James, myself, Dale, and Annette went to White Water in Atlanta yesterday. Spent a FOURTUNE. This would not bother me if we had had a good time. But Dale doesn’t really like water parks (said he’d rather have another crown put on), James fell and hurt himself and pooped out after three hours. And add to this the misfortune of walking up the rise to go to the bathroom and Dale waiting outside for me. The last time I saw him, in my brain’s eye, was outside the men’s restroom which was on the other side of a small building. He walked over to the women’s side and waited for me. I came out and walked back to the men’s side and he was nowhere to be found. I walked back to our cabana and he wasn’t there. I began to despair for such trips are not without a certain gearing up and anxiety and flurry over preparations. I waited. I asked the staff if they would page him and they said they could only page for children and I asked if we could pretend he was a little child and they said no because then the staff actually goes in search of the child, who would be Dale, who is certainly not. At some point, I asked a staff member to go into the men’s room and ask for Dale, but he was not there. I do not know if I did this right after I came out of the bathroom and couldn’t find him, or if I actually went back up the rise to the restrooms. So I went back to the cabana and waited and almost sobbed. Then I wrote him a note and went to have a smoke. Came back and ordered some food and waited some more and told myself he surely wasn’t dead and so got into an email conversation with Megan and then he shows up and says something to the effect of is this what you came here to do. And I said over and over I am so sorry I know you told me where to be but I can’t remember and he said I have been waiting outside the women’s restroom all the this time, right where I told you I would be.
He stood there for an hour. How is it possible that he missed me coming out? Why did he not go back to the cabana to see if I was there?
This is my version of the story. His would be different. But whatever the story, it’s pretty much impossible to not be cross with each other and that lasted longer than it should have because I am always so touchy. Especially when I’m in fibro fog. Especially when I’m anxious. And can’t think clearly and can’t get my words out.
So add to this that when we FINALLY went to ride something, the power was down on that side of the park. No kidding. Then we saw Annette with the injured James and directed James back to the cabana and then we three went and stood in line for an hour and walked up many steps, then more, then got into the long snaky plastic wonder and swirled away into the dark me screaming the entire time what fun. Then we ate. Then Dale and I got on the lazy river which was swarming with people, many without tubes because the park just doesn’t provide enough tubes. Dale wanted to get out after one go round but I said please once more and we did and then he said I’m finished please let it be finished and we went back to the cabana and James was laid out exhausted and ready to go and Annette was gone. We waited on her a while. Picked at the leavings of our food. Then Net came back we packed up and went home.
I had gotten my second wind and was ready to ride other things at that point. The same thing happened when we went to Six Flags. Dale hated it. Alex hated it. We were there 2 hours and left, though James and I would have kept going for a long time.
Pros—Cleaner than we expected. Super nice staff. Paying $175 for a cabana so at least we had comfort and a huge locker and a wait staff.
Cons—No ALCOHOL. Long lines. Wave pool the size of maybe four Olympic swimming pools and most of the time the waves weren’t going. (Really a sometimes-wavy bathtub where’s Waldo sort of swirl of humans with clear inner tubes.) Everywhere, Leaves. Water leaking down the hill from the rides into our cabana but only into a small area.
BIGGEST CON—This ain’t Disney World’s Typhoon Lagoon.
However, Annette ate a King Henry the 8th Turkey Leg. I did flip off my tube trying to get into my tube and hit my head on the concrete and have a boo-boo.
Also, I am tired, but not really sore. For a fibro-flaring busted-gut girl I did remarkably well.