James and I went to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom on 9/11.
He made me ride the scary roller coasters and go inside the butterfly habitat.
Butterflies freak me out. Beer was $10. Fish & chips were decent. The little girl who rode with us on the swinging ship was adorable; we high-fived. I thought James was going to puke.
Medusa made me nauseous, then we left.
I slept all the way back to Livermore, snuggling up with my new buddy, who I’ve tentatively named “Mister Lionpants.”