Today, E and I took leave of our computers and made the trek to Canobie Lake Park.  We did everything a 12-year old boy could want to do.  We even had pizza for dinner at one of the Canobie dining spots.  Some notable highlights:

No Bozo.  Apparently the year we last went to Canobie (2005) was Bozo’s last year.  He would be 81 now, so I guess we can’t blame him.  But Canobie won’t be the same without him.

I had what I believe to be the best caramel apple in my entire life.  This juicy baby was dipped in caramel, then white chocolate, and then, cinnamon sugar.  I want to go back.

I once again allowed my mouth to make a fool of myself.  Not only that, but it cost me a game of Whac-A-Mole.  In the Canobie version of the game, everyone starts at the same time, and the one with the highest score at the end wins the stuffed animal.  I was primed, I was pumped, I was ready to go.  I was going to win that prize.  Then one of the two 40-ish ladies to my right said something to me and boy E: “Now you men go slow so we girls have a chance.”  Totally blew my concentration.  Of course I had to come up with a retort – it was just too irresistible.  Of course the game was going to start any second.  I said, “You ladies look pretty fast to me,” and then the game started.  I spent the entire game whacking moles as fast as I could while laughing at my own stupid joke.  Of course the guy to my left got 150 points to my 120, and he walked away with the coveted whatever-it-was.  Blasted ladies.