Not so Great America…
Pete decided to take a baby like myself to a place babies love. A theme park. So we went to Six Flags Great America.
But of course!
I drove because I had a splashy new car. A perfectly turquoise (my favorite color!) Pontiac Sunfire with all the fixin’s. Pete wasn’t impressed with my amazing driving skills. I chalked it up to him being so damn old.
Our day at Great America was going quite swimmingly. I mean, who could have a bad time at Great America (that’s me….foreshadowing again….I like this writing stuff!)…it’s sooo fun here!!
I was surprised such an old man could have so much fun. He smiled when I smiled, he laughed when I laughed, we liked the same roller coasters. I was surprised his hip didn’t break.
Then we went on the old school wooden roller coaster. You know the one. It’s the coaster they have to make go backwards because it’s so damn old they didn’t know what an upside down loop-de-loop was back in the dark ages….and backwards is the only way they could ever entice anyone on this hunk of toothpicks. Oh. And did I mention…it was made of WOOD?
Yeah.
We went on that. Pete probably felt one with it. Old fogey.
But I kind of liked it. It was super tall & smooth & steady & gave me a great view of what was to come.
Then it happened.
Right at the top of the first big drop (where I was planning to fake scream just so the old geezer would think I was into this vintage toy), Pete kissed me.
Our first kiss was on top of this rickity antique excuse for a thrill ride.
However……it was quite thrilling….and so not anything I’d experienced before.
Huh. Who knew. You really can wipe the dust off something & see it in a new light.
Alright. I digress. I kid, I kid. :)
As far as amazing first kisses go, that one pretty much takes the cake.
Until I get one in a hot air balloon….hint, hint, future boyfriend (oh, did I just ruin it??)!
And that was (kind of) the start of Pete + Sara.
Talk about taking a plunge.
