It seemed like a good idea. From the time we arrived in Sydney, whenever we'd cross the harbour we'd notice some bright flashing lights in the distance just off the north foot of the bridge. We'd soon figure out that the lights were coming from Luna Park, an amusement park/historical landmark that's been operating off and on in Sydney since the 1930's. "Looks like fun!" we thought. "We can go there at night when the tickets are cheaper!" we rationalized. So we headed there one evening, walked along the waterside path at sunset, rounded a turn, and arrived at the entrance....
the opening of Final Destination:3 was more comforting
To be fair, the place was quite nice as we entered and did offer pleasant views of the harbour -- at least while there was still daylight
so the found footage was still adorbs
But as the sun got lower, the lights everywhere seemingly got eerier and eerier
and the kid deliberately got creepier and creepier
And as we went further and further in, the rides just got old-timey scarier. The Wild Mouse, in particular, was a rickety wooden roller coaster that - despite being advertised as good for kids - wildly rattled both me and the LLDD-baby around the car bereft of any modern harness and seemed certain to fling us off the narrow rails far into the darkness beyond.
"i'm suing dada"
Finally, at the back end of the park, the most horrifying sight of all: the dad who's feeling cool but is actually all shrieky and totally wa-poise
MWAAAHAHAHAHA HA HA HA YOU DORK
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