Kennywood

Noah, Matt, & I went to Kennywood last night for Italian Day.

I had a great time. My once a year visit is enough though, it lacks the childhood fascination it once did. Where in 4 hours is quite enough for me now it would never have been enough for 'Little Raymie.' When I was a younger lad I would try and get there as early as I could and stay as late.

I was thinking last night that not a whole lot of cities have their own amusement park that isn't corporate run, or a chain of theme parks. The only one I can really think of is Coney Island. Kennywood is slightly bigger than Coney Island I believe.

I couldn't get my seatbelt buckled properly on the Pittfall, so the attendant came over as I swearing at it. She asked if I was Italian and told me that Italians had the worst mouths. She relayed to me that she had heard more swearing yesterday that any other day of the year.

I lost the battle to my inner fat man when Matt & I took it home on a Super Deluxe Djibouti Funnel Cake. I was trying to hold out, but Noah's Funnel Cake appealed to my fat man. All was lost.