Any Friday You Can Walk Away From

Happy Easter! Or should I say HOPPY Easter? You know, because of the bunnies? Okay, maybe that's too high-concept. Anyway, I haven't done anything for Easter in particular, but I did have a pretty busy weekend. I'll go back before that first, though, as it was our cat Wally's twentieth birthday on Monday.

He seems to be doing pretty well for his age, too. Reagan is a few years younger, and has more health issues that we know of. Recently, we've started giving her subcutaneous fluids.

My dad had invited us to his house in Pennsylvania for his birthday, which was Good Friday this year, although we actually celebrated the following day. Beth and I did make the drive to Pennsylvania on Thursday night, though, so we could visit Hersheypark, and my sister decided to join us there.

It was a lot more crowded than I would have expected, and there was a long wait just for the Scrambler.

So we didn't get to ride as much as we wanted, but we went on a fair number of rides. I hadn't been on the Great Bear since 1999 (I think), and I'd never been up in the Kissing Tower.

It doesn't help that, the way the park is set up now (and it's been reorganized quite a bit since my childhood), those rides are both in a pretty isolated area. There was a little kid near us in the tower who was terrified, and both his mom and an attendant tried to calm him down, but he seemed to still be upset afterwards. It's a very tame ride, but children can be unpredictable in terms of what scares them. I did get some pictures from the top.

We also went on the ride at the visitors' center where they show you how chocolate is made. They used to offer actual factory tours, but that was eventually phased out. Beth mentioned that it reminded her of Epcot, and it did have that kind of style, educational but also flashy and kind of cutesy, in this case with talking chocolate.

The Hershey's Kiss sounded kind of like Minnie Mouse, too. These cows made me think of the Cowntess from Pee-wee's Playhouse, though.

We ate at the Cocoa Diner, which has become kind of a tradition for us. Beth's peanut butter pie came with a bunny toothpick.

That was a pretty good Friday, but really, any Friday I'm not crucified is good.

Saturday was the birthday party for my dad, and after that we visited my mom, who showed us stuff she was working on, mostly stained glass and mosaics.

We went out to eat and then came back home, where we still are.