Saturday, July 12, 2014. 10 AM, CST.
May Scott and I rest in peace.
I can’t live in Kansas City and not ride the world’s tallest water slide. It’s true – world’s tallest. They have pushed back the opening date of the slide for safety adjustments. It’s open, running and ready to send us flying to our watery death. Or maybe smacked into a tree. I need to check out the terrain.
It’s called the Verruckt. I have no idea how to pronounce it but they say it means “insane” in German.
A 168 feet, 7 inch drop. And at what foot marker do bikini tops go flying off?
Insane? I’ve been called worse. What’s German for “you-crazy-ass-voodoo-practicing-witch-I-haven’t-shot-my-deer-yet.”
Scott doesn’t want to do this. He’s not insane. He offered to stay with the kids at the bottom like a responsible adult. ‘Til death do us part, SCOTT. We’re going together covered in each other’s pee. A couple friends have offered to sit at the pool bar and “cheers” us down. I hope in their drunken stupor they can catch my bikini top. It’s like the bouquet at a wedding. Who’s going to die next?
We’re totally filming this with our Go Pro camera.
Meet us there. Who’s IN?
This is probably my last blog post. Our will is on the bedside table.
I love you all.
What is the craziest thing you have ever done? It’s not the craziest thing I’ve done but it’s up there – WAY up there. Would you ride the Verruckt?