Friday night was DST Worlds of Fun night, where Scott's company rents out the local amusement park and we spend the evening eating low-quality hotdogs, standing in line for rides and feeling like we might see those hot dogs again. Scott actually went on the Patriot, a coaster that goes upside down. It's the sort where you sit but your legs dangle - you're not in a cart. I was proud of him for going on it - he usually stays away from anything that remotely goes in a circle in any way. I think he actually enjoyed it.
It was a fun night of people watching. We saw a guy who had a "mull-hawk" a mullet crossed with a mohawk. You kind of had to witness it to understand it's pure beauty. Oooh, and a baby so fat that it looked like a baby had eaten another baby. It was a good night.
Along with Kelli's sister, Kim, we took Kayla into the Camp Snoopy ball house - where there are millions of foam balls everywhere and you throw them, drop them into cannons and blow them across the room, throw them into baskets where air blows them up and all over the place, etc. The place is full of kids running around screaming, trying to grab as many balls as they can, and parents re-living their childhood, whipping balls at friends and spouses. It's a nice little slice of society regressing.
