Friday this week was "Pride Night" at Paramount's King's Island, the amusement park north of Cincinnati. There are many things that I like about this event, but the best is that there ARE NO LINES, so for my money - and it is a lot of money - this is the only time to go, when tickets are not for sale to the general public (well, anyone can buy one, they just need to be aware who's throwing the party). In the course of four hours or so, you can ride as many roller costers and other stomach-churning contraptions as you can in a ten-hour day during the summer - and them some.

Or get sicker quicker.

Someone here has advised never wear a kilt to an amusement park, I recall, but I guess I must have taken that as a challenge. I wanted to see how cumbersome it was for myself (not all that much, it turned out).

For a while, I thought I was going to be the only one. It was, after all, forecast to be a little nippy out. But then, as my group was strolling down one of the promenades, my friend, Steve, cries out with his ever-so-slight Yiddish inflection, "Look! It's your people!"

Steve brought a camera and insisted we get a photo.

Oy.



Since I did not seek the twins' permission to post their picture, I have edited the photo to conceal their identity. But they were, in my estimation, VGL and as you can see, I did not put up a fuss after all.

Regards,
Rex in Cincinnati