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fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

get up ... it's time for roller coasters.


Sunday, Apr. 20, 2003
we'd been planning this day off for two weeks.

we wanted to make the best of the day, and so explorer and i took on our easter salutations as necessary, hopped in the car, and headed to san antonio for some fiesta texas fun.

it rained a bit, and so we had bbq and walked around and i had to buy a pretty lame superman tshirt to stay warm. then it was roller coasters and spinny rides until we felt like we couldn't really walk anymore. so on to the photo booths and face painting. i don't think either of us had had a day this liberating in a while. for the entire day, we were in an amusement park world, and we tried our damndest to make it our own.

as we passed the "breakfast lunch dinner jerky" billboard and stopped at the gas station with her face a peacock and mine a butterfly ... we both realized that we needed this. going too fast, taking sharp turns, sometimes, you need to do it just for ... well ... for fun.

:: 11:49 pm ::

now playing ... nothing.

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