si yo no te tengo yo prefiero la muerte porque eres tu la magia de mi piel

I LOVE Carnivals of Death. One summer, Vitriola and I went to every one we passed in the Albany NY area. Some weird stoned guy running the Spider (sometimes called Octopus or Scrambler) was all about hitting on Vitriola. So when my friend called to say there was a Carnival of Death in the parking lot of the K-Mart near her house, we knew we had to go. Last night, The Man Who Lives in the House and I drove over to her house, picked her and her friend up, and prepared for a fun! and festive! evening at El Carnaval de la Muerte (since it's in a largely Hispanic area of town, we had to use the Spanish terminology). The ticket booth made us wait for a long time, when we went to get new tickets, because a family was confused over pricing.Our first ride was the Sea-Ray, which in upstate New York at The Great Escape amusement park was called the Viking. This swings back and forth but never goes all the way around, which confused The Man because he didn't understand why we weren't really strapped in until the ride ended.I didn't get a good picture pf the crow's nest on it, but it was shaking and enhanced the enjoyment of the ride in that we were never certain when it was going to fall off entirely and hit us. But here's a shot of the parking lot while on the rideand this shows just how popular the ride was, since The Man and I were in the last seat on one side, and my friends were in the last seat on the other.
I also made the three of them ride the Gravitron (called The Rotor at The Great Escape) and we rode the Ferris wheel and the thing that's like the Gravitron but is outside and you're in wire cages and it was really REALLY fucking cold.

And afterwards, feeling sick, we decided it would be a good idea to go to eat Bangladeshi food at one of our favorite restaurants, Panahar.

And that's why I feel kinda sick today.