Touring the Theme Park

MORNING OF AUGUST 14, 2010

I was with friends at an amusement park that seemed to be a cross between Six Flags and Disney World. There was one ride that was similar to a roller coaster in that it ran on tracks high over the park, but it went at a slow, even pace and simply toured the entire park from a bird's-eye view.

One evening we all rode this ride and enjoyed it very much. It seemed especially nice at night when everything was lit up. We were all staying in a hotel nearby, and agreed to come back and ride this ride again the next day.

At the hotel, we all split up and went to our different rooms. I was sharing a room with a girl who looked like Mary Elizabeth Winstead's "Ramona Flowers" character from the Scott Pilgrim movie. (I had just seen this movie the previous evening, as well as having read all six volumes of the graphic novels throughout the week.)

She was wearing the generic hotel white bathrobe as she was preparing for a shower, and we were talking. We began to get flirtatious, and soon we expressed our desire for each other.

Next we're all back at the park and "Ramona" and I are trying to keep our new-found attraction secret from the others for some reason. We all wanted to ride the roller-coaster-tour ride again, but they told us it was closed.

"Ramona" and I went looking for something else to do, when a man who looked like the guy who teaches the improv comedy class I'm currently taking approached us and said he gave ground-level tours of the park as an alternative to the other ride. We agreed to go on one of his tours.

He began looking for his assistant to help him get one of his tour buses ready (these buses looked like the red double-deckers in London.) His assistant looked like another member of the improv comedy troupe, and for some reason the two of them seemed to be very eager to help us with this tour, but somehow unable to get themselves promptly organized. It became very much a Three-Stoogish kind of display of incompetence.