I took Friday off so I could have an end-of-summer waterpark day with the boys.
Hurricane Harbor is the prototypical fiberglass-palm-trees-Beach-Boys-blaring-$22-parking-fee-$10-cheeseburger-corporate-behemoth waterpark. Not built on the side of a mountain. Not locally owned. Good luck finding a real tree or blade of grass. I think even the lifeguards are cyborgs.
But we hadn't been since 2008. You have to go now and then for the sake of cultural literacy.
And I don't mind listening to The Beach Boys/Jimmy Buffett/Jan and Dean/Bobby McFarin now and then.
Hey. Don't worry. Be happy.