Remember Shadowcliff's? That little waterslide park off of Stanley? Of course you do, unless you have blocked it out of your memory like I did. I had the unfortunate circumstance of going there with my cousin who is staying with us for a while today, and my god, I have never been in a greater hell.
First of all, I was the fricken OLDEST person there, I can even safely say that I had the biggest boobs there (!), but nevertheless, little twelve year olds poked and proded at me with the dumb-ass little matts that you slide on, cut infront of me in line, and even gave me the finger.
For an hour and fifteen minutes, we only went on four waterslides. We had to wait in the blistering sun, in line, with kiddy-chatter ringing in my ears at a very high volume. Besides hiding my chest from chubby little mexican boys, the only thing left to look at were the lazy, burnt brown 16 year old girl lifeguards slathering themselves with SPF 4 tanning oil, not paying attention at all. A lawsuit waiting to happen! And let me tell you, big kids go down fast. I scraped up myself being torn back and forth from the ghetto waterslides, spinning backwards and being spat out into the burning chlorinated water.
So, I consider myself a saint today. I stepped up and went to those nasty waterslides, hoping for the best, but knowing, bravely, what I would be up against. At least I got a tan.
Yesterday we went with my little cousin to SF and saw the golden gate bridge and stuff, which was nice. We also stopped in Salsalito, which is beautiful. We went to a unique cafe and I sipped on coffee by the mug and marveled at the view of the city. It felt like I was in Europe or something, and I wanted to keep the moment. I became suddenly inspired, relaxed, and could not help notice the two sunbathing European guys laying out by the rocks (Ow!). I figured that I'd move to Europe and just have a bunch of good-looking lovers, who would never mean a thing, and I would live without doubt, but always have someone to hold on to.