Our annual trip to the Frightdome started off a little rocky. Actually, it was totally fucked up, but they pulled their head out of their ass and made it our best trip yet.
Dad and Uncle Andy hit the Frightdome again. Rosie goes for the first time. This was the first time we didn’t get there before the doors opened. That was a Good Thing and a Bad Thing. It was good because we sailed through the line. The Bad Thing was the Parking Garage, but more on that later.