Oh, yeah. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

[apocalypsos]

On the plus side, I got to ride the roller coaster I was dying to ride last year, and YES. YESYESYES. Oh, man, I could have stayed on that thing for the rest of the day. Wheeeee!

The minus side came when after we rode one more roller coaster I got seriously sick. Like, I threw up four times in the next three restrooms we passed. By the time I finally cracked and went up to the first aid office to lie down, the guy signing me in and I preceded to have this conversation:

First Aid Guy: "So, have you thrown up today yet?"
Me: "Yup, four times."
First Aid Guy: "Four times?! And you're only just coming in now?"
Me: "Well, I didn't want to ruin anybody else's good time."
First Aid Guy: "So you walked around the park for an hour and a half puking your guts out?"
Me: "Um ... yes?"

Really, the only person whose good time I might have ruined was my brother's, and since the first aid office was right next to an arcade ... yeah, he was perfectly content and I don't know what the hell I was thinking.

Comments

Re: Er, are you ok?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I think the only reason it took four times for me to stop was because I was so self-conscious about throwing up in a public bathroom every time I heard some woman on the other side of the divider between the toilets talking to her kid my throat would stop working. So I kept leaving the restrooms before I could finish.

Plus, this isn't the first time I've been really ridiculously motion-sick -- my parents discovered just how motion-sick I could get on my first plane trip to Florida when I was a kid where I spent the entire ride puking. Usually it only happens with plane trips, though -- I'm fine on roller coasters for the most part.