There's something I find very peculiar about this picture. Not one of these people is wearing pyjamas. I've had a few people tonight (and previously) ask me what circumstances led me to ride a rollercoaster in my bathrobe. So rather than going to bed right now as I had planned, I'll quickly share this story with all of you. Including a certain person on 'formspring' who's evading my question. Even though I've shared some of the Most Personal Things, Like, Ever. But I'm not bitter, honest. Just tremendously curious.
Anyway here's how it all went down. For those of you reading at home go make some popcorn, I'll wait.
When I was in my late teens a brand-new amusement park (Canada's Wonderland) opened many miles from where I lived. They were offering free admission to anyone who entered the park wearing their pyjamas.
This opportunity was way too cool to pass up.
So...I stayed over at my friend's place. We didn't bother to change in the morning and just headed out to the bus stop. In our jammies and bathrobes. We got on the bus, and everyone stared at us like we didn't realize we'd forgotten to get dressed. We caught a second bus and made our way to the park.
We arrived and passed through the gates au gratin. (Oh wait, that means "with cheese"). I mean, au gratis. Most people had their civilian clothes on under their PJ's and changed when they got into the park.
Not us. There were other people, mostly our age, who stayed in their nightwear as well. Now for a young horny guy, hitting amusement rides for free all day while being surrounded by girls in pink jammies is like winning the effing lottery. We stayed dressed like this most of the day, as I recall we had to eventually change in the afternoon when the sun got too hot. But there you go.
Then there was the time I climbed 1776 steps up the CN Tower in a Halloween costume...