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twistedtummies2 · 2 years

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Seussical: Ranking the Cats of Broadway

Today is a day that is special to me. The sort of a day that makes my heart feel free! For twas 65 years ago, down to the day, when the Cat in the Hat first decided to play.

And I’m not going to rhyme anymore…I hope that’s okay. Har Har. ANYWAY…as anyone who knows me knows well, the stories and characters of Dr. Seuss mean a lot to me. I will never, truly never, understand a lot of the controversy that seems to arise over his stories in recent years, so I’m not going to address that, and I ask that no one else bring it up either: I want this to be a celebration, not a debate. DOUBLE-ANYWAY…the Cat in the Hat is my favorite of his characters (alongside the Grinch, who are each the most iconic figures of his works), and for me, the definitive depiction of the Cat outside of the books comes from my all-time favorite musical, Seussical. (That show will be having its 22nd Anniversary in November.) For over a decade now, I’ve loved this show, and the Cat in the Hat is one of my dream roles. So, to celebrate the occasion, I decided I should talk about my favorite portrayals of the character in the play! There’s just one problem: as I’ve likely stated before, Seussical is such a big deal that narrowing down my list is EXTREMELY difficult. It’s one of the most performed musicals ever made, with casts that range from Elementary School students to more experienced adults, and budgets that range from next-to-nil to somewhere in the MILLIONS. So, for the sake of my sanity, I decided to stick to one key version: the Original Broadway Production. Three people played the Cat in the Hat during the run of the show on Broadway. This original version of Seussical was not perfect, and some things in the show since then have actually changed a bit, but I still consider it the gold standard by which all Seussicals should be judged. And, to be perfectly honest, the three aforementioned actors would all be among my favorites, anyway, so there’s no reason not to discuss them. So, sit back with a dish of Green Eggs and Ham (you better like it), grab some Moose Juice (or Goose Juice) to drink, and join me in this adventure of Ranking the Cats from Broadway’s Seussical!

3. Rosie O’Donnell.

A lot of people dislike Rosie’s Cat in the Hat nowadays, but I personally don’t. The fact she ranks the lowest of the three by no means indicates she was a bad performer. Rosie was a game changer for the show: the Broadway version, when it first debuted, wasn’t doing too well with critics and audience participation was a roller coaster ride. As it turns out, O’Donnell absolutely LOVED the show, and made a deal with the producers that, for a limited time, she would take part in the play to see if her star power could help boost sales and reactions. I’m not sure what critics felt, but it definitely helped the show’s financial position. Even though Rosie was completely and totally cast for her big name appeal (when she asks “Did you ever imagine you’d see me onstage?” it’s a very un-subtle wink to the audience), she gave the show and the part her all. It’s a highlight for her sense of comedy and panache, and even gave her a few moments where she could show a level of softness and care you don’t see in much of her work. The only reason she takes the bottom spot is because…well…it’s ROSIE O’DONNELL, and she’s kind of half-playing the Cat, and half-playing herself, if that makes sense, which makes it harder to totally buy the character. It’s the difference between watching, say, Tim Curry in “Criminal Minds” versus Tim Curry in “Freakazoid!” He’s great in both, but I would argue the latter is a case of enjoying the part BECAUSE it’s Tim Curry, whereas the other is legitimately enjoying the part and the work the actor does in it. Rosie as the Cat is the same thing: it’s Rosie at her best, but you see more of Rosie than the Dr. Seuss character, I’d say.

2. Cathy Rigby.

Cathy Rigby has essentially made a career for herself in theatre playing Peter Pan…and virtually nothing else. Actually, I suppose that’s a slight lie: she has done SOME other shows and characters besides the Boy Who Never Grows Up, and probably the most well-known of those other parts is her performance as the Cat in the Hat. Rigby was the last of the Broadway Cats; she was not as popular as Rosie O’Donnell, but she did seem to be the version most critics preferred most. Her limber framework, spry and gymnastic physicality, and exuberant energy made her probably the most musically experienced take on the character of the three. She’s actually reprised the character since the Broadway version closed in years since. Rigby is and always was magnificent, bringing the same mischievous spark to the role as Peter, but there’s a freewheeling sort of nature to her Cat that makes the part stand unique from Pan and other roles Rigby has tackled. There’s also a sweetness to her Cat that the other two lacked; a chaotic wild child, but a good sort deep down.

1. David Shiner.

Shiner was the first Cat in the Hat, and I will never understand why critics at the time seemed to so cruelly and utterly bash his performance. Shiner, himself, was always proud of his work in the role, and I feel he had every right to be! For me, this is one of the more definitive portrayals of the Cat in the Hat, in general: Shiner didn’t have the strongest singing chops or choreography skills, but what he lacked in grace and technique he made up for in personality, stage presence, and other skills. Shiner was a renowned stage clown and mime, and he used those abilities to the full with the Cat. His lightly-lisping, spritely, ever-eager voice - one of the precious few speaking stage parts he ever put forth - brings Seuss to life with a sense of excitement that’s truly magnificent. And, while Shiner neither was nor is a total no one, he’s far less of a household name than Rigby or O’Donnell, and I would argue that allows one to sink into his performance just as deeply as he sank into it with greater ease. You don’t see an actor with him, you see the Cat in the Hat. Perhaps unappreciated in his own time, he’s still, to me, the best take on the Cat we got from Broadway. The ladies who followed him were fantastic in their own regard, but I personally will always call David Shiner My Favorite Cat in the Hat On Broadway.

#seussical #cat in the hat #dr. seuss #special #list #countdown #broadway #musical theatre #rosie o'donnell #cathy rigby #david shiner

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ninjakasuga · 3 years

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Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day Three!

Day three is here, and as usual, I tend to go for my flair with thematic tones over the literal idea of the prompt. Everyone else enjoying what @gojira007 and their blog @boundforfreedomsonsal brings will find this to their pleasure.

Sonally Celebration Week, Year Three: Day Three

Foreward: This episode takes place mere months after Mystery. I know last year sometimes I hoped about the time-line a bit, while with at least episode one-through-three I’m keeping it rather linear in the story-telling. Last time we saw Sonic and Sally as babysitters to Sonic’s younger siblings; now their own time has parents twas’ nigh.

Day three: Crossroads

“Sonic Maurice Hedgehog, I love you, I love you with all my heart and soul, but-nrghh!” Grimacing, Sally Acorn-Hedgehog panted heavily as another contraction wracked her body. Her grip on the hand of her husband tightened. “But I swear, I SWEAR if you do this to me again, I-will-EAT-YOUR-SHINS!!”

Making a soft, but audible sound of physical distress, Sonic swore he felt the bones in his hand crunch. Yet he did not dare wretch it free, not that he felt he could if he wanted too. Sally’s grip was intense, and furthermore, any attempt to save his own skin would be met with death. As sweat trickled down his brow, making the mask attached to his face, and the scrubs he wore a bit uncomfortable. Yet his own discomfort was his least priority at the moment. “Y-you got it Sal, j-just hang in there a bit more…”

Sally’s eyebrow raised incredulously. “Hang in th-nrgh, t-there?! Oh my dear husband, you just did-urghhh! N-not tell me to hang in there? Just what the f**k do you think I’m doing?! I’ve been ‘hanging in there’ since my water broke and the contractions kicked in, and those two little darlings ‘you’ put in my belly can’t decide if they want to come out now, or kick Mommy’s bladder some more!”

“H-hey I’m just trying to help!’ He pleaded as she clutched his hand tighter than before. “I know this isn’t easy on you Sal, but it’s not like I can whip out a Power Ring or Chaos Emerald and make it better. If I could-ghhh, take your place I would!” Sonic knew this was in no-way easy, but in the span of a few hours he’d seen Sally run the gauntlet of her emotional range. Mostly all centered at being upset with him. Now he understood what his Dad meant by ‘Nothing will prepare either of you for this; but remember, Sally’s going to be put through a wringer, so be patient, and be understanding’. “Sal, please you need to calm down some, it’s not good for you, or the babies right Doc?”

The ‘Doc’ in question lifted her head from her position between the Queen’s legs. After almost twenty-plus years of service, Doctor Quack had retired from medicine but remained a consultant for the Acorn Kingdom Ministry of Medicine. So the new Royal Doctor, one Jolene Fredrick, and one of Quack’s protoge’s was tending to the birth of Sally and Sonic’s children. The spotted-Hyena doctor managed a bemused smile behind her surgical mask. “Your husband is quite right, your majesty, I know it hurts, but the more you let the pain stress you out, the more it will complicate things.” She spoke evenly, softly, and kindly but with a firm authority a doctor should carry. “I know giving birth to twins is not easy, especially for a first-time pregnancy, but despite the pain, it looks like the babies are finally about ready to come out.”

A part of Sally wanted to scream and kindly (or not so kindly) tell Jolene to jump out the window, or anyone else asking her to ‘bear with it more’. After all the hours she already had dealt with the discomfort, and false alarms, up until the pains really started to kick in over the last hour and a half. Yet Sally held back that urge, both from her brain managing to get through the pain and reminding her, Jolene was trying to help. Plus as a Mother herself, she’d had first-hand experience with what she was going through. The other reason she pushed her anger down was the soft touch of Sonic’s hand that wasn’t currently in the vice grip she was placing on the other. A quick glance into those emerald-pools, seeing concern and love, did much to soften her.

A small whimper left Sally as she eased her grip and held Sonic’s hand to her face. “I’m sorry, it just huuuurts.” She whined softly, feeling utterly pathetic she was reduced to such a state. Her composure was thrown out the window, cursing freely, and just, the sheer roller coaster of hormones and emotions over the last several hours had taken a toll. “I want my babies, but-rugh, I want them out, nooooow!”

“I know Sal, I know.” Sonic murmured, wincing at the defeated, pained sounds coming from the love of his life. Bringing her hand to his face, he did his best to kiss the top of her hand through his surgical mask. “I’m with you, however long this takes you got me at your side.”

A small, strangled laugh left Sally as she managed a warm smile as she gazed at her husband. “How’d I get so lucky? Some people take forever to find their soulmate and I met mine at two years old.” Letting out a dreamy sigh, Sally pulled his hand to her and planted a kiss there, with both her hands (gently) cocooning both of her hands over his. Just as quick as the quiet moment came, it was taken away as Sally let out another sharp gasp. “Oooooooff!! I felt that one!”

Eyeing some equipment next to her, Jolene made a ‘hmm’ and then turned to look over at the couple. “Good news, it looks like the babies are finally making up their minds, one is starting to make way. Take deep breaths, your majesty, just like you practiced, we’re almost at the end goal.” She smiled through her mask, her own mild fatigue visible in her eyes. Yet like her predecessor there was a fire to see things through. “You can do this your Maj-.” “J-just Sally please!” Insisted the mother-to-be as she gripped the edge of her bed rails with one of her hands, as the other still clutched onto Sonic. “T-this is too personal to keep using formal titles. Nrgh, j-just for now, please, no titles.”

A part of the doctor felt awkward at putting the habit of being so informal, but if it would help. “Alright Sally, we’re in the final stretch, deep breathes. We’ll see the crowning any moment now.”

Nodding, Sally looked to Sonic, wincing and breathing deeply as she was taught. “I love you.” “Back at’cha Sal, you got this.” Sonic fought back a wince from his extremely sore hand. Focusing more on giving Sally his support. “Back at’cha, now let’s welcome our kids and you get some rest.”

Some Time Later:

Exhausted deeply in body and soul, Sally could feel all this in the back of her mind; yet her focus was on anything but the fatigue. A warm, happy, glowing feeling replaced the fatigue as she stared at the two swaddled bundles in her arms. “They’re beautiful…” She cried, happily as she stared at the mewling infants. Who seemed to instinctively lean against her body through their swaddling. It had been worth it, the long labor, the pain, all-worth-it. The girl of the twin-set was a chipmunk-ish hybrid like Sally but clearly sported her Father’s blue hues in her fur. The boy, clearly of the hedgehog variety had the more soft browns of his Mother. Time would tell if Sally’s red hair, or the blonde or brown hair from Sonic’s side of the family would pop up.

As she glanced over at Sonic, she was nearly bowled over by the sheer awe in his eyes and face (his surgical mask was off). His eyes were misty, making her wonder if she was looking at a mirror of her own expression. “You just love in love don’t you?”

“Totally.” Sonic nodded, a strangled laugh leaving him as she leaned in, getting eyefuls of the two joys the two had both patiently and impatiently waited for all this time. It had been a long road to parenthood, both held off having kids right away due to many reasons after the war. The rebuilding efforts, just enjoying themselves free of fighting, and other small, miscellaneous reasons. Last year they finally felt ready and well, started working on getting Sally pregnant, which didn’t take long with how they were.

Sonic wondered if this surge of pride and absolute happiness was something both his parents felt when either his siblings and he had been born? The sheer high of it almost-no, no it absolutely did dwarf the high of running free in the wind. Gently he reached a hand down, running a finger along one child’s cheek, then the other. “Hey you two, glad to finally meet’cha. I’m Daddy, this is Mommy, and we’re going to love and look after you until the end of time.”

Nodding her head eagerly in agreement, Sally sniffed back more tears of joy. “Forever and ever, all ours.” She giggled, kissing the soft, furry cheeks of her newborns. “Welcome to the world Kathleen and Jaleel-Craig.

“I still think Justin-McCooiagel sounded pretty good.” Quipped Sonic with a smug, joking smirk.

“I will not let our son be mercilessly teased because his Father wanted to give him a ‘cool nickname like ‘Just Cool’ or whatever string of odd nicknames.” She firmly stated, giving Sonic a dull stare. “Seriously, one of your names was Radical. Just Radical.”

“Hey it’s a good gender-neutral name, and we knew we were having twins.” His wide grin, showcased he enjoyed pulling her chain. He mostly had been joking about the aforementioned names, well mostly. The ones they settled on were perfect. Kathleen Nicole Acorn-Hedgehog was named after Sally’s Grandmother that she sadly never got to know, and her middle name was in honor of a certain BFF of the Queen’s. Jaleel-Craig Acorn-Hedgehog, or J.C. for short, got his name from Sonic learning Jaleel had been one of ‘his’ potential birth names. Seems his Father knew a Jaleel from school who had been his best friend until he died in the war, and had considered giving him his name in remembrance, only to decide Bernie’s idea of Sonic seemed fitting. Both Sonic and Sally thought it would be a nice name, and as for the Craig addition, Sonic just liked the name, and felt a two-word name would be great for one of the kids. His desire won out after he won three out of five rock-paper-scissors matches with Sally for the final say-so.

“Sure it is…” Rolling her eyes Sally reached over and ran her hand, playfully over Sonic’s face. “You’re just lucky you are adorable.”

“Ha! Adorable wished it were me.” Murred Sonic as he nuzzled against her hand. “Although my wife and lovely children are top-tier competition.”

Snorting, Sally then yawned loudly. “Oh my, I-I *yawn*, damn it, I don’t wanna sleep…”

The door to the suite opened and Doctor Jolene stuck her head in. Having overhard the yawn, she gave the couple a knowing smile. “You should get your rest while you can. The kiddos will be tuckered out themselves, and the nurses will watch them overnight. Trust me you will want as much sleep as you can before they want to feed.” Given it was between two and three o’clock, the Royal Family didn’t have any visitors waiting on them until much later in the day to worry about.

As another yawn tore from her throat, Sally nodded in acceptance. She then poked at her own chest, semi-covered by her hospital gown. “Finally these udders will get some use. The swelling of the milk is getting annoying.”

A dirty joke formed in Sonic’s head, but he wisely (this time) fought off voicing it. A low, tired, yawn left him as well. “Snooze n’ Zzz’s sound about right Doc. Plus there’s that saying, we should get as much as we can?”

“As one parent to another, ooooh yes!” Laughed Jolene as she walked over to give the Mother and children a once over as a nurse came over with a rolling cart with two portable baby-carrier cribs for the infants to sleep in. “That should be your priority as much as looking after J.C. and Kathleen now, making sure you’re rested so you can look after them.” She then gives her Queen a playful-if-stern look. “Which means our dear Queen needs to knock off the all-nighter paper-work and project binges.”

Unable to not but wince at the accusation, Sally sighed in defeat. She knew her bad habit was one not to be ignored at this juncture in life. “I’ve already delegated my tasks to Nicole and the Council, and all necessary parties…”

“After taking weeks to painstakingly do so…” Her husband quipped with a mirroring playful-but-stern with a dash of accusatory as Doctor Jolene.

Sally sent Sonic a glare, but fatigue and looking upon the faces of her children made the frown go away. “I know what my priorities are… I know that I'm going to need to get back to running the kingdom but I’m not going to ever put these two what I meant through. I will find the balance.”

Rubbing her shoulder, Sonic leaned in, planting a kiss to her cheek. “N’ you got me to help, we’re doing this as a team forever, and always.”

“Always.” She agreed, craning her head to kiss him back. Another yawn left her as the nurse gently took the snoozing children. Her gaze followed them as they were carefully put in the sleeping cribs. “See you soon my loves’.” She murmured, eyes beginning to feel heavier as she watched them be wheeled out. “Love you Sonic…” She murmured feeling him tuck her in as her eyes closed.

“Love you too Sal, I’ll be right here.” He murmured, waiting until he was sure she was dozed off. Leaning back from her bed, he popped his back and shook his hands. One was extremely sore but thankfully not damaged. “I’m gonna get some water, and then I’m gonna crash myself Doc.”

“I have a rollaway being brought in for you.” She nodded, giving one last check over of Sally’s vitals, and pleased with what she saw, intended to conclude her rounds and get some shuteye herself. “Sleep well Prince-er Sonic.” She corrected as the Prince-Regent gave her a tired but mild glare. “Sorry, force of habit.” “S’okay Doc… Just titles n’ crap ain’t me, but I married a Princess who’s now Queen so… eh if you gotta for decorum n’ crude sure. Like this… Sonic is fine.” He grinned, giving a two finger salute before padding out of the suite. Water was his priority, his throat was dry, and then, bed. Sweet, sweet bedtime. If the way twins seemed to behave in the family held up, Sally and he would need to be on their toes sooner than later.

A new crossroad of life at been reached, and they were committed to what the future may hold for them and their family.

#boundforfreedom #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #Archie-Sonic #Birth #OC's #childbirth

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sugod2-22 · 3 years

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11:28 PM As planned, I met up with 2 of my old coworkers/friends but before we went to the amusement park, we’ve gone to the mall first. Chai wanted to buy a SIM card for her back up internet since she’s working from home too, however, it’s not available for purchase atm so that sucks. We also had this monster ice cream that I kinda struggled to finish. Then, we finally headed to Anjo World. Another person joined in the last minute after her shift. She was still a former coworker but I haven’t seen her in years. Even though we only rode 3 of the rides since it’s kinda late already, it was still a good day and we really felt like being kids again. Only me and Chil tried their roller coaster and man, it was a blast! We were so nervous the whole time but I really screamed my lungs out to somehow battle it hahaha! I never thought I could scream like that tbh lol! I think it also helped to release some of the stress in my body, which is good. Chai and Norhen just rode the carousel and said it made them a bit dizzy. The second ride we did is the Ferris wheel. All four of us went in, at first it was okay but when we were at the top, Norhen complained why it was moving so slow lol! She was sweating like crazy even though the passenger cars were air-conditioned. Well I got a bit anxious too when I looked down, it was an experience for sure! Third ride was the bumper boats and man, we had the most fun there even though we got wet! I’d definitely wanna do that again someday! After all that, we got hungry obviously, however, the place we planned to have dinner to already closed for the day. It’s late when we left the park and due to this Covid shit, most establishments close down earlier than usual. But Chai really wanted to eat in an unli samgyupsal, luckily we found one that’s still open. Same restaurant we originally wanted to eat to but in a different branch. We enjoyed the food there very much! I’m happy everything went smoothly. Twas a great day over all!

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theparanormalperiodical · 4 years

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The REAL Stories Behind Final Destination (2000) And The 10 Creepiest Times Celebrities Predicted Their Own Deaths

It must’ve happened sometime in the early 1980s.

‘81, or ‘82, perhaps.

Some 15 year old in the ass-end of Aberdeen, Washington, was stuck in the teen funk of wanting to ditch high school forever whilst simultaneously spray painting ‘god is gay’ on hick trucks.

But when he wasn’t pissin’ off the rednecks, he was telling his friends that he was pretty sure he’d become a famous rockstar, and end his life surrounded by fame and riches by committing suicide.

He was the emblem of the era.

He would be the emblem for the next.

Kurt Cobain died on April 5th 1994 at the tender age of 27. He would not be the last person to have a premonition of his own death.

In fact, the peculiar phenomenon of predicting one’s own death or sensing something foreboding is due isn’t just some forgotten urban legend. It’s been immortalised in a franchise that has achieved a cult status similar to Cobain’s band Nirvana:

Final Destination (2000).

The thing is, the 5 Final Destination films aren’t just based on this unexplained phenomenon of predicting one’s demise. They’re also based on several horrifying, infamous deaths that have haunted America for decades.

They’ve been mocked, marketed, and made out to be utter rubbish - but the luring call of the Grim Reaper might be more real than you think.

First, let’s recap the Final Destination franchise.

James Wong has made his name in horror. From the cutting-edge directing of Insidious, to his recapturing of the media-frenzy that was the caseload of Ed and Lorraine Warren, he has led the genre in a new direction that deals with supernatural phenomena which tend to be all too real.

His earlier work, Final Destination, was no different.

The Final Destination franchise consists of 5 movies and a couple limited edition comic books. It’s achieved cult status for its innovative plotline and Truman Show-like impact on the viewers. But the thing is, like most cult horror movies, it tends to be, well, trash.

And that’s what they were.

For 5 feature length movies we see the same plot play out:

(No, I’m not being cynical, it literally follows the same damn structure every damn time.)

A gaggle of high school or college aged friends head out on a trip. One of the crew has a mysterious premonition that they’re gon’ die in like a 4K-HD-put-your-3D-glasses-on-now-and-switch-off-your-mobile-phones worthy video clip.

That person then, understandably, flips out and somehow causes a fight. The group of friends then get asked to get off the plane, or aren’t allowed on the roller coaster, or are no longer partaking in the deadly activity.

The event that was seen in the premonition then takes place. For the rest of the movie we see a series of bizarre events that threaten and take the lives of those who cheated death.

A sixth instalment is in production and attempts to break the cycle by looking at EMT workers who face ‘death’ on a daily basis.

The following of this film can be traced back to a number of reasons: there’s the vibrant lives of the characters, there’s a lovable chemistry between the actors, and there’s that idea that fate might just have our lives set out for us.

But when the last unpopped kernels are left at the bottom of the bowl and the credits fade to black, we are left with only our faces to look at in the reflection of our laptop screens. From there, those laughable traps set by death themself don’t seem so hilarious.

They seem to be real.

Maybe we are fated to die at a certain time in a certain way? Maybe the Grim Reaper does exist? Maybe we have no control over our destiny?

Jeffrey Reddick, the writer of Final Destination, directly sought out to ask these questions. And he based the original film off a true story.

“[He] read a story about a woman who was on vacation and her mom called her and said, 'Don't take the flight tomorrow, I have a really bad feeling about it.'"

She switched flights, and the one she was supposed to be on crashed.

This urban legend taps into a haunting history of premonitions of death. For millennia humans have predicted the fates of themselves and those around them whether they boasted psychic powers or not.

(We will get to that.)

Unfortunately, this franchise is based on more than just an urban legend. Some of the most traumatic death traps left by the Grim Reaper are actually inspired by real life tragedies.

Many believe the original film featuring a flight fault and exploding plane was based on the TWA Flight 800 explosion - but this occurred 2 years after the original script (which was intended for 90s icon The X Files) was penned.

But there are 3 real-life events that inspired the franchise.

#1 - The 125 car pileup in Ringgold, Georgia

In 2002, approximately 120 cars and 20 tractor-trailers collided on the Interstate just south of Chattanooga as a result of the blanket of thick fog that Thursday morning. 4 were killed and 39 were injured.

It began when a tractor drove into the wall of fog and smashed into the back of another. It then crossed several lanes, and spread the wreckage. The visibility at the time of the collision was at most 15 feet.

Only an hour later, when the fog finally lifted, could the emergency services see the full extent of the disaster.

#2 - The Le Mans Motor Racing Disaster

It’s been labelled the most catastrophic crash in the history of motorsport. No CGI could do justice to what occurred.

On June 11th 1955, Jaguar driver Mike Hawthorn pulled to the right of the track and braked for a pit stop. Austin-Healey driver Lance Macklin was following closely behind and swerved out from behind the braking car into the path of another driver, Levegh. Levegh rear-ended Macklin, overriding Macklin’s car and launching his own into the air at 125mph.

The car collided with the spectator area several times and then disintegrated, throwing Levegh onto the track where he met his instant death.

The engine and bonnet was thrown into the crowd.

Levegh’s severely burnt body lay on the track until someone finally lay a sheet over it.

It is estimated that 84 died, and 178 were injured. We still don’t know the full extent of the death toll.

This tragedy - which was blamed on the nature of the course for cars of such a speed - caused Mercedes-Benz to withdraw from racing for 44 years.

#3 - The collapse of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge

4 months after the opening of the bridge to traffic, the Tacoma Narrows bridge collapsed as a result of an aeroelastic flutter initiated by a 42mph gust of wind.

Fortunately, there were no human fatalities, but the shocking collapse was caught on film. A dog named Tubby, however, did die from being abandoned in a car on the bridge.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XggxeuFDaDU

So we know that the most iconic scenes from the franchise can be traced back to shocking disasters and tragedies. But there’s another side to the reality behind Final Destination:

The well laid plans of the Grim Reaper.

What are premonitions of death and what do they mean?

To many, having a niggling feeling about when one may pass away or even seeing it in a vision or a dream is a common part of life. And to many more, they will deem this as something as simple as anxiety making us believe we are due to die soon. However, from a spiritual standpoint, premonitions of death have much more meaning.

According to psychic mediums and spiritualists, the nagging feeling of impending death or dreams or visions of death are common - and can be real. They believe that souls can choose when they depart this world and thus signal to us when this is due.

Those with souls that are more evolved and have been reborn many times have greater ability to sense this.

Even souls that have connected together for many years - and even many lifetimes - and have formed bonds can have death premonitions regarding each other.

Whether it’s a specific date or a certain age, foreseeing your own or another’s passing can be a terrifying concept. But on the same note, this premonition could refer to a symbolic death, a bit like the death card in a Tarot deck.

Perhaps a part of yourself is dying.

(This certainly won’t be as graphic as a Final Destination death cameo.)

History has a different version of events, however.

Many have had premonitions of their own death. And many have been correct. It’s time to talk about them.

Here’s the 9 other times celebrities predicted their own deaths to an uncomfortable degree.

#1 - Tupac Shakur

This rap icon’s death wasn’t just a tragedy.

It was a mystery, too.

Many still believe that the death was faked and that Shakur is very much alive and well, whether he’s hiding in Mexico, New Zealand, or South Africa.

But the mystery surrounding 2Pac starts long before the drive-by shooting that took place in 1996 that would kill him.

“I been shot and murdered, can tell you how it happened word for word” is a line from a hit song with Ritchie Rich.

Sure, the rap genre is closely with such themes that highlight gang crime and gun violence, and sure, Tupac had been involved with violent interactions and assaults before, but this eerily accurate lyric is bound to raise eyebrows.

That being said, if he did fake his own death he would know how it would take place, right? This may be less a premonition, and more an actual plan.

#2 - Bob Marley

Music icons don’t just have a knack for writing a catchy hook and a couple verses, too. Turns out they have this habit of predicting when they will die.

Kurt Cobain’s prediction of his own passing can quite easily be overlooked by the typicality of this death within the rockstar lifestyle. But Bob Marley didn’t actually predict how he would die - he told his friends when he would die.

Marley claimed he would die when he was 36. He was right.

But the coincidence doesn’t end there.

According to Allan Cole, one of his closest friends who was told this secret, Marley had psychic abilities that he would often flaunt to the locals where he grew up in Jamaica. He was even deemed a prophet to those close to them.

#3 - John Denver

“Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane,/ Don’t know when I’ll be back again”

This singer-songwriter wasn’t just a keen musician - he was also an amateur pilot. Unfortunately, his second pastime would eerily echo his first, and foreshadow his death.

28 years after he first released Leaving On A Jet Plane, he took off on his last flight where he would ultimately have a fatal crash.

#5 - Mark Twain

As the father of American literature, Twain was used to creating universes to engage readers with timeless classics like The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. But it's our own world that would provide as poetic an end to Twain’s own story as he would to his fictional characters.

Born shortly after the sighting of Halley’s Comet in 1835, Twain would often joke that he would go out with it.

“Now here are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.”

A day after the comet was sighted once again in 1910, Twain died of a heart attack.

#6 - Pete Maravich

He will go down in history as one of the greatest NBA players to ever hit the court - and he left it in a mysterious manner.

Having played in the world-famous league for 4 years, he claimed in an interview that “I don’t want to play 10 years [in the NBA] and then die of a heart attack at the age of 40.”

An injury caused him to leave the NBA 6 years later, completing the first part of his prediction. He died from a heart attack at age 40.

Even more intriguing, however, is what caused him to die: Maravich claimed he had a missing heart valve and should’ve died at the tender age of 20. His ability to predict his death which according to doctors would’ve been a bold assumption for such a heart problem is fascinating (and freaky).

#7 - Jimi Hendrix

He might’ve passed 4 decades ago, but the death of this guitarist is still tinged with as much mystery as the other legendary musicians and athletes populating this list. Shortly before claiming this status in 1965, he recorded The Ballad of Jimi.

“Many things he would try/ For he knew soon he’d die./ Now Jimi’s gone, he’s not alone/ His memory still lives on/ Five years, this he said/ He’s not gone, he’s just dead”

Hendrix died September 18th 1970. It was 5 years exactly to the day that he recorded that song.

#8 - Buddy Holly

On one evening in January of 1959, Buddy Holly and wife Maria had bad dreams. In fact, they had exactly the same bad dreams. They both involved a farm, an airplane, and Holly leaving Maria.

Weeks later Holly would tour the Midwest in an attempt to raise money for his family. Unfortunately, one of the airplanes he chartered for the tour crashed shortly after taking off into a cornfield. He was instantly killed.

#9 - W T Stead

The Titanic has been associated with many unexplained circumstances. This is one of them.

In 1886, Stead wrote a tale of an ocean liner colliding with another ship. Many of the passengers on that fictional ship would go on to lose their lives as a result of the lack of lifeboats.

“This is exactly what might take place and will take place if liners are sent to sea short of boats”

He would then go on to write a different story featuring a ship crashing into an iceberg.

In 1912, Stead boarded the RMS Titanic. And we all know how that ended - with a lack of a lifeboats causing excess deaths. He drowned with the rest of the victims of the tragedy.

#9 - Rasputin

As a former history student, I can boldly put forth a critical opinion of the dying days of the Romanov dynasty: Rasputin was one dodgy bloke. But what made him really dodgy was his ability to predict not just his own death, but that of the Russian monarchy, too.

Shortly before he was assassinated, he wrote a letter to the Tsarina claiming he would be killed by New Years. He also mentioned that her own family would die within 2 years.

Two days before New Year’s, he was poisoned in a rather messy assassination (no, seriously, look it up).

Within 18 months the Romanovs were dead.

Well that was a bit deathy.

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lovecomesin · 3 years

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The Evolution of Ebony Autobiography Part 2

Truth be told I am not the girl I was back then. There are things abut myself that have not changed but there are soo many that have an corey never took the time to learn that. When we reconnected this time at first I was willingto see ehere it goes biut the days passed on exactly as they always have. I had grown accustomed to feeling lonely while with someone, being consistently ghosted, lack of access to my partner, the barest of minimum. Of course I was unhappy, and I was aware of my unhappinesss and I stuck around anyways. I take full responsibility for allowing mself to stay in a situation that I knew I shouve left. I have no regrets because I know now withouta shallow of a doubt that corey and I are not compatible and should not make any attempts to date each other. The most beautiful outcome of this entire situation is that I finally was able to get over the love retrograde of corey jones. After 14 years of this roller coaster ride I am finally free. And I stepped into my freedom like the true queen I am.

I felt myself detching from him bit by bit and the more I could feel myself detaching the more I sought it out. I twas as if I was finally breaking out of a cage that I played a part in putting myself into. I didn’t miss him nor did I tell him I missed him when he told me. I didn’t care whether or not he took me on dates or wanted to see me. I knew he would ghost me then come back pretending as if nothing happened. This time I was finally strong and willing to put my foot down and let it all go. I couldn’t keep sacrificing myself in an attempt to save corey. I’m happt to sat that I am over corey and I broke things off by being fully transparent and honest. When it was all said and done corey was exactly as he alays been, full of excuses and minalistic at best. I even told him that I had no desire to be friends because I knew him well enough to know that he could not br a good friend to me because he cant even excute basic communication skills.The moment I cut corey off completetly I could physically feel the shift in my life. I was immediately happier, more sure of myself and at peace. I lost myself and I allowed corey to behave however he wanted as long as he was around. I know now that I truly am a prize and I am chosing everyday to love myself way better than I did in the past. I’m free of corey and my heart, mind and spirit feels as though it was gone through a great evolution. I wont even chase friends anymore. I used to overcompensate for ching and Justin by allowing them to contantly be dependent on me while I never really depdning on them for anything. I relize that I chose them over myself and that is a recipe for distaster. I am only responsible for myself, my life and my choices. I was exhausted because I allowed myself to belive that my friends issues were my own and that I could save them. As noble as this mindset is itsalso foolish an nonsustainable. I was in soo deep it was hard to establish any boundaries and to make matters worse I wasn’t aware that I needed boundaries with them. I used to elive that the love I give could be boundless with no expiration date. Life has taught me that this is also a fools dream. Overall the gist of what I’m saying is I’m happier than I ever been. Even though I’m single I finally have found happiness in my own company. It’s a wonderful change that has come over me! I’m soo full of happiness that it fills me up and carried me throughout life. I know that God continues to perform miracles on me and I will continue to surrender all to him. Can’t wait to write to you soon about our first time traveling to Mexico!! Until then, laters baby.

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intoxicatedloveandmadness · 6 years

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“Meet my new baby spez!”

Let me spit out how this happen to be mine. It was a peaceful night, I guided my father through his online shopping (won’t mention what he’s about to buy, twas’ a bit confidential tho) and then, I happen to mock (with the cutest tone, lol!!!!) of how about my early birthday gift or gift for all of my hardships being a “solohista” on my Project Feasibility Study, and I didn’t even expected that night would be so genuine, bc all I thought was he is still, just like the old habit, joking about buying bicycle for me. At first, I really didn’t put any expectation, but we visited several bike shops online (brand new and secondhand) and started to canvass. Until I found this post of a girl aged 25 years old, selling her Specialized bike for only 17,000. I started to get so drooled upon the item, since it is L-E-G-I-T and it only lasted a year on her, with travels around nuvali only. Imagine that, It was a Jackpot. There, I saved the product, contact the person, and the next day, January 9, 2017 around 5:30 in the afternoon, WE CLOSED THE DEAL AND BOUGHT THE ITEM!!!! I WAS ALMOST IN TEARS!!!!

I didn’t imagined that, that item will be mine. Specialized Pitch 2017. Gahhhhhhhddddd, until now I can feel the unexpected happiness.

I WAS IN TOTAL SHOCK.

Finally, I have something I can call “MINE”

All I thought was he is joking. But the jokes on me. He really did stand on his words. Uggghhhh, My parents are the best!!!!!! No words can reiterate how thankful I am.

The first trip of my baby spez was on my favorite spot, People’s Park Tagaytay City Via Revpal. Although the photo above was taken along the way of Sampaloc, Batangas (which happen to be our side trip). I was with my mentor in cycling, Zero and his friend mon. The route was just to reach tagaytay when this shuffle of plans happened.

This view was somewhere in batangas and tagaytay, I think it’s boundary of the said places - Sungay road (oh! the famous sungay road, which happen to be the most challenging uphill in the town, yeah, LOL!!!)

The route was, Revpal UP-Sungay DOWN-Sampaloc UP-Sta Rosa Tagaytay Service road DOWN

It was one of an epic comeback. Photos were taken last January 11, 2018. My comeback in cycling since my Thesis Defense are OVER and SUCCESSFUL. I celebrated this success through cycling, the love of my life.

It was a roller-coaster kind of trip. I doubt having side trips since It was my comeback and maybe, I can’t pedal out on another uphill route I never been to, but my companions are so tricky, so there. Ha ha! I was even curious that time, so why not give it a shot eh?

Another achievement unlocked! New route unlocked!

Despite of experiencing leg cramps, for the first time, take note, for the first time, using my new baby spez, I experienced this horrible thing. Haha

They say, you reached your max performance once you experienced leg cramps while cycling, and I agreed on to someone who told me that. Bc that’s what I felt. I thought I'd give up, but thank god, even we almost got lost on our way home, I still managed to pedal it out until we reached home. Thanks to my companions that time, they truly are the best!

A safe trip and an epic comeback, indeed! <3

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uterusclub · 5 years

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Hot, Chicago summers are generally, not very fun but somehow, we manage. This past month was nothing short of spectacular – even despite the sweltering, blistering, hell heat. We kicked the month off with a visit to the very critically acclaimed Par-King miniature golf course out in Lincolnshire. Solely based off of the reviews on this place, expectations were HIGH. To ensue extra, satisfaction, I purchased a Groupon for an Indian Restaurant by the name of Marigold Maison through whom we purchased some bag-insulated yummers for dinner. I’ll save you the suspense and tell you the food was not good. Although I’m fairly certain we’ve become tikka masala snobs at this point. Service was super awkward as well as the restaurant has a grocery attached to it with shelved goods that look as though they’d been there for god knows how long. In any case, I wouldn’t venture there ever again. But back to the golfing. We arrived mid-day on a Wednesday in hopes of beating any summer-time crowds. And much to our delight, the place was not busy at all. I will say we were gravely disappointed in the different themed courses that felt very lacking – especially after reading of the reputation of this joint. The literal best thing about the entire course was the ‘roller coaster’ hole which well, Sharon grabbed some awesome video of so be sure to check that out in the montage (shameless plug). I would consider trying it again – maybe with the other course since the ‘cooler’ holes were all on the other game option. Let’s also take into account that Sharon was dealing with some mental and emotional bullshit right before we started playing so she wasn’t exactly in the right mind-set to even attempt enjoying the golf of minisculeness.

And then there was the Fourth of July. Which well, we usually don’t do much for – simply based on the elements of too many people being out and about in the world doing dumb and annoying things. But for some reason or rather, the lure of a Paranormal Circus presenting itself to us, did we become much bolder this year. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The day started off with a bit of work-from-home since I’m commission-based and don’t get PAID on days off. Following that, I believe the boozing commenced which involved a lovely rendition of Berry Vodka reminiscent of snow cone syrup. Following that, we baked some pre-bought chips and ate some previously purchased pasta and potato salads while we vegged on the couch to enjoy the down time.

Once it became a decent hour to leave, we headed out to the Paranormal Cirque located out in Orland Park. I had read that there was a pre-show to the event so of course, we arrived hella early (pun intended). Gates weren’t even open as we reached the mall parking lot where dark tents had been resurrected. Twas quite a strange sight, really. But we enjoyed taking pictures and videos of the tented darkness awaiting us. Once we were finally allowed in, we entered the main tent area where a table was set up selling masks. There was also a face painter in the corner adjacent which I considered partaking in but the artist was taking far way too long for my liking. As we stood around in the main area awaiting this ‘pre-show,’ we noticed a Mad-Max, steam-punk looking little person riding around on an electric wheelchair. She’d speed up close to unsuspecting victims, point her gun and scare creepily at them before slowly backing away. It was cool for the first couple minutes but eventually, we came to the conclusion that there really WAS no pre-show.

After we were finally allowed into the show arena, we met several, random performers who were entertaining, yes, but nothing extravagant. Once seated in our front-row elitist-ship, we watched a little person clown walk around and harass random people. He quite enjoyed throwing popcorn at me. As the time dwindled on, we become more and more annoyed with the fact that yet again, another show was NOT going to start on time. Sadly, the venue wasn’t very packed either. Once the show resumed, we were mildly entertained. The man ‘comedic’ character was hilarious but the crassness of the show was a bit too much for our liking. As such, we darted out at intermission to enjoy a colorful, sky extravaganza on our way home.

Next on the party-bus roster for July was Garden a Go Go – a burlesque show that sounded most intriguing. Situated in a warehouse-looking building in Humboldt Park (a clear indication nothing good could possibly come of us), we again, arrived very early in anticipation of much awesomeness. Unfortunately, our $20 donation didn’t seem worthwhile for the non-air-conditioned frenzy of annoyance we were met with. Granted, there was a very awesome hoop aerialist doing some ‘pre-show’ performance while we yet again, waited the untimely nature of the production. We sat and sweated and listened to DJ-ed music accompanied very ineloquently by a saxophone player. Not even the sax could save our spirits. Let me also point out that drink tickets were mandatory and that no bottled water was available. After staying to watch the show until, literally, we finished watching the Abraham Lincoln performance, we left immediately and pondered actually picking up and dropping off a case of water for the poor souls continuing to suffer without quench.

As remedy to our disappointment for the Garden a No No, I suggested we stop off at my most beloved Sidekicks for a drink and song. Sharon was most agreeable and we headed over. This night was COMPLETELY turned around by this decision. Not only did we become cool with the karaoke guru, Joe, but we made friends with my waitress’s friends, Bart and Maria who were the coolest people ever. Bart was literally creating self-echoes over the mic and ended up buying us buttery-nipple shots at one point. I even discovered one of my dance student’s moms also waitresses there! Talk about your small world! Had a blast. We would end up at Sidekicks two more times that month. The second was just as fun. The last was well, not as anticipated but all in all, it’s a great default place to scout out any time. Ah concerts. How I do loathe thee – unless you are outdoors and I have plenty of personal space which is precisely what we achieved this month! We grabbed some super cheap tickets for Hollywood Casino Amphitheater in Tinley Park for 311 even though we were actually going for the opening bands. After having our sunscreen and bug spray discarded my security (doh) and having to walk the perimeter of the joint to get the correct ‘will call’ window, I paid way too much for plastic mason jars of vodka. Lawn seat were spectacular and we came prepared with Skip-Bo which, due to wind complication, involved putting every item we owned on every card pile to prevent throw-aways. The opening bands were good up until the last one before 311 at which point, we could not muster the will for it was quite horrendous. It was strange to pack up before the main band but quite satisfactory.

Ravinia. Can’t go wrong. Every year I try to make it a point to find SOMEONE to see here. Again, lawn seats are the absolute best for comfort. We again arrived with Skip-BO after venturing to Viaggio in Highland Park for some take-away dinner goods. The place was PACKED for arriving at 5 o’clock on a Sunday! I’d never seen it so full so early on in the day. But we valiantly made our way around the venue until we found a sufficient spot to lay our wares. The music performance was The Music of Queen with a vocalist named Brody Dolyniuk who, was an awesome singer but horrendous speaker. Guy sounded like an infomercial. Several songs into the performance and after battling a swat of flies whom invaded one suspicious corner of our blanket, we headed out.

I never claim to be of Irish descent, although, my brother allegedly found out our family is a small percentage Irish, but that has never been necessary for partaking in the Irish Fest held every year at The Irish Heritage Center. We grabbed some food at a local spot conveniently across the street from Sidekicks, Old Irving Brewing Co. before making our way to the Irish Fest. After arriving we observed the place to be very much dead – which is always in our favor. We immediately grabbed drinks and headed to the outdoor tent area to take a gander at the vendors and musical performances. Sharon entered us in a Trip to Ireland drawing which we clearly didn’t win. We popped upstairs to take a look at the indoor exhibits and watched some Irish dancing for a hot second before heading out an inevitably ending up at Sidekicks (which we’ve previously discussed).

What better way to spend a Tuesday evening than drinking and BINGO’ing? It’s not often I have Tuesday evenings available due to dance scheduling so we took advantage of an opportunity to visit Eris Brewery and Cider House for their special BINGO event. We’d previously been here for their cider and were a bit underwhelmed. The same was true this most recent go. But I will say, their sweet potato waffle fries with bacon and a bunch of other awesome stuff were off the CHAIN! SO good! BINGO involved maybe three tables including ours, there were about 11 of us total? And it STILL took several people leaving before Sharon’s ‘luck’ kicked in during the last three games. Brian, a brewer, was the caller who was most entertaining. His gibberish between games was hilarious – until he went on tangents about making cider at which point, I was buzz, tired, and pissed I hadn’t won and therefore, was no longer amused. Sharon came away with a t-shirt and a bunch of other, random, useless items. I came away with much embitterment, per usual.

If you’re ever looking for a delish, Philly’s cheesesteak, look no further than Monti’s near Albany Park. I loved this place since the first time I tried it. It’s cute, carefree and I’ve never experienced bad service. After parking a bit away and trekking endlessly in the blistering sun, we arrived, grab some $5 martinis and consumed some delicious goods! Martinis take #2 underwent and buzzed, we headed off to the second event for the night: K. Karaoke and Paint. Because what could POSSIBLY be better than drinking, painting AND singing? Oh yeah, yes, it’s also BYOB so we grabbed our insulated Moscow mule cans from the car and walked a short way to the storefront. Once inside, we grabbed our seats, iced some cups and awaited the rest of the attendees. Eventually, we began our painting project of a sunflower in between which, I sang a song or two. The more we boozed, the more ‘creative’ our paintings became. At one point, Sharon was beckoned to the make-shift dance-floor at which time, everyone forgot what they were doing. At the very end of the event, you guessed it, we headed to Sidekicks (again, already covered this) and ultimately, took our paintings back home where I drunkenly decided to leave our art work outside the doorstep of our old-lady neighbor, as a gift. The following morning I barely remember this act of generosity and to this day wonder just what she was thinking when she noticed them.

We were very much looking forward to attending the Bristol Renaissance Faire this month, however, due to the heat severity, we determined it would not be the greatest idea to do so in July. As a replacement, however, we decided to get some tattoos. Sharon acquired a bridge and I, a sheep. Not a bad time for a lazy, hot Saturday.

The month of July was wrapped up with a few cat themes. Poor monkey-bear was taken to the vet due to violent, butt-licking tendencies which resulted in some prescribed laxative and pain medication. He’s doing much better now. I believe the demons haunting his butthole have vacated. Aside from that, we took in a performance of Cats downtown at the Nederlander Theatre. So here’s the thing on that. I don’t get it. I’ve never gotten it. Every time I try to understand that show, it fails. I couldn’t understand a damn thing the actors were sing/saying other than ‘Jellicle Cats’ which til this day, I still don’t know what the hell they are! Does anyone? Someone respond to this blog with an explanation please. Again, we left at intermission, very glad to have at LEAST experienced ‘Memories’ which is always a good, inner cry.

All in all, not a bad month – despite my obvious, aforementioned bitching. Complications and let-downs aside, nothing was going to stop these queens from enjoying this sexy, hot summer.

First-Act Queens Hot, Chicago summers are generally, not very fun but somehow, we manage. This past month was nothing short of spectacular – even despite the sweltering, blistering, hell heat.

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mayeleventwentytwelve · 7 years

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July 4, 2017 Weekend

It was off to a bad start (for me) since Bernard called me to do something that seemed quick and simple but ended up me staying by my laptop until nearly 11PM at night with no dinner yet. Finally we got some food at the diner, walked a few blocks toward Atlantic Avenue and turned back. Saturday- we had Chipotle for lunch. It started raining so we went to Trader Joes and got a bag of cheese sticks. Walked to Harmon store to get some stuff for our Virginia trip and came home. Finished packing my bag and showered (and shaved a whole lot haha). We were getting ready to leave and found out the light in the kitchen wasn’t working so we switched out the bulbs from upstairs, only to find out it wasn’t the bulb. I remember we were so scared of the glass shattering when we were switching it out. Beads of sweat was running down your head lol. Bing eventually came home and fixed it and we went on ahead. Uber’d to your house. I remember probably sleeping around midnight.. and waking up to Kenji licking my face. So we let him downstairs to peepee. Woke up around 4am and didn’t leave until 5. Got to David’s place and they were getting everything ready. Had a red SUV (on the smaller side). Then the road trip began! We made a pit stop at the stop we went when we went to Six Flags. Got some breakfast and got back on the road. Eventually made it to Washington just in time for 10AM Church for Spencer. Lol I remember having to pee so badly and was contemplating whether I should stay in the hallway until you guys left. But Ruby was there too so we walked out and sat. I remember during one part where we were all silent and had to think about I forget what, Spencer had his eyes closed and I look over and David tickled his nose lol. 15 minutes pass and we all eventually leave. You guys go to Mcds to peepee and we are finally on our way to Virginia. We get there probably around 12:40 or so, to Kings Dominion. We get changed to our swim wear and go to the water park. I remember there was one with the big raft but it could only fit 4, so you and this rather fluffy kid went on one. And me, Ruby, David and Spencer went on another. It was so fun but scary at the same time. Ruby would always be the one up top lol. After the water rides, we changed to regular clothes and went on the roller coasters. Intimidator was probably my favorite, it was INSANE! I sat next to Ruby and I remember I had tears coming down and I was drooling lol. We also went on Anaconda and 305. Twas a good time. We didn’t ride many roller coasters since we were all tired. Think we left around 6 something and got to the hotel around 7ish. Dropped our stuff, Spencer and David showered and then we headed to Bon Chon and ordered way too much food. While we waited, we went to Big Lots and got water/snacks. Spencer got his loofa lol. Got back to the hotel and grubbed like crazy. Clearly we should have ordered less bibimbaps because nobody finished theirs except Spencer surprisingly. You guys were playing on the Switch and I remember showering and then falling asleep and waking up to you near my elbow lol. Next day we got to eat some delicious free breakfast before heading to Busch Gardens. First ride we went on was a water ride. Got soaked but not too bad. Got more wet waiting near the ride than actually on it. The most memorable one was probably the Verbolten, it was dark, fast and that drop yo! Totally unexpected, again I was sitting next to Ruby and drooled lol. Second memorable was Griffin where we were sitting in a row of like 12 and had you over the ledge for two seconds before going down. I’m glad I got to experience that because I was a little poos poos and stayed out when you guys went the first time. We go back to the hotel for a quick jacuzzi break, snack break (we probably looked like homeless kids that didn’t eat all day) and head out to get Spencer pizza, Popeyes for me and water for everyone. Go back to the hotel and grub. I think I was the first to shower and I stayed in bed for a little bit updating my budget before falling asleep. I remember waking up to my alarm and not seeing you in bed. I heard someone in the shower so I thought that was you only to see you passed out on the sofa bed lol. Hope you enjoyed your little scandalous night with Spencer. Grabbed some breakfast before checking out. Made our way to Philly for the Mutter museum. I’m glad we went because Spencer seemed so interested and happy lol. Grabbed some cheesesteak afterwards and finally came home. Went to promenade to see the fireworks, only to find out they changed the locations and we wouldn’t be able to see. WAHHH the one year we go right? Nevertheless, this weekend was a great one and I’m so happy we didn’t get stranded! Haha love you lots.

With a googolplex amount of love,

Anna

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