June 30: Gwen and Chad, Giant Dipper
Photo © Gwen Harlow
That man is absolutely terrified of rollercoasters. I can't even tell you how much and I almost always get a bit or more pissed off whenever we go to the amusement park because HELLO, YOU ARE NOT EIGHT and I really, really, really love rollercoasters and in all those daydreams I had about me and Shaun Cassidy? We were holding each other and shrieking with laughter as we rode the rollercoaster at Magic Mountain over and over, and now I have a real-life boyfriend who's a million times better than those dumb little pre-teen fantasies except he won't go on the MF-ing rollercoaster with me.
The charm about Chad is that once in awhile he'll agree to go, just once, let's be really clear that it's just this one ride and don't expect that next time we're at the boardwalk he's going to do it again, let alone tonight, but he'll go, and we walk up to the ticket booth and spend $9 on a pair of one-ride tickets and stand in line and climb into the car and he turns to me, white-knuckled and all the blood drained from his face, a moment before we careen down the track, and asks where it is they take the picture because he doesn't want to look so scared this time because it's a little embarrassing and god, I love that man sometimes, you don't even know.