Well, the Festival Crashers have arrived. Sorta. We just got into the ridiculous line 20 minutes ago. Zack predicted a 2-3 hour wait. My friend Jordan had been in various forms of the line for the better part of 5 hours.

The ride wasn't bad, and Blake and I had a good time. As the terrain got hillier we had a great discussion on when a hill can be called a mountain. We also pondered where on the spectrum is a foot hill.

Also entertaining to us were the bugs that Kamakazi'd themselves on my windshield. We also had to make a quick swerve to an exit when I got distracted by a Max and Erma's billboard. Another one had us second guessing our eyesight before we realized that it changed.

That's all for now, hopefully we'll get in there before sunrise.