David Levy

Only the tallest ride in the park.

So we ride that.

And then the Italian job, which almost gives me whiplash.

And then Top Gun, which has us swinging around, narrowly avoiding trees.

And after each ride, Tyson's like, awesome, awesome, awesome.

And I'm having a good time, but I don't know how much more of this I can take.

My mantras are becoming useless to me, becoming desensitized to them.

So thank God it's 10 o'clock at night.

There's only time for one more ride before the park closes.

And we're getting into the front seat of the Vortex.

You know it.

It's a roller coaster, and I inspected it before we got in, and it occurred to me...

That for all of the swinging and the dropping and the flailing about that I've had to endure this day, I had yet to be on a ride that would turn us upside down.

The vortex would do that to us six times.

So I'm in pre-panic mode when the ride begins.

And then all of a sudden, boom, explosion.

The nightly fireworks, they set up...

to signal the closing of the park go off, and they're happening right in the sky in front of us.

So as we're climbing that first ascent, going way above the tree line, at a moment in time when I really should have been in full panic mode, instead, we're gawking at the fireworks, so that I barely recognize when we crest the top of the hill.

And it's not until we're plummeting down that first drop, which is going to take us into the first two loop-de-loops, that it occurs to me, oh my God, my wallet, my keys, Tyson, could I save all three?