So here's my TR for BGW. We took the trip in July. If you think I procrastinated on this one, wait until I break out my 2016 TR's to Scarowinds, BGT, and SWO. (If ever)
We took advantage of my sister getting married in the outer banks by making a day trip to one of our favorite parks, Busch Gardens Williamsburg, on the way. We purchased our tickets in advance and we were really excited. I mean f*** it... our one week stay in a beach house with 15 members of our family already sounded like torture, combined with: "Are you God Damn kidding me? We're paying that much to stay at a crowded beach house, NOT
on the beach, when we've stayed at luxury resorts and condos for half the price. So why not spend what ended up being a few drops in the bucket compared to the BF we were getting on our beach house. (BF is up to your interpretation although some people would consider it a good thing ((For the love of God no social arguments It's just a joke I'm OK with whatever works for you.)(((I have a vulgar sense of humor)))((((This is the very least inappropriate joke I could make since Andrew ruined the one Trump joke I tried to make)(((((Screw you Andrew)))))((((((Already guaranteed this won't make the front page, now))))))(((((((More parenthesis, because I'm a combination of an idiot and a dork, with a little douche mixed in.)))))))))))).
Well alright then. Our Corolla "vacation" was Saturday to Saturday, so we set out on a Friday and hopped an optimistic flight with American Airlines to DC, where we were Scheduled
to have a two hour layover, before flying into Norfolk and driving an hour to our Holiday Inn Express. Our flight to DC was quick with no problems. We lucked out and had the opportunity to pick up a semi-healthy dinner of Greek Salad and Grilled Chicken, which was pretty damned good for an Airport Restaurant.
After the confusing as hell trip to our gate, we finally figured out that we had to go downstairs to the basement, before we could wait for a bus, to take us to our 3 across seater plane, before taking off. Our flight was scheduled to leave around 10 and get in around 11. Easy peasy? Negative.
prozach626 wrote:It's 1030 at night, we're stranded in DC with our airplane placed on indefinite standby for maintenance, and it's supposed to rain all day tomorrow. Not a good sign of things to come for our solo day at the park tomorrow, before heading to the outer banks for a week. Fml
Note the word 'indefinite.' How's that for giving everyone an optimistic outlook?
(Just like one of those cheap reenactments on some bullshit documentary movies where actual quotes are used and my character would probably be played By Nicholas Cage or one of the worst actors repeatedly used on HBO. Or, maybe Oprah, I don't know.)
I'm pretty apathetic when it comes to death, so whatever, but I'd rather die on the way home if that's convenient with American Airlines. An hour later of yawning and occasional people watching later, in between looking up from one of those books where you admit boredom defeat 20% into it and upload a new book on your Kindle, we were advised that our plane was under "Maintenance review." Sweet. Take that C02 generator out for a spin and if it doesn't need another set of jumper cables, a shady patch job on the tires, or a really shitty JB weld job on the engine, we'll be good to go. We accepted our fate of immediate sedatives at our late hotel arrival, followed with 6 hours of sleep and a liter of coffee. Instead, 45 minutes later, we were in a mad dash to the booking counter after our flight was CANCELLED.
prozach626 wrote:Aaaaaannnnnddd... my flight was cancelled...
Emily and I held it together. We scrambled and we worked through the problem. Unlike a lot of couples, we rarely fight and we work great as a team. (She's one of the few things in my life I've done right.) She contacted the airlines while we waited in line and I contacted Thrifty to see what I could do with our rental car. I realized we were only a few hours from Norfolk, so I figured if we could rearrange our original rental destination and cruise the rest of the way there we would be golden. I spoke to a lively overseas lady who I could barely understand over the loud crowd bitching and her strong accent. I'm sure she had just as much trouble understanding me with the background noise and my super classy Midwest redneck voice. Eventually we changed the starting point of our original reasonable priced $300 per week rental car to leave from DC. No problem she says. Happy to help. That will be $1200 dollars. No. FFFF you, lady.
So, it was on to the next plan and Emily had our flight rescheduled to fly NORTH to Minnesota before the sun even thought about waking up, have an hour layover, and fly back to Norfolk, with no chance in hell of sitting next to each other. Our arrival time was 10am, which would put us in the park around noon, more than likely. Screw it, we'll make do.
American put us up at the Hyatt Regency, which was a plus, since we are used to staying with Hyatt and it was within our comfort zone. First stop? The medicine shop to relieve our stress from the chaos and rapidly evolving situation. We received a medicinal dose of a double gin and tonic each, and an even stronger rectal dose (non discriminatory joke) of a $40 tab. LOL. Worth it. We fell to sleep quickly into our comfortable California king an we were tempted to smash the alarm clock when it activated at something like 3:50 AM, because 4:00 is too much of a round number...
prozach626 wrote:Woke up after 3 hours of sleep to hit connecting flight to Norfolk. Boarded airport shuttle. Got an email that our connection flight to get us to Norfolk at 1pm is cancelled and we were rescheduled for a 10pm arrival in Norfolk tonight. F*** American Airlines! We're getting a rental car and driving a few hours to Norfolk, passing BGW, to pick up our OTHER rental car. We then drove an hour back in our shitty dirty Nissan Versa, back to BGW.
Trying as hard as we can to make lemonade here, but these are some sour lemons.
Seriously, FFFF you American Airlines. Donald Trump lied, because apparently you're still not great. (DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, ANDREW!) After calmly reeling Emily in from a short public outburst on the tram back to the airport, we were determined to complete our trek to BGW! For those wondering what the outburst looked like, please see a fine example in a different context:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhbRcDZiJJc&t=14s
Luckily, Hurst (spelling?) rental car company opened at 5am and we ordered a car via our phones for $100 bucks, once I picked up the pieces of my emotional wife. I enjoyed it, snce usually it's the other way around. When we got to the airport before 5, we went to pick up our suitcases and were advised that the baggage office didn't open until 7 or 8, which would put our ETA at the park well over 2 or 3. Luckily, Jesus Christ himself was the one who advised us of this. After watching the optimism drain from our faces, he asked us what our bags looked like and went into the baggage claim area. After he was gone for 10 minutes, I figured we were doomed and he wouldn't be able to locate our bags, but we were shocked when he wheeled out our familiar looking luggage. I urged him to take $20 for our graciousness, but he calmly smiled and stated he wasn't going to accept that. We thanked him repeatedly and moved to the shuttle area, only to realize that the shuttles to the rental car company were not yet running. We had decided to "just go with" whatever came out way and follow the path we were led. Luckily, after waiting for ten minutes the only Taxi in the entire city drove by, but he didn't see us waving. All hope lost again, I saw his familiar face drive by about five minutes later. I wasn't going to miss that son of a bitch again, so I practically strung my underwear out of my bag to form SOS and waved frantically. A happy cabbie loaded our luggage and drove us less than five minutes to the rental car hub and I insisted he take my $20. Money fixes everything? We responded to the rental counter where the nicest lady ever listened to our story and provided us with our car keys and listened to our sob story. She handed over a basket of chocolates and said, "Take a chocolate, it's the least I can do." Normally we watch what we eat despite park binges, but "Just go with it."
Fueled by our Nissan Juke (what a surprisingly fun and versatile vehicle to drive), and Starbucks tripple shot Macchiatos, we drove through our Nation's Capital and on to Norfolk to pick up our crappy Nissan Versa, at our $300 cost. Then t was on to Williamsburg, where we stopped for lunch at another mostly healthy Zoe's Kitchen (please come to the midwest), and got to the park a hair before noon. First on the agenda? Taking a 30 minute nap in the car. We were surprisingly refreshed.
Ripped off from the movie Apolo 13, "The Mission to BGW was what we referred to as a successful failure..."
except we said FFFFF it, and decided to land on the moon even if it was going to kill us...
This will be more of an overall park review, since the day was somewhat foggy due to a mixture of no sleep, long stressful travels, and a mixture of delicious stimulants (coffee) and downers (beer). Some people prefer meth and heroin, but I'll never be that hardcore.
Did you expect anything else? Savor it, because there aren't many pictures, let alone pointing pictures. #exhausted#enjoythisanddon'tspendthewholedaydoccumenting
The crowds didn't seem bad at all and we hit up Tempesto first. Me? I enjoyed it more than last time. Emily? Buzz Killington was even less impressed than last time. How can you not appreciate a ride that has the Mr. Freeze roar?
We also hit Apollo, which I although I enjoyed our first visit, very much underwhelmed me. We had one ride total in the front and one in the back, that day. We really enjoyed both of them, especially in the front. I'm back on the wagon.. or train!
The refreshing atmosphere of this place is so great it softened our moods and we were able to really relax.
If you know my TR'S, you know Emily makes train selfies mandatory. BGW'S train is great and we love trains in general. Er... well most of them...
We tried our first ride on Invader, which ended up being our longest wait, which was 30 minutes. I enjoyed the ride, as I do 90% of rides, but it was probably my least favorite GCI. I wouldn't wait more than a few minutes to ride it. We also hit up Verbolen, which is still a blast.
We also did this! I am in love with this ride and I praise BGW for keeping it and letting me experience it. The interaction with Invader makes it even better, because you can drunkenly wave and yell "HEEEEEEEY!!!" at the people on the lift hill with your immature self, while your wife slaps you on the arm and says ZAAyyyyycckk stoohhhp with her pouty face. All of that turns to laughter when she inserts more beer.
Then, this happened. It poured for a solid hour almost completely emptying out the park.
What better time to start? Our people watching was incredible and if I can get my old phone up and running later (aka not being lazy), I'll upload some phenomenal people watching pictures. We were stranded in the middle of the most awkward/geeky family ever, who decided to bring what appeared to be a few month old infant to the park (WTF). There were also several times where they were so unaware of personal space that they literally surrounded Emily and I while they had their conversations about their plans for the remainder of the day like we could have been family... This is not an exaggeration. There were several times where I just sipped my beer and gave my attention to each one of them as they spoke, as if I were part of the group. I can't even explain the tone in which they all spoke, but if men in black were real, they would have been in full disguise. At one point, a few members of the group who I estimated to be in their late teens/early 20's broke off from the group and stood in the rain for 20 minutes taking instagramfacebooksnapchat pictures. The guy and one of the gals were taking kissy/lovey pictures in the pouring rain and I wouldn't have been a bit surprised if they were brother and sister.
I totally get it, Rob.
At one point, I forced a very uncomfortable Emily to take some pictures of me pointing in the center of the family conversation, which did not turn out well, since she was not cool with it. (party pooper). Finally the mother of the 2 hour old child said "Uh.. Dad... I think you're crowding those people."
After that, the side show stopped and the weather turned to a mostly very light mist, partial very light rains, with periods of beautiful mid 60 degree dryness. We were soaked, we were buzzed, and we were having a blast.
Griffin is our favorite dive coaster by far, but we got so caught up in the day we were only to enjoy one awesome ride or two. Walk-On.
More evidence of an empty park. Nessy? Walk on and as good as I remembered. Pure laughter and fun. Not to be taken too seriously. (Use this as a guideline is you find yourself over revving your nerdyness).
When in Rome. There may have been 30-40 people in Festhause and it was awesomely quiet.
But we never dodged a chance to stop and admire the few animal enclosures.
And we never Dodged what I ultimately decided was my favorite ride in the park. Walk-On.
Where's Waldo? We also had to dodge a few small puddles. Good thing we can swim pretty well.
The rest of the daytime was filled with no crowds, a little fog, and walk on rides. We snagged split an OMFG amazing soft pretzel with the cream cheese icing and continued to visit beer man until we had to leave a few hours of sobering up.
At twilight we took our first ever ride on Mach Tower when it was the only short period of steady rain. Ragged ass looking, tired, and having a blast, Emily asked me WTF I was thinking, but ended up laughing her ass off with me, as the rain seemed to fall at the same pace we did.
The rain slowed and we casually walked around and enjoyed walk-on rides and almost completely empty trains wherever.
Our day was finished out gloriously. We took a walk on ride on Invadr and decided it still wasn't for us. After that, we rode LeScoot 3-4 times without getting off. On our last lap we asked the ride operator, "Have we been the only people riding?" "Yep. Wanna go again?" "Yep!" Yelling LeScoot! as loud as possible and screaming WoooooooooooooH! on the way down probably got us some funny stares from the three people left in the park.
Our second to last ride in the park was FFFFing epic! We decided to hop on Alpengeist one last time and took a walk-on seat in the front, with maybe 5-6 of us remaining guests on the entire train. The ride was absolutely hauling as small drops of mist hit our face. The peaks of every element were warm and painted with dim shines of light, followed by dark dives into the foggy cool valleys. The smell of summer and plantlife rejoicing from the abundant summer rain were incredible, interrupted only by the clean smell of chlorine as we zero-g rolled over Le Scoot. This was one of the most memorable rides of the entire summer and we enjoyed the ever living hell out of it.
One would think this would have closed out our perfect night as the operating hours were coming to an end, but I wanted to treat Emily to one last ride on her favorite coaster in the park, Verbolten. We smiled and laughed as made our way to the front of the park and boarded the tram, just as the back half of the storm erupted in lightning and downpour. Luckily, we were sobered up by then. We sprinted toward our car parked a quarter mile away in the back parking lot, which was quite literally the only car in that parking lot, laughing when we got to our crappy Versa. We drove back to our Holiday Inn, jumped in a much needed shower, and fell into a 10 hour coma.
Feeling amazingly refreshed, we woke up and hit the tread mills, cleaned up, and got back on the road for our couple hour drive to Corolla NC. NOPE!
***TO BE CONTINUED***