Wednesday night, I went to Six Flags with my brother. They had an event for season passholders where the park was open later for them, and since they're having an anniversary deal where you can get a season's pass for a little more than a day pass, I went along for the ride (literally). It was fantastic, until we got off the last rollercoaster at 11 p.m., and my brother couldn't find his keys. Anywhere. We searched the entire car we were in, and nothing. Despite being tucked into a pocket, somehow they flew right off the American Eagle, which is an older coaster that doesn't even go upside down. We had to call the parents to bring some keys for his car. We live over an hour from the park. He and I had to sit in the empty parking lot for over an hour and wait for them. They never found the keys. I suspect they're in the swampy area underneath the giant spiral section of the track. Last day to pack before the move tommorow: probably no internet access other than work access for the next week. Oh, and CSI fans on my list?
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