Dear Andrea,
Next time you're planning an outing to Six Flags, MONDAY is the way to go. You'll have the rides to yourselves, you won't have to dodge eight-foot-tall plush ScoobyDoo toys around every corner, and you'll find a parking space in the row right next to the handicapped spaces. Oh, and that L-O-N-G line of people waiting to get into the Music Mill Amphitheatre to see Coobrila (or whatever the show du jour is)? Ppppphhhhhhtttt. Bypass it. Go ahead and indulge your desire to ride Tony Hawk's Big Spin once more and time it so that you walk in with five minutes to spare, and you'll still be able to find seats on the third row. Randy might even be so drunk on the feeling of liberation that he loses his head and suggests that you get something to eat inside the park. Give it a try--you won't be sorry.
Sincerely,
Me
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