Today was Eric's son's 7th birthday. We took our kids plus three of Ambrose's friends to the Waterpark of America. Which is across the street from the Mall of America. The same ridiculousness in scale as the Mall.
(Do other people out there really know about the MOA? Whenever we go there, there are people from all over the world, speaking all kinds of languages. Is it really a destination? Because for me, it's just the closest Sears to my house. It's where I bought my new lawn mower.)
Anyway. Huge. Lots of different wave pools, slides, rivers... I'm exhausted. And I still reek of chlorine.
Lucas learned a new phrase. He will now tell you that waterslides are "not his cup of tea".
When I was about twelve, we drove up to Minnesota to visit your dad and stopped at the Mall of America on the way. I think it was pretty new then. I remember not being terribly impressed - like, okay, it's a really big mall. Except for the log flume ride in the little amusement park they had in there, which scared the living shit out of me because I am a great big wuss.
ReplyDeleteUm. I know. I was there.
ReplyDeleteBut yeah. It's just a mall. A really really big mall. If you want to go to Sears and Sephora, you can plan on walking about a mile. I guess a lot of people from other states like to shop there because there's no sales tax on clothes in Minnesota.
Wait, you were there? I guess that experience traumatized me more than I realized, because I had completely forgotten that.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry. I have almost no memory of my life before I was 25. I'm pretty sure it doesn't mean I'm brain damaged. I think.
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