Yesterday was Mother's Day. A day where we honor those who brought us into this world. So I did what I have done for the past two Mother's days...I went to Six Flags Over Geaorgia!!! It's the perfect day for it. I mean, who takes their mom to Six Flags for Mother's Day?? Actually, you'd be surprised, but even so, the place is nearly deserted. Compared to the crowds that are normally there on a sunny summer day. With the exception of two rides, we didn't wait in line more than 4 or 5 minutes for anything. And by the end of the afternoon, we were walking up and hopping on rides. We looped and dropped and screamed and laughed, and on a couple of rides made a promise to start attending church regularly if we survived. All in all, it was a great day. But that is not what I wanted to discuss.
If you ever need an ego boost, a little shot in the arm that even though you aren't Tyra Banks or Markus Schenkenberg you still look pretty decent, just spend an afternoon at the Flags. As one of my buddies said while we were standing in line, YIKES!!!!!! I understand that people come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and varying states of tooth decay. But it never ceases to amaze me that people will go out in public looking the way that they do. We saw women in outfits that were so skimpy they wouldn't fit around my thigh. Men with no shirts that had more hair than a Yeti. Little kids (4 or 5 years old) running around in bikini swimsuits. I saw more fake hair and gold teeth than at an Old Dirty Bastard concert. And every time I turned around, there was someone with a gaping hole where one (or several) of their teeth had once been.
And just the Saturday before, I had been complaining to a friend that I had been slack about going to the gym and was starting to let myself go. Sort of makes me fell silly...
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