That. Was an exhausting weekend. This is part one, comprising of a night of binging, dancing and not remembering, followed by a five-hour drive (total) to and from Cedar Point, where we were soaked, thrashed, mauled, mashed, and essentially were blessed with a great time. I also snuck my SLR 680 onto a few rides for some interesting roller-coasteroids. Followed by Risk. Oh man.

(2009.07.17-18)