Seven Peaks and Other Treats

I love a catchy title.

Anywho, so yesterday I went to Seven Peaks Waterpark in Provo, Utah with a couple of my best guy friends. I would post a picture, but one of them took the picture cough cough Stephen cough cough and hasn't posted it on facebook yet. I'll publish it on here as soon as I get it.
So Seven Peaks...I'm not as impressed as I thought I would be. I hear all these people from Utah sing that place's praises. It was not that fantastic. First a few complaints. It's so crowded. And I heard from other people there that it was considered a slow day. I'd rather die then go on a busy day then. Secondly, walking around on the pavement barefoot in the sun is the worst. Literally, I have burns on my feet from the hot ground. And it's not like you can wear your flip flops. You'd lose them in the water or on the slide. I should have brought water shoes. But honestly when I swim with shoes on I feel like any second I will drown from the weight of them. I'm very paranoid. Additonally, for being exactly $31.95 (with this price you get a tube voucher and a meal voucher) it didn't have enough things to do to keep me entertained. Yes, the slides were fun; slightly frightening but fun. And yes it was nice to be in the water on a hot day. But since I'm not from Provo I had to drive for about an hour to get there, plus the money for food. Not worth it people. I'm just saying...if I was going to spend the money, I would rather spend it on clothes. BUT may I add that I got to see one of my graduated college friends who lives in California. So it was worth it. Just to see him. And also to see my other friend. But he lives close by me, so it's not as big of a deal. But still. Here's a little secret about me...I love people, and more especially my friends. I would do anything for them. And I would pay any amount of money--may I add that I don't have much of it--but I would pay any amount of money to see them. Money comes and goes. But friends are more important. People are much more important. All in all it was a nice day. I got to escape from my rather train wreck of a life to be with a few old friends. And it felt wonderful.
Here's a little picture of seven peaks for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about. This is just part of the park.

Don't be deceived by the 10 people in the picture. It's all a lie. There's normally about 100x that amount.
May I also add that the bathrooms were super, super, super, super gross. Worse than disneyland gross. Worse than the last gas station I went in gross. And I was in there in barefeet because we were on our way to the slides. Yeah. Needless to say that with the burns on my feet...and the bathroom germs...I am not touching my feet for the next 30 days except with gloves and a sanatation suit. They are offically on quarantine. Another secret about me...I am a slight germaphobe. Not one of the crazy ones...just one of the ones who seriously considers the amount of disgusting things on an object before touching it, and then will only touch disgusting things if absolutely necessary...and will gag while doing it.

I'm also finding out about myself that I am a chicken. Never before in my life have I been scared to do alot of things. But every year that I grow older is a year that I lose some of my bravery. Heads up to whoever I marry...I will be really boring by the age of 30. Maybe this is why people get married early and get divorces. The guy is probably thinking, "Oh I'm marrying this really cool exciting girl." Then 2 years later she won't do anything but sit at home because the world is so full of germs and danger. Then he gets out of there real quick and marrys a younger model. This also explains part of why older guys like younger girls. You can offically consider me a genius for figuring that out.