Get out of NYC: Easter Weekend 2013
Presenting the only picture I took on Easter Sunday. Yesterday's family picture was actually taken on Saturday in Philadelphia. This is a picture I took to remember our locker number from Six Flags Adventure Park. Minutes later, I threw my bulky camera inside locker #3722 and forgot to take pictures with my iPhone for the rest of the day. I'm regretting that now after seeing all the Easter recaps. Six flags isn't exactly picturesque, but at least it's a break from suspenders (guilty) and bow ties (guilty). Instead of buying new dress clothes for my family, we blew our budget on roller coasters and milk shakes and ponchos. We have enough clothes anyway. My kids can squeeze into their Christmas clothes for a few more months.
Six Flags was basically empty beside us, a few Jewish families, and some teenagers cashing in their season passes from the great E.B. By the time the rain set in at 4pm, just about everyone left. We stayed. Sometimes we went on roller coasters twice in a row to experience the ride from both the front and the back. I was shocked at the legit rides my kids were tall enough to enter. As long as we rode with them, they could go on the super tall swings and substantial roller coasters. On some, I screamed the whole time and held onto their tiny hands for dear life. We went on the Skyway Cable Cars across the park three times yelling things like, "Stay Sweet! What's up dude? Party Rockin' in the house tonight." Because no one was there, within a few hours we experienced most of the park. Drenched.
While Sunday wasn't spent being all warm and fuzzy, it was spent together as a family. And besides that one tantrum from Owen ("I will not share my MILKSHAKE WITH ANYONE!"), the freezing rain, and the tacky theme park aesthetic, it was a good time with my favorite people. I guess that's what the day is all about. Well, sort of. I'm rounding up here.