The running joke is that everytime Peter and I take a picture together, one of us is making a stupid face. I literally take 30 pictures at a time sometimes, and there is something wrong with every single picture. It’s crazy. I will be amazed if we ever take a picture together in which we both smile, have our eyes open, and aren’t making a stupid face. Anywho, these pics are from our half-a-day trip to Busch Gardens, Williamsburg. First, we decided to drive up to Richmond for Heather’s graduation party for a few hours, and then on the way back we would head to the Gardens for a few hours of fun. At the age of 22, I finally realize why my parents would never go on the roller coasters with me when I was 10. My stomach just isn’t what it used to be. I used to be the teacup champion. I could spin the crap out of that cup and make the people on it puke. Now after each ride, I go to one of those little Pet Shenanigan shows or Irish Dancing shows, so I can have time to regroup before the next roller coaster. So lame.
