Color me confused. While I'm physically back in the suburbs, my head is still somewhere in Florida. Last week I took some time off to visit my friend Audra in Tampa and to attend Anger Management. For those who are curious, no big panties were thrown. The concert was moved to a different location, and our new seats would've required a slingshot to get the panties to the stage. If Kirsten had been there I'm sure she would have gone all MacGyver and figured out a way to get the job done. Sadly, I lacked the proper motivation to figure out an alternative panty route.

While no panties were thrown, Audra and I managed to ride the scariest freaking roller coaster ever: SheiKra. Why is it scary? Three words for you: 90 degree drop. Seriously. They chug you up a big hill, hang you over the edge, and stop the ride. Then you just sort of hang there looking at the 200 foot drop for about 10 seconds (which feels like 10 minutes) before the let you zoom face first towards the ground. Because we're both idiots we didn't scream, but instead laughed the entire way down. If you ever find yourself in the Tampa Bay area, you'll definitely want to check it out.

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