Next weekend will be the last in the Astroworld’s history. The land upon which it sits is worth more than the revenue stream it generates (WIth a regular price ticket costing $42 and pictures from the rides costing $13.50, I can see why attendance was down.).

John, Anne, and I ventured out last night, with the mistaken assumption that, since the Astros were playing game one of the World Series, the park wouldn’t be very crowded. Wrong; guess people were doing like we were: riding the rides of our childhood one last time.

John was at an anime convention across the street, so we parked there and tried to walk in from the access road. Unfortunately, they closed that entrance years ago, so we had to walk around to the other side of the freeway and cross the bridge. They have metal detectors at the entrance, and when getting my stuff out of the basket, the kid working our line noticed my pocket knife and said that it wasn’t allowed in the park. I asked if there were any lockers I could use to store it, and he said no (which was wrong: there are lockers just inside the entrance). He said I’d have to take it back to my car or throw it away. Instead, as he returned to tend to the line, and since none of the security guys around seemed concerned, instead of going with my initial plan of hiding it in a tree or bush, I just put it back in my pocket and we went on in.

The first ride we had to go on, we all agreed, was the Bamboo Shoot. Line took about 25 minutes, and we got sufficiently wet (I had forgotten they added the water guns at the end). We looked for Runaway Rickshaw, which we thought was re-branded Warp 2000, which we rode instead.

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I couldn’t convince either of them to ride the Cyclone with me, so we split up: they went stand in line for Diablo Falls, and I crossed the park for the Cyclone.

When I got to the Coney Island section, I saw that the line reached almost to the bridge.


As the line slowly advanced, anytime someone got an update on the baseball game, the news would filter throughout the crowd. When the Astros tied it at 3, the wave of cheers as the news spread was pretty neat.

I decided that since I had waited in line this long, I might as wait a bit more to ride in the front.

I had planned to film the ride on my phone, but while clenching it in my hands, I managed to hit the stop button just as the car started the first drop, and prudence overtook me and I kept it in the car the rest of the ride. I’ll post the movie of the assent if anyone wants it.

Instead of buying the $13.50 picture, I took a picture of the monitor:

Anne and John finished about the same time I did, so we met and got some frozen lemonade. Then we played Rebound, and John got the ball to land in the box the first try!
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We then rode XLR8, and found where Runaway Rickshaw was, but they had already closed the line. We tried a few more games, but no luck. By this time, the park was closing. Not a lot of rides for $27 (you can get discounted tickets at Kroger or online), but worth it to do it one last time.

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