Day Two at Cedar Point

2 rounds of mini-golf (in which Dani lived up to her reputation and finished dead last the first time but proceeded to disappoint all involved parties by finishing second in the next),
countless battles of DDR,
2 tracks of Go-Karts (where the two pioneers with names rhyming with bat dueled it out for victory),
1 go at bumper boats (where Dani proved to be water fiend),
and perhaps 7 roller coaster rides (including 2 rounds on Magnum) later, we have this to report:

Erica's cholera worsens. She found herself unable to ride one giant roller coaster, but fear not!--she did ride all the others that were gianter.

Matt has laryngitis from screaming on many rides. He also caught 1038 pounds of meat, but turns out we could only fit 100 on the wagon. Pity.

Kat beat out everyone, including several middle-aged men, at Go-Karts. She served as our native guide to the Ohioan (a new word for Dani) terrain as we scoped the wilderness of Cedar Point. She has been christened Pattering Screaming Cat.

We rekindled our skill at Botticelli (Erica stumped all with Theodore Geisel and Dani got everyone on Gerhard Schroeder who may or may not be over 40, according to her; Matt does not seem to know whether Charlton Heston is still alive, and Kat had what must have been a momentary brain blip when she assumed that both Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan had yet to kich the bucket). We also explored the realms of Chuck, Fuck, or Marry. We showed our expertise at the latter by entering into the world of the abstract: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Mary-Kate and Ashley/Jessica and Ashlee/Britney and Jamie Lynn, Betty T., Brodhead, and Levin particularly peaked our interest.

Tomorrow we take on the roller coaster that goes straight up in the air and then straight back down (see photo to your right). Ah, aren't we eXtreme!

Fondly,
Your friendly midwestern voyagers