But times have changed, and like the artisanal coffee now available on every corner, the joy of le waterslide has come to almost all parts of the country. So yesterday, I took the Gs and visiting cousin John to Greensboro's Wet 'n' Wild, the best (and only) waterpark I have ever visited.
The park tries to appeal to all sorts of aquaphiles, combining lazy rivers and tame rafts with extreme thrills and adrenaline-pumping endeavors. This proved to be both a blessing and a curse, as the risk-averse OG wanted to bob in the Wave Pool and the BG preferred to repeatedly attack the Daredevil Drop. And Cousin and I--while more inclined toward the "extreme" rides--were more interested in collective happiness.
This meant a lot of time spent in negotiations and compromise, but the lateness of the season, along with the fact that it was a Tuesday, afforded us a sparse crowd and short lines, so I think everyone came away happy,
Cap it off with an $8 piece of pizza and a $6 slushie in a collectible cup (I am looking for a paper on the economics of fair prices--it seems like they are leaving a lot of money on the table by setting prices so high; but they must look hard at the numbers) and you've put a pretty fun day in your rear view mirror.