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The town I visited, in southern Russia, was built around a rather large park. Really, the park was unbelievably huge. And I don't think anyone really mapped the whole thing out. There was always something new to find there. Luckily, you couldn't easily get lost. If you took a path long enough, eventually it would lead you out of the park. We'd passed the amusement park several times before we decided to give it a go. That was our first and last time to a Russian amusement park.
There were four of us. Den, I, S, and I. Ok, that last sentence looks very confusing. The first "I" is my cousin's initial, the last is me. At first, we had fun walking around through the park. It was very much like going on the boardwalk down at the shore. Rides, games, food.
Then I suggested going on a ride. There was one that sat two to a car and spun you around like a centrifuge. Den was vaguely worried about motion sickness, but I mocked his manhood and told him it was only a few minutes anyway. We got on. It was me and I-- another confusing sentence, huh?-- in one car and Den and S in the other. We sat on opposite sides of the ride. We were the only four on it. The guy started it up for us and weeee!
We spun and spun. And spun. Then we spun some more. Then I started to feel a wee bit queasy. And we spun some more. I looked over at Den. He wasn't looking too good. I'd never seen anyone actually turn green before. This started the giggle attack. It got worse when I saw that the guy controlling the ride was reading a book and forgot all about us.
I and I-- I sound schizo, don't I?-- pretty much lost it when Den began to frantically wave down the bookworm/carnie. We were hysterical when he began leaning out of the car and shouting at the booth containing our neglectful ride controller. I nearly puked from all of the laughing I did. And the spinning. Let us not forget the spinning.
We eventually got off the ride. I think we were on it for 10-15 minutes before he remembered us. I nearly fell off the thing, I was so dizzy and weak with laughter. Den collapsed on the ground and put his head between his knees. This, of course, set off more giggles.
When he could eventually lift his head, he gave me the dirtiest look ever and told me to never talk him onto a ride ever again. I offered to buy him an ice cream as an apology and he very nearly yakked on me. I decided that maybe food wasn't a good idea. I treated him to a few games instead.
Hey, he can't blame you - it was a giggle loop. You know when one things starts you giggling and then it just grows and then everything becomes funny. Giggle loops are serious things and can't be controlled once they're started!
I had a giggle loop in the middle of a huge wedding once, it was horrible, I started thinking about how funny the bridesmaids looked in the hideous purple dresses and then it just grew..
Edana — 22 May 2005, 06:57
They get worse when I'm tired. I get slap happy and giggly.
Erratic Prophet — 22 May 2005, 18:41
It's funny, i never think of Russia of having fun things for people to do. That's the media for ya.
Michelle — 23 May 2005, 03:23
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