So, my honey and I went to Magic Mountain this past weekend. We almost ended up in New Brunswick, New Jersey. How is that possible? Well, it was early in the morning, it had been a wine filled evening with the other Barron girl, and I should have gone back to sleep for the hour I spent reading my book. My job was to book the hotel. We were meeting his parents and one of their freinds up there on Saturday night so we could hit the park first thing on Sunday. I went to the magicmountain.com that came up as one of the last sites on my computer we visited. We were going to book the hotels the night before, but like I said. It was a wine filled evening with the other Barron girl. We looked at hotels but that was about it.
I called the first hotel. They were booked already for the evening. The next place had 3 rooms available. Price was right. Looked nice. So I booked it. Credit card. Billing address. Got the confirmation numbers and I asked for the address so we could navigate. I asked for the city because my nav sometimes gets me confused.
Response? New Brunswick.
NEW JERSEY??!!??
Yes.
Ummm ... I think I have the wrong Magic Mountain. Please cancel all the rooms.
This got plenty of laughs from the peanut gallery. Hung up and started over. Ended up wishing I had listened to the drunk the night before and booked the suites. BUT... as it was pointed out to me, it was just for the one night.
The Magic Mountain day was soooo awesome. We got to ride all the big rides and didn't have to wait more than an hour for any of them. I'm still scared of heights and roller coasters which made it even more awesome. Golliath at night ? Scariest coolest thing E V E R. We met some really cool people that live and work right around the corner that we'll have to hang out with again.
I can't belive that we almost ended up in New Jersey
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