[noun; ~Pronunciation: /greyt-nes/]
- Definition: When your aura exudes you’re definitely
betterdifferent than others in a great way.
It also refers to the size of very scary yet exciting dive coasters:
“It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Be careful what you tell your friends, as they will always cease the opportunity to use it against you.
I once told my friend A I never really wake up before 11am, so when we entered a theme park yesterday (the reason why I didn’t blog – and the world still spins!) at 10:30am and A caught me yawning quite a lot, she figured it’d be a great idea to start off the day with the “best wake-up call ever”, namely the park’s new dive coaster, Baron 1898 (see video if you dare or click the link).
Although my claim not being able to join the land of the living before 11am had been a slight exaggeration, yesterday I actually happened to be in a sort of zombie-state. Hence, I had no clue what was going to happen exactly, and I just followed A around until we entered the line for the Baron ride.
A convinced me (although with all do respect I was in no state where I needed convincing for anything – it must have been like talking to a brick wall) the best way to enjoy the ride was to sit in front. I never sit in front, because I have a theory they always wait until the last cart of a roller coaster is pulled up before releasing the brakes, and I choose speed over sight. I actually confirmed this theory yesterday by hopping on the same ride twice: once sitting in the back and once sitting in the front.
But anyway, like I said, I needed little convincing and the coaster didn’t have train-like carts so I was fine with sitting front row. Besides, my half-awake brains told me A spends almost every weekend there and has been on this dive coaster many more times than I have, so she must know best.
Well, she did. We patiently waited to get seated in front, our legs happily dangling beneath us, and still I felt nothing. The cart started moving, people behind us started screaming (seriously, why? Nothing had happened yet!) and still I was ice cold.
We rolled forward and were shown some projections of white women (I am now directly using the park’s translation, so don’t blame me for anything here) that were singing an annoying song about our nearing doom, and still… not a peep from me.
The ride proceeded through doors that were swung open and we were pulled up onto possibly the highest dive coaster tracks of the Netherlands, and still I felt nothing.
In fact, it wasn’t until we went over the top “bump” and the cart stopped, leaving us all facing down into a very, very deep pit below, that my brains slowly came to life. It was 10:55am and I was staring into the deepest mine hole I had ever seen (to be honest, it was the only mine thingy I’ve ever seen, and it’s not even real so it probably doesn’t count).
I remember thinking: “Oh darn, this IS quite high indeed!” Then I heard an ominous clang and my brains jolted to life as we free-fell into a misty opening in the ground, about thirty-seven metres below us.
Thirty-seven metres equals a lot of feet. A LOT!
Forty seconds later, my knees were trembling and my heart was racing. But the yawning had stopped and I was fully awake!
That was my wake-up call. To greatness.
Or at least to a great weekend (I hope).
Happy weekend, everyone! :)