All I recall is that I was at a carnival, we'd had pizza about 20 minutes before I got on the Ferris wheel, and I really should've chosen one or the other, not both.
We were first in line. That was the good news.
The Ferris wheel car had time to rock gently and chug in its bumpy, jerky, up-up-up fashion as other riders got on.
That was the bad news.
There were lots of passengers--a full load--on board, which was great news for the bottom line of the carnival owner.
I'd had one too many pieces of pepperoni pizza and perhaps a large Coke, which was bad news for people at the bottom.
Slow and bumpy gave way to faster and smooother and higher and higher. My eyes began bugging out at the spinning lights against the night sky. My ears heard nothing but a cacophony of teenage screams. The ride was in control of my stomach, not the other way around. And around. And around.
Sorry ,people below; I tried to aim, but the laws of physics are what they are.
Lesson learned: There is something to be said for the order in which one is to eat, drink, and be merry.
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I'm sorry I had to laugh. That would be my luck. Trying to catch up tonight on reading blogs. Lot of interesting ones this year.
until next time...nel
I've never actually lost my lunch on a carnival ride but heights and I are not friends and I am rather well known for my desperate "let me live and I will never do this again" loud prayers!
Oh boy...not the best memory I should think and hopefully it hasn't ruined pepperoni pizza for you.
OHHH the carnival rides. Yikes. I had a love/hate relationship with them.
I commented on your corduroy post. :)
Not exactly a good memory, especially for those underneath you LOL
JO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
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