So we went to the big amusement park Friday night by a special bus they had running. It dropped us off here under part of the Jacques Cartier bridge. That is where the amusement park lies as well. Since we got there 15 minutes before they opened, we walked around snapping pics. We noted about 20 people waiting for the park to open and that was the first sign that this night wasn't going to be what we pictured.
They had a toilet available and when I availed myself of it I noticed the sign above on the door. I think it should get most unnecessary sign of the year award. How the heck am I supposed to leave if I don't unlock the door?
I thought the play between the bridge, the light and the clouds was mesmerizing. But then I'm always mesmerized by the sky. We went into the park with about 30 people and wondered if this was going to be a washout in terms of attendance. We walked to the newest roller coaster, Goliath, which turned out to be the best roller coaster I've ridden. We sat in the back and a few others were in the front. We rode it a second time in the front right after and we were all alone on it for that run. You can kind of get the gist of the ride here. It's just a series of, I don't know, maybe 10 up and downs. But in the back you get airborne in your seat and your stomach attempts to exit your throat.
I felt a bit nauseous after two consecutive turns so we walked around a bit and a sudden shower developed over us. We chilled under an awning and you can see how eerily empty it was. At one point as we were walking around, a skunk skulked out from under a bush and scurried across our path to another bush. That halted us in our tracks alright. And it was so incongruent with our surroundings.
There were supposedly 500 people there. This meant that there was no wait for any ride and also that many of the food and beverage stands were closed. One nice thing was that all the photo selling booths were closed, you know, the ones where they take a pic of you on the coaster and then peddle it to you after.
We did find a tavern and sat down for a stomach settling martini. Later we had a poutine. In all, we rode on every roller coaster (open, one was closed) including all the biggies. I used to love love love the coasters and my brain still wants too, but then I find myself chanting "please let it be over, please let it be over" and "please don't let me vomit, please don't let me vomit" once I'm actually on the ride experiencing it. I don't know, that phase of my life just might be over. So be it.