I used to ride roller coasters a whole lot more when I was a kid. Probably because I wasn't aware of my minor propensity towards motion sickness, my fear of heights, and the fact that I wasn't pounding back a triple zombie the night before at that age. At any rate, John dragged my ass to Six Flags Magic Mountain to ride some of the most horrifying and violent coasters in North America. Some pics of the monstrosities can be found here.
This morning I woke up OK. I had a good 7 hrs of sleep, but I had that fading alcohol taste in my mouth still. John tossed me a left over brownie, and we were off to Six Flags Magic Mountain. After the first coaster, The Viper, I was OK, but the huge drop and high banking G turns of the GOLIATH put my relatively successful hangover recovery back. I was starting to taste The Zombie: An Evil Drink that John ordered for me the night before which had mainly rums and other hard liquor, oh, and a bit of juice. Because it was a triple, take some juice out, add three times the alcohol.
For the remainder of the rides, I felt it necessary to close my eyes to temper my fear of heights, and the annoying pounding headache.
John managed to drag my ass through seven coasters including the ultra violent Batman and Riddler rides. Then finally, I had my ass shot zero to 100 in 6.6 seconds, and up about 400 feet in the air at Superman - The Escape. He has a video of my horror at his blog.
Afterwards, I was beaten up and begging for mercy. If I wasn't hungover before, I was hungover now. I think I'm good for another decade for coasters. Even though he thinks I'm a sissy, he'd be the weird loner guy riding the coasters himself if I didn't go with him 😛