUT I BET YOU THOUGHT THE TRAIN TANTRUM REFERENCED IN THE TITLE OF THIS POST RELATED TO ME!!

I will say that Idlewild is very magical for the eyeballs. I loved the feeling of being nestled in a forest. It was very rustic and a stark contrast to the concrete jungles that some amusement parks tend to be. This place really did feel fairy tale-ish BUT overall, I enjoyed the ambiance of Story Land in NH a bit more. First of all, it had better rides.

Chipmunks! There was even a chipmunk in the bathroom with me. I wish we had chipmunks in our yard!!

Departing super young kiddie land, back into regular kiddie land aka the main part of the park. Truly, this was a children’s park and we were the only people there without young’ns in tow.

Fuck the Idlewild Emporium though! They don’t sell magnets!

Why did I agree to go on this. These rides always make me sick!!

Chooch wasn’t amused that I took this shot. (And yes, if you were wondering, I did get wrecked on this ride. Henry was watching with the other parents and said that there were only two cars on  the whole ride that were spinning and ours was one of them. Natch.)

Then we decided to see what all the fuss about re: Confusion Hill, which our beloved DAFE (Darkride & Funhouse Enthusiasts) ranked in the top 5 of the country’s best dark attractions??? Or maybe it’s specifically dark walk-thrus?? I immediately had to send a picture of the sign out front to Christina, no context, and of course they knew immediately why I sent it and were t-r-i-g-g-e-r-e-d.

“Thangs.”

They hate the word “thangs.” LOL.

Yeah, this was fine, I guess. The two Confusion Hill actors / guides were highly energized and entertaining so I will give it that much, but this is just your standard gravity hill type roadside attraction where OMG WHY IS THE WATER UPHILL?? etc. The guy actor tried really hard to get Chooch to sit on a crooked chair mounted to the wall after all the other kids left and I know he wanted to say yes but was trying to act like he was too cool for that silly gravity optical illusion sissy shit.

I required ice cream after this. Then the dad in front of me ordered a peanut butter milkshake and I was like OR DO I WANT THAT INSTEAD but it put my brain into overload (I’m fragile these days, leave me alone) so when it was my turn to order, I just got a twist cone. :(

And then had regertz. :(

Chooch is too old for babytime ice cream cones!!! He opted for A PIECE OF GUM instead. This is the COLLEGE WAY.

Henry ruined this picture.

Then we sat on a wall and ate our ice cream while Chooch complained about being bored because he didn’t have ice cream to keep him busy. I appreciated the colors of the sprinkles here at Idlewild. Sometimes sprinkles just aren’t pretty enough! But these were nice and bold and the perfect complement to a beautiful end-of-summer day. Man, I know this was one of the worst summers I’ve ever had, personally, but it still makes me sad to see it come to an end and I find myself doing that frantic scrambling that I’m always wont to do come September.

It’s just weird not taking that “first day of school” picture of Chooch on the front porch, but I guess I can take one before we leave here on Friday to drop him off in Philly.

(FML. This is really starting to hit me hard, lol.)

Then we went on the lamest log flume ever. I’m sorry, but Idlewild’s not got SHIT on Story Land in the ride department. The only thing that they do better (spoiler alert) is their Storybook Forest, which we will get to in the next post.

Oh well, tata for now.

Reporting from the other side of a weekend that was actually OK and stable. Did I cry every day? You bet, but it wasn’t uncontrollable and soul-crushing. And it was in tandem with Henry sitting next to me and patiently listening to me parse through Drew’s passing for the 87000th time and it felt calming almost? It’s just that I need to talk about it and if I don’t, the sadness and anguish comes bursting out of me like I’m Mount St. Erin.

And you know what else helped? Making progress on the Drew memorial portrait. I am hoping it will be ready to frame and hang this week, across from Marcy. (OK, the tears are spilling again but it’s OK! It’s OK. I’m OK. It’s going to be OK.)

Things to remember:

• On Saturday, Henry and Chooch went to some bakery in Wilkinsburg because Henry saw that they had orange cardamon cinnamon rolls and somehow we have become weekend cinnybun thoosies I guess, so off they went to procure the goods. They returned with a surplus though – some blondie that Chooch didn’t like but I thought was pretty good if not a bit too sweet; an apple chai muffin which was SO POTENT that it tasted like how the old Wicks & Sticks candle shop at Century III Mall smelled, I did not like it at all; a pumpkin hand pie thing which I also did not like AT ALL because of the same level of “this should be a candle, not edible” spices; a lemon cookie that was bomb; an Earl gray cupcake WHICH WAS SO GOOD but very small, and even SMALLER since Henry the oaf took half of it; and the aforementioned cinnamon roll which I really enjoyed. So, a 50/50 experience for sure.
• Keeping with that theme, Chooch came home yesterday with a pumpkin spice bottled Frappucino and was like THIS TASTES LIKE HOW JOANN FABRIC SMELLS and against my better judgment, I took a little baby sip and yep. The autumn wreath material aisle at Joann, specifically. DEEEE-sgusting.

• Yesterday, I grabbed the purse that Debby made me for Xmas last year without realizing at first that it matched my OOTD perfectly (PURRRRFECTLY??). I was just lamenting over the impending end of summer even though this summer was historically  – just a reminder – one of the worst I’ve ever had, but it still felt great to wear jeans and a light sweater yesterday!
  • This was the only time I left the house all weekend (aside from going for walks and to play tennis), and it was because I was meeting Pam at Potomac Station for Sunday afternoon coffee (although, I had horchata with a shot of espresso, FYI). It was a nice reason to get me out of the house, and we ended up having a fun chat with a guy sitting near us who was working on one of those Woobles crochet projects. HE LOOKED SO FAMILIAR TO ME. (The guy, not the creature he was crocheting.) I dunno where I would have seen him though and I didn’t want to blurt out WHERE DO YOU WORK, BECAUSE YOU LOOK FAMILIAR like the dryest pick-up line ever.

• SugarSpell Beetlejuice flava-flavs! The Lydia one is black sesame….one of my fave eastern flavors!

• Penelope hasn’t jumped on the table in months yet here she was over the weekend and we were wondering if it was because the picture of Drew was laying there. :(
• Happy things: we got some beer from Hitchhiker specifically the pumpkin thing they have currently and I got accidentally drunk Friday night! It was a fun start to the weekend – stay-at-home alcoholism. :|
• We watched a lot of Seventeen content and I think Henry finally knows all 13 members?! Also, Seventeen had headlined Lollapalooza Berlin on Sunday and it was live-streamed on their YouTube channel so we watched that together and it made me really content but also a little sad because Jun wasn’t there (he’s doing China promotions) and this was Jeonghan’s last international performance before military enlistment so….bittersweet. I hate getting so attached.

• I bought a bunch of acrylic frames (from Temu, I deserve any clowning you throw at me) and got three of them used up so far, I love the look! I think I will eventually have a bunch of them hung in the attic, who knows.

Don’t mind how filthy the table runner is – I need to swap it out with another here soon, but I like that the frames are boxy so that I can also put stuff on them like a little shelf – I love that the wedding ducks from Sandy fit on this one of our wedding license photobooth fun time!

I had to keep this bill from Sweden because it features the author of Pippi Longstocking, and now I have the perfect way to display it because you can see the back of the bill in this frame too!

<3<3<3 I bought this at the DDP gift shop, sigh.

Well, I guess that’s really all that happened over the weekend that’s noteworthy, aside from the 47875278 walks I went on. I hope that the clouds continue to part for me, preferably at a faster pace, haha. Ha. Ugh.

I scheduled last Wednesday off a work last week in an effort to siphon as much remaining quality time with Chooch-Soon-To-Be-At-College as possible. I had a bigtime bee in my bonnet about going to Cedar Point and he was a big walking UGH about this because “it’s so far away” (<  3 hours, get over it) but he eventually acquiesced because deep down, he loves mommy.

We only spent a half day there and it was A REALLY GOOD DAY (read: NOT CROWDED) but it was also pretty uneventful. So, this should be a quick recap.

Chooch and I split driving responsibilities on the way there. I had the first shift and he watched a movie on his laptop (Silence of the Lambs, which I can’t believe he had never seen before, I failed him as a horror parent) and I listened to Seventeen with full, unabashed abandon. It was a really nice and peaceful drive, honestly. (Except for when we switched driving responsibilities and I was able to look at my phone and see that Taeil had been removed from NCT because of a FUCKING SEX CRIME he’s currently being investigated for so that was fucked.)

When we arrived, the lot was barely crowded but HOO BOY for only allegedly being 82 degrees that day, it felt like 100. The sweat practically began dripping down my back almost immediately while walking through the lot. The one thing about Cedar Point is that there is really not much shade to be had.

We had a nice start to the day on Millie, maybe even one of the best rides I’ve had on that, but then we got stuck on the brake run while the ride attendants cleaned up puke from the exit platform and the empty train that was now chilling in the station. I wonder, in hindsight, if it was the broad who I saw while waiting in the station who was drinking a beer. I mean, it was nearly noon at that point so I guess no judgment but SHIT, it was so hot and I can’t imagine drinking a beer and immediately getting on a giga coaster, or any ride, on ANY type of day really. I rarely drink at amusement parks in general, honestly, but you do you I guess.

After this, we speed-walked to Maverick, which had a 45 minute posted – this would actually be pretty short on a regular day at CP but I was kind of hoping for something shorter on this random Wednesday during the last full operating week of the season, but whatever.

Well, it actually ended up being only 20 minutes!! That line flew, we never stopped moving, and 100% it was because of the lack of the Fastlane holders. That (and the fact that Maverick is notorious for breaking down frequently) is a huge part of the reason why this line is always so fucking long on a regular day. I was giving Henry updates the whole time, like, “We’re almost to the steps and it’s been less than 20 minutes!” and I hope he was sad that he didn’t have the balls to call off work. Little bitch.

Anyway, I am going to be a hater and just put this out there – I don’t really care much for Maverick. Maybe it’s because there is so much frustration that comes with it on every trip we take out there (most times we don’t even get to ride it because I don’t have the stamina to wait that long) but it honestly just hurts my head.

After this, we tried to ride SteVe but the Entrance Warden busted me trying to sneak in my fanny pack wrapped and folder under my arm and said I had to put it in a paid locker, which pissed me off because it fits in the free lockers inside the ride line and usually Henry will stick it in his cargo shorts pocket. I refused to pay for a locker, so we passed on SteVe and then I sent Henry a torrent of texts blaming this blight on him. “Tell Chooch to put it in his pocket!” he texted back, but Chooch was wearing these, I don’t know what they were, cotton leisure shorts with shallow pockets.

We decided to move on and try it again later, so we went on Gemini and sat behind Gemini’s Biggest Fan who was doing all kinds of creepy Jesus posturing and poses throughout the whole ride and I sort of felt proselytized by proxy into his branch of coaster crazies. The name he gave me was Jojo Roll, in case you need to put together a search and rescue mission one day.

After this, I was like, “CHOOCH, CAN WE PLEASE EAT LUNCH BEFORE I DIE” and he was like, ‘I’M NOT HUNGRY BUT FINE.” I was running on the fumes of a breakfast protein drink and needed solids, bigly.

But then on our way to food, we saw that the line for Wild Mouse was nearly a station wait?! IT HAS NEVER BEEN LIKE THIS FOR US! We always wait at least 45 minutes for this bitch! So, lunch had to wait.

This Wild Mouse is actually so much fun. My only gripe is that it really feels shorter than most coasters of this type!? And that even though by the time it was our turn, there were only around 8 other people in line but they still sat us with 2 other people.

I kept checking the weather app on my phone because it felt so much hotter than 81/82 degrees, honest to god.

But we got a reprieve inside the….fuck, I always forget the name of that big pavilion that replaced our beloved Spaghetti Noodle (née Wicked Twister). It’s annoying to me that instead of putting a good quality vegan/vegetarian protein option on the menu, CP bitches out by having a “Sides” meal where you can pick three sides instead of a protein FOR THE SAME PRICE THOUGH. I mean, that doesn’t seem like a great deal to me but it’s either this or go get pizza from some other place for the same price.

However, I will say that the sides are actually pretty good. That cucumber salad was DELICIOUS.

Chooch got strawberries instead of the cucumbers.

I was extremely full after eating all of this so I guess it is a pretty good deal after all.

Afterward, we immediately rode the Wild Mouse again lol. And then the atomic scrambler for our first time!?

I can’t stress how much I love the boardwalk area. They place the BEST music here. The scrambler was playing stuff that I have on my UltraLounge CDs!!

The ride op was kind of weird though. Chooch and I had to wait for the current cycle to finish – there was only one car occupied with three little girls, and after the ride ended, the ride op started yelling instructions to them on how to unlock the seat. The girl sitting next to the actual lock thing was the youngest out of all of them – maybe 6?! And she could NOT figure out what he was telling her, so then her dad was also yelling directions at her and she was getting frustrated, and then the girl furthest away had to try to lean across the other two to unlock it and the whole time, Chooch and I were saying out loud, “Why doesn’t the guy just walk over there AND DO IT FOR THEM???”

Anyway, she was crying by the time they got off the ride and even though it is in my nature to always take the side opposite a child in distress, I was actually on her team this time. That was kind of fucked up. And then I was so nervous about this lock situation that I made Chooch sit on that side so that he could deal with it.

AND WHEN THE RIDE ENDED, HE HAD ALREADY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SIDE LOCK AND I WAS LIKE, “CHOOCH, DON’T MAKE HIM YELL AT US!”

To be clear, the ride op wasn’t actually yelling out of meanness or anger – he was just yelling to be heard and was a pretty chill young guy but also apparently lazy if he couldn’t just walk around and unleash riders himself?!

End of season apathy I guess.

Magnum time!!! I think the first row of the last car is my absolute favorite.

Just me trying to make memories, etc!

Then we had SteVe redemption!! Chooch stuffed my fanny pack in his pocket and we managed to slide right past the guy manning the entrance – the militant woman wasn’t there this time and the guy wasn’t even looking at us so it was super easy. IT WAS THE SHORTEST LINE I HAVE EVER BEEN IN FOR STEVE!! We breezed past the Fastlane attendant and made it all the way to ALMOST where the line splits for lockers / non-lockers. IYKYK.

And as expected, my fanny pack fit in the locker with no issue, rolled up into a little ball. I was reading about this controversy afterward on Reddit and most people seem to subscribe to my theory that this is just another CP cash-grab, an excuse for making people pay for lockers even though free ones are available in the line when they know damn well that small waist bags fit in there. But then I also saw that the “real reason” provided by CP staff is that “straps of waist bags can slip down into the locker and jam it”?? My straps aren’t even hanging off the thing because I unclipped it and wrap the straps all the way around the bag. There is nothing dangling off.

Anyway, our first ride was in the backrow and it was amazing. Every time I ride SteVe, I’m like, “OK, forget what I said, this is still my #1.”

We cheated the system and left our stuff in the free lockers afterward and immediately ran back in line because it was still non-existent. HOWEVER. WE FUCKED UP. It is a known fact amongst SteVe experts that the line for locker users has historically been shorter than the line for people who don’t need the lockers. (The line splits into two at the “need a locker?” checkpoint – if you don’t need one, you keep going to the right. If you do need one, there is a different line on the left that you can get back into after you’re done in the locker area. This line was the old Fastlane line and it is SHORTER IN LENGTH than the other line so it makes sense that you’d be waiting less!!)

Since this time we didn’t have anything on us that required a locker, we were relegated to the right-side lane, but then I heard the people behind us – who had done the same thing as us by getting off the ride and running right back into line – ask the line attendant if they could get into the left line even though they didn’t a locker because it’s faster. The line guy just shrugged and said, “I don’t know if it’s faster, but sure go ahead.”

THEY GOT ON THE RIDE SO MUCH FASTER THAN US! I swear to god, that right line moves like molasses!! So even though it was still a shorter wait than we would usually have for SteVe, it was so frustrating to see people who were behind us in line going to get a locker, and then passing us by in the left line.

Then a new ride attendant was manning the station – a woman this time – and gave us the biggest, nastiest look of resigned disgust when we asked if we could wait for the front. She let us, but not without making us feel like the scum of the earth. Look, on a crowded day, we wouldn’t have asked BUT the queue for the front car is purposely built out to account for larger lines?! And there were only two couples waiting in that line, anyway, but go off, lady.

But yeah, back to back rides on SteVe in less than 45 minutes? Unheard of. I was so happy.

We rode Magnum again, this time all the way in the back and that was a mistake, lol. My thighs were immediately bruised. I do love that fucking ride though and the station theme music makes me feel like I could roller skate up a hill.

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Chooch wanted to leave after this but then I saw that Raptor had a zero minute wait and gave him pleading eyes, so he said, “OMG FINE” like I’m the kid in this sitch. I had to send this picture to Henry because HOLY SHIT THERE IS NO ONE IN THE SWITCHBACKS? We literally WALKED ON, you guys. Got up to the station and walked right onto the back row. Glorious.

After this, we had a beautiful ride on Gatekeeper after a station wait and I finally agreed that we could leave. Sigh. It was around 5, but I would have happily stayed until the park closed at 8 because I truly wasn’t ready to leave yet. But Chooch was like, “We did what we came to do and now it’s time to go home.” Wow OK dad.

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I thought it was fitting that Summer Breeze was playing in my favorite boardwalk area at the end of our day at Cedar Point. Sometimes I hate Cedar Point, but it was so magical on this day.

On our way home, we stopped at a nearby Biggby for some coffee and that was a weird experience watching a gaggle of young teen girls work chaotically on too many orders at once and we thought for sure ours were going to be fucked but they were both delicious and it made me sad that we don’t have any of these joints closer to home because I would go there weekly.

TO CONCLUDE: It was a really nice day spent with my kid who is leaving for college in less than a week at the time of this posting. I am so glad that I was able to take some time off work here and there to make these last minute summer memories with him. GOTTA GO CRY IN A DARK ROOM NOW, FEEL FREE TO CRY ALONG WITH ME, ARGENTINA.

Today’s big news is that I had to walk to the library and pick up the NINE (9!!!!!) books that came in all at once. This never happens! Usually I am waiting forever for a book and end up getting some lame bottom tier audio book to tide me over and all it does is make me angry.

Anyway, I had to make Henry go with me because I needed to use TWO tote bags and I wanted him to pretend like one stack was his but he wouldn’t play along.

I was afraid the librarians would give me stern looks for checking out so many books at once, but then thought, “well, they never acknowledge me so maybe they won’t notice” but for the first time ever, one of them broke the 4th wall and said to us from behind their glass, “hi guys, there’s a free jazz concert going on here if you’re interested” and I FROZE mid-book scan. (I always use self checkout FYI.)

Anyway, he didn’t seem to care and Henry was like “why WOULD they care though, they WANT people to read?!” But I swear some of the librarians there give me bad vibes plus Chooch used to always come home when he was a kid and bitch about them so I just feel very UNDER A SPOTLIGHT when I’m there if you know what I mean. And like they’re just LOOKING for something to scold me for.

Well, here’s my big boi book stack and I am so excited to be a shut-in for the next week or so to tear through these!

(The two on the right are ones I already had checked out, ugh, I’m drowning.)

Why are short work weeks always so chaotic and borderline abusive? I had a really shitty day today and gulped a double shot of apple soju as soon as I logged off. Maybe a minute before I logged off. WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE.

Labor Day Weekend went by in a blur. We didn’t do anything on Saturday except for that bakery that I already mentioned, but Sunday morning was nice because we met up with Bill, Jessi, and their friend Loretta before they left town after the RHPS con ended. I’m glad we had the chance to meet up with them if even just for a quick meal because they are seriously some of my favorite people and this was our first time meeting Loretta who naturally was also awesome. Chooch and I both immediately agreed on the way home that she had Chris Hyde vibes so it’s a big NO DUH that we liked her.

Anyway, we met at Waffles Inc downtown and their lying POS website said that there was NO WAIT and therefore NO NEED to add our party to the virtual waitlist. YEAH, MY ASS! We had to wait for over 30 minutes which is fine because at least we got to stand outside and chat but it was also annoying because we were tryna’ show our Michigan friends some good old Yinzer hospitality which maybe actually entails forcing your visitors to stand on a sidewalk in the middle of a dying city.

I want to remember that Henry’s and my breakfasts were messed up and Henry was RULL RUDE to the server about it for absolutely no reason, but I was nicer. I got some weird-ass omelet filled with honey mascarpone and topped with grilled peaches and spicy mayo!?!? I mean, I had. I had to know. It was actually pretty palatable but SMALL AF. Honestly, it might have been the smallest omelet I have ever received in a restaurant and Chooch, also recipient of a lilliputian egg splat, said the same.

The omelet itself was kind of dry too? And my blueberry toast was dry and the server never brought any butter so I’m not sure WTF was going on but I don’t think I will be returning there.

Then our checks were messed up and Henry was like a fucking Bearded Karen over it, it was SO EMBARRASSING. Actually, he was embarrassing in so many ways – the rude, gruff way he spoke to the server and then also shooting us back to yesteryear by gendering the table when observing that “the girls were on one side and the boys were on the other.” Jesus, Henry.

You know I called him out over his shitty attitude and he was like, “WHAT. SHE FUCKED UP.” and I was like, “LOOK I WAS A WAITRESS FOR ONE NIGHT SO I AM QUALIFIED TO WEIGH IN ON THIS – IT IS A HARD JOB AND SHE IS DOING HER BEST, IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON IN HER LIFE.” The point is, yes, she made some mistakes BUT SHE WAS STILL FRIENDLY AND PROFESSIONAL. If she was doing a bad job AND had a shitty attitude? Then, sure, go lodge a complaint, go hogwild on Yelp, GO ASK TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER. But this woman was not deserving of even the slightest sneer in your tone, Henry, so step off.

I apparently was more affected by this than I realized.

They’ve been posing together since Chooch was 2! I’m so happy that our long-distance friendship continues to thrive after all these years.

Sunday morning selfie with my Judy Mary coffee cup <3 I am starting to open my heart back up to things, such as Korea. (Not Henry yet, though. Obviously.)

Peenlop <3

Also, over the weekend in Seoul, Taeyang from BIGBANG had a solo concert and THIS HAPPENED:

I don’t know how Taeyang convinced him to do this, but seeing GD on stage with him and Daesung again all of these years was incredibly emotional and HISTORICAL.

NO ONE IS LIKE G-DRAGON. He will always be my #1.

On Monday, we went to Idlewild Park for the first half of the day but I will write about that separately. Then later that evening, Chooch and I finished The Umbrella Academy and hoo boy, that one hurt. I am so sad that this series is over – I loved every second of it. Even the many seconds that I didn’t understand. Five was my favorite character. I loved him so much.  I associate this with the first season, when Chooch and I do our Jillian Michaels Body Revolution work out and then watch an episode of UA. Pre-pandemic. When Drew was still alive. 2019 – I miss you, boo. You were a damn good year.

Then came Tuesday. I had my first EMDR session with my therapist and it was so hard and exhausting. When Henry saw me after, he said he could tell it was a rough one. I sobbed almost through the entire thing and felt so worn out after, like my brain actually felt like putty. I’m not sure if I’m “doing it correctly” or if there even is a “correct way” but I definitely struggled to let myself go at first. It is just so hard because my target memory is Drew laying on the floor, dying. And I have to keep going there over and over. I hope that this is the right thing for me.

And now today. Work sucked. Then I made a new header for this dumb site:

I literally have nothing to talk about anymore. Maybe someday!

Can you tell that I am desperado to pack in as much as possible before Chooch leaves for college? I really hate how the vibe of the summer shifted so harshly and how I spent so much of it being emotionally catatonic. I am trying, you guys.

Last weekend, we did a small day trip to Huntingdon, WV to collect the whopping 3 coaster creds at Camden Park. We had tossed around the idea of going here for the past several years but honestly, it is so out of the way and (sorry locals) not really worth the trip unless you’re on the way somewhere better. But in this case, we were looking for something that we could knock out in less than a day, and Camden Park finally fit the bill.

We knew that this park was going to be kind of a dump (SORRY AGAIN LOCALS) but I honestly didn’t care and was stoked to see the infamous clown signage in person finally. You know I love me some clown shit. This didn’t disappoint!

We were there on a hot ass Saturday in August. Probably every other amusement park in America was poppin’ off but Camden Park was…meandering.

My IMMEDIATE first impression was that it was like Conneaut Park in PA (RIP) but make it a bit livelier (and you know, open). There really wasn’t much to write home about aesthetically or anything, but we knew this going in. Somehow the vibes were actually worse than I expected though. Not to say we had a terrible time, but it felt strange being there. We are not what you would consider cosmopolitan or uppity people by any stretch of the imagination, and I am not trying to be stereotypin’ the peeps here, but let’s just say we definitely stood out as interloping city folk.

Henry must have been feeling at home though because he was nicer than I have EVER witnessed him being to staff and ride ops. It was NUTS. “YOU HAVE A NICE DAY!” he kept shouting at everyone and it was very disconcerting, like we had been sent to a different dimension and Henry was over-acting some weird version of himself without fear of consequence. I can’t explain it but it was on par with how jarring it was to hear him say, “YOU AS WELL” in response (OK I typed “respondence” at first, I need to be put on the Billy Madison track) to cashiers, etc. telling him to have a good day.

I was really excited to ride this and expected to leave with spine damage, but holy shit it was good! I mean, not worth going out of your way for unless you’re a thoosie or someone who keeps a spreadsheet of coaster credits, and it is janky AF to be honest. But there was an intense of pop of airtime after the first drop that was completely unexpected, and I felt like I was going to be catapulted out of my seat. It made me scream and laugh my face off. Those are elements of a good and memorable coaster experience, if you ask me.

The ride ops were exactly what you’d expect from a park of this ilk – basically the maintenance crew, honestly. Which isn’t a bad thing but holy shit, the grizzliness was in full effect here. Basically, throw down some carnival rides but make it permanent and keep the carnies on staff. They released the lap bars with no announcement (at least, none that I heard!) so the bar slammed down HARD on my wrists. I was being v. vocal about the pain I was in but Chooch accused me of exaggerating. I was not! That lap bar was heavy!

Don’t worry, I didn’t sue or anything. BUT 10-YEAR-OLD ERIN PROBABLY WOULD HAVE TRIED TO.

Camden Park also has a dark ride with a very original name. HAUNTED HOUSE. You don’t say.

Haunted House selfie. LOL my unruly gray hairs.

This guy was like if Jonny Craig had joined the carnival junket instead of pursuing music.

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Anyway, I liked it just fine but it also seemed very short? I feel like it was definitely shorter than, say, The Whacky Shack at Waldameer and maybe even the Devil’s Den from the aforementioned Conneaut.

I was so pissed that this FAFSA billboard was haunting us while we were trying to enjoy a leisurely jaunt on the rickety carousel. (Henry had some weird rapport going on with the elderly operator, btw. He was yukking it up with so many blue collareds on this day, you guys. Maybe Henry will move to Huntingdon when he retires. Or maybe he can just move there now and join the Camden maintenance crew?!

I just want to remember that we got along the whole time we were here – which, in all fairness, was only about 2 hours, lol. But if you knew my state of mind not even just over these last few months but really for almost the whole last year, you would know that getting through an afternoon together as a family without me flipping my already unhinged lid…well, it’s an accomplishment to remember.

Wow, two carouselfie versions to choose from for the wall. I made Henry move up to a different horse and take a new shot because I wanted my mint horse to be in it. God, I make such a simple, benign tradition into such a miserable process sometimes haha. (Chooch’s voice is echoing into the void: “you mean ‘always.'”)

This is that Hipstamatic filter that essentially puts age spots on skin. I need to stop using this on pictures of people lol. Anyway, this was in line for the Whip, which was also being operated by an effervescent elder.

EW WHY IS MY TOOTH CAUGHT ON MY LIP. Jesus Christ, maybe I’m the one who should retire to Huntingdon.

This amount of pictures of the Whip is uncalled for, really.

I loved this old man operator so much that I had to walk back around and get him in a picture. This place was something else.

Get a load of this sketchy-ass sky ride. That’s a no for me, Paula.

The Little Dipper was actually pretty fun for a baby coaster! The ride attendant didn’t even check our restraints LOL.

We were the first people in line and I was all set to get the last row but one of the kids behind us asked, “Are you going to take the backseat?” and I said, “Maybe, why? Do you want it?” AND WHAT THE HELL CAME OVER ME, I ACTUALLY GAVE THESE KIDS THE BACK SEAT. We took the front row so it wasn’t all that bad. I’m just really scared that I did something nice for a child.

I have looked like hell all year. My hair doesn’t even grow anymore. Anyway, this was on the Tilt a Whirl.

Conversely, I didn’t want the front row on this one but there was a group of tween girls behind us and I didn’t like how they were acting – I can picture them being bullies in the halls of some shitty West Virginia middle school and that didn’t sit well with me so when I heard them going on and on about wanting the front row, I abandoned my dreams of being a back row bitch and ran to claim the front row out from under their snobby little noses.

Then before we left, I bought some swag in the gift shop which actually offered way better merch than a park of this caliber had ANY right to. I got a shirt, a magnet, a coffee cup, and a shot glass with a clown inside of it. I also could have bought a Camden Park photo album to hold all of our precious photographical memories from the day but apathy took over and I put it back on the shelf.

And yeah, that concludes our day trip to Camden Park, where Henry turned into a local yokel and we made it out without tetanus or a fentanyl addiction. Bleak, sorry.

Obligatory “I can’t believe summer is almost over” statement. And copy/paste “How is it September already???” sentiment.

But yeah, here were are. Nearly on the other side of summer and not to be dramatic but this has been the worst summer of my life and I am happy to move away from it. Drew, I miss you. I cry for you every day. I am so traumatized. Meanwhile, a YouTube video is playing right now from an expat who lives in Seoul and I just got even more upset – what a whirlwind this year has been, for better or worse. I know that the Korea piece of the year also plays a part in my emotional turbulence because I was so happy being there and then so depressed leaving and I was still coping with those emotions too when Drew died and now I am left sitting on my couch on this random Sunday morning, with a growing lump of sadness in my throat and tears flooding my sight-balls.

In therapy last week, we decided that EMDR needs to be started sooner rather than later in order to move my traumatic loop of Drew dying into the back of my brain / long term memory, and my therapist asked me to choose a “happy place” to send myself at the end of the sessions so that if we don’t finish, I don’t leave her office in some crazed, fragmented state. I would have thought that my subconscious would send me to Korea but instead, I was sitting in the corner of the sectional in my Pappap’s den, and that makes the most sense. Korea is my happy place – sure, but it would break my brain trying to decide which part of it to insert myself, while my Pappap’s den is full of happy Saturday night TV / sleepover memories and it’s also 100% my safe place. Korea is sensory overload. Pappap’s den is soothing, quiet, warm, dark (in a good way). But thinking about this later made me realize that I am lucky to have two very different “happy places” to choose from, and that is what I am trying to focus on these days. Little things that are good and that I should be thankful for. Maybe collecting these little pieces will help put me back together.

OK, mental health check-in is out of the way. Here’s some leftover pictures, etc. from the month:

Saw these girls on the way to check on Pam’s cat last week and I had to do a doubletake because I thought it was Paris & Nicole, filming an episode of the Simple Life here in Simple Brookline. The first time I walked past them, they were standing up and one of them had her hands on her lower back and was slightly bent back like she was preparing to shoot her ennui into the sky and the other one just had a look of sheer disgust on her perfectly contoured face.

Yesterday, Henry and I drove to Freeport in order to check out a new bakery that opened last weekend, called Vivian’s. I found out about it because it’s down the street from that cafe we went to Memorial Day Weekend when Drew was still alive, and the cafe had posted about it in their IG story. I was sad coming back out there knowing that the last time we did, Drew was still alive but I know that I have to also stop doing this because it’s not helping me move on.

Anyway, the sole reason I wanted to go is because they have cinnamon knots which looked similar to the Scandinavian cinnamon rolls we had become obsessed with last summer on our coaster trip.

Thoughts:

• the bakery is small and got crowded REAL QUICK. There was a woman standing behind me who was attempting to become my earring I think, with the way she was practically resting her chin on my shoulder, she WAS SO FUCKING CLOSE. Back up, please. We are not friends. And even if we were, BACK THE FUCK UP PLEASE.
• it’s family-run and everyone was soooo pleasant, even in spite of the Internet going down and having to scramble to find ways to take credit card payments. I felt for them! Luckily, Henry had cash on him.
• the croissant was a darkhorse!! It didn’t have the traditional French croissant look to it, and I wanted to get it to just to see. It was DELICIOUS. So unexpectedly buttery and soft with crunchy ends. I loved it and am going to have to get my ass back there soon for more.
• the knot was good but not exactly the same as the kinds we had in Denmark, Sweden, Finland. I think it was because we were gravitating toward the cardamon ones on that trip and obviously those ones had a different taste. These were still good though!
• Henry got a snickerdoodle and declared that it was the best one he’s ever had, and he is a connoisseur so this is high praise. I too enjoyed it.
• the traditional cinnamon roll!!! Soooooo decadent and some of the BEST cream cheese icing I’ve ever had. 10/10 will be back.

Speaking of sweet treats, we stopped at this random convenience store after we left Camden Park last weekend (still need to recap that, I am so behind on everything in life) because I saw the DONUTS sign and was interested. I always say I’m not the biggest fan of donuts yet somehow I always find myself eating donuts.

I had low expectations.

But whoa – hello! I got a glazed and it was one of the BEST glazed donuts I’ve ever had. Henry got a “barvarian” (he always mispronounces it and it is so grating) and then we also got a maple one to share. Chooch got a strawberry filled or something and didn’t let us try it so I can’t comment on that, but the maple donut was so heavy! It was PACKED with fluffy vanilla cream and while it was good, it truly didn’t need to be filled. The actual maple donut portion was delicious and satisfying on its own. The filling actually put me into sugar shock a ‘lil bitz. (That’s how I would have said it if I was saying it to Drew.)

Yeah, if you ever find yourself in Huntingdon, WV (why, I don’t want to know), don’t sleep on these donuts. They were truly worth the stop.

Peenlop <3

I bought this matcha kit from my fave YouTuber Ur Mom Ashley and it’s been fun making matcha lattes at home!

Additional things:

• At my dentist appointment last week, some older woman started chatting me up in the waiting room and it went from talking about her PINK-brand water bottle to her brother’s ability to make jokes in any situation “for example, when my son was having brain surgery…..” to the events leading up to her son’s need for brain surgery (he is OK now!) to me loving Kpop and getting married in Korea to her fear of flying and even driving over bridges. It was crazy. We were just sitting there, turned towards each other, chatting our faces off and I was like, “Wow, is this what it was like pre-smart phones when strangers used to actually talk to each other to pass the time?? It wasn’t so bad, honestly.
• Also at my dentist appointment, the hygienist asked me if I chew tobacco!?!?!? I said, “No…….why?” and then she goes, “Do you suck on lozenges or anything?” and I said, “Yes, I like butter scotches and other hard candies…..?” and she followed-up with, “Do you typically keep them sitting on this side of your mouth?” I said yes and she goes, “OK, well….maybe move them around from now on.” LOL ok but WHY WOULD CHEWING TOBACCO BE YOUR FIRST GUESS?!!? Do I look rough?!
• Chooch and I are 4 episodes into the last season of Umbrella Academy. He would have had the whole thing binged the day it was released if it weren’t for me slowing him down. I just can’t sit for that long! Also, it’s the last season and this is one of my favorite TV shows so I’m trying to savor it. As usual, I have NO IDEA what is going on but I love it so much.
• Aside from walking, I haven’t been able to exercise since Drew died. Working out every day was such a routine for me, something I never really thought about, and now I am just in NO SHAPE because the thought of laying out my mat on the floor even remotely near where Drew died makes me hyperventilate. We have been talking about that too in therapy. I thought that maybe if I tried to do either some different exercise or maybe something that I haven’t done in a long time, that would help. Also doing it in a different section of the room. So, Friday I tried to do the old Kukuwa African dance workouts that I had started doing in the beginning of the pandemic and so far it has been OK because I don’t directly associate this with Drew like I do Grow With Jo or Give Me Five Thailand, or even MadFit. Definitely can’t do Jillian. Trying to ease back into a routine and even just typing this has me gagging on my ugly tears, I am so fucked up.  But anyway, I know I must have really been out of shape because I am so sore today.

I hate feeling like this.