The club began as the brainchild of Marvin Oz Weinstein, deranged serial killer and born-again-Christian.
Weinstein fashioned his idea into a club of men who could hang out and do as they pleased within a religious, Godly setting.
Skipping ahead...
Well truth be told, the early years of Dux failed to live up to Oz Weinstein's intensions. The club consisted of a cadre of misfits we now refer to only as "The Failed"
After finally making it home to Brian's house in one piece, we collapsed for the night...some of us more comfortable than others...and prepared for the next day which was going to be spent at King's Island!
We got up at 7:30 in order to be the first ones to the park.
And then we sat at the entrance and waited for Rachel and Christine to meet us there. Christine never did show but luckily Rachel was only a few minutes behind us and with her she brough our huge discounted admission tickets. Here you see the first glimpse of Brian's life threatening wrist injury from his summer job of a mover..gone wrong
After getting The Beast and The Vortex out of the way we headed for the new Tomb Raider ride where we waited forever in the Tomb Raider inspired cave-like setting
Trent was pretty nervous the entire day but as luckily Wilbe was able to get him to ease up through a variety of techniques and childish games
Here's the last thing George ever said to me before I lost my expensive camera...
actually that didn't happen but wouldn't it have made for an entertaining story, except for my parents. This here's the Delirium, King's Island's newest attraction. There's a little story that goes along with this ride. You see, Brian waited with us for at least an hour in the Tomb Raider ride only to get to the front and be told that he couldn't ride it due to his cast. So instead they gave him a pass allowing him and a buddy to cut to the front of any other ride. Well Brian used it for Delirium and took Trent with him...and Rachel who hopped over the handicap entrace gate when the operator wasn't looking. So basically those three got to ride it with no wait and when we came back later to ride it, it was shut down due to the dreaded "mechanical difficulties"...suck. By the way, Trent was incredibly nervous to get on this ride. See if you can spot him in the pic.
Trent made it out OK and after clearing his head for 15-30 minutes was able to continue on with the rest of the park.
Next up was another entertaining ride, Face-Off. When we got in line we noticed that there were 2 guys about 30 people or so in front of us who were having somewhat heated words. As the line progressed and began snaking back and forth, we would from time to time pass directly next to the 2 guys and be mere feet from a potential fist fight. YOu see, apparently one of the guys jumped one of the dividing rails in the que so that he could be by his 2 buddies. While this is definitely unacceptable behavior, I probably wouldn't have thought it worth getting into a knife fight over...well one guy in line disagreed with that outlook and saw fit to call the guy every name in the book (even some words that can't be said on The REVOLUTION) This, in turn, caused the line jumper to say the same things back which caused the upset guy's young elementary age kids to start crying and everyone else in line to try to hold the 2 back whenever they got close. It was kinda intense there for awhile. Oh yea, Security came by after like 20 minutes of it...and it was like a 16 year old kid who immediately left once they started cussing again. This pic was taken while still in line on the ground...but after the 2 fighters had been successfully separated.
Always leave room for Jesus...even on roller coasters.
Apparenly some Arab found my lost camera, which I had thrown to George on the earlier ride in the previous fake story...ya'll follow that?
As the nite wore on, we began to hit up the arcade section of the park. George ended up spending his life savings on this game which gave him the slim chance of winning a Playstation. He never got jack.
Before long we headed back to Brian's house and slept off the day in preparation for Sunday's church services.
After church at Brian's father's church...that's right ladies he's a preacher's kid...that means morals! ...anyways, after that we went to a Reds-Astros game in downtown Cincy.
It had to have been at least 120 degrees.
I'm not sure there could be a bad seat in the place. Wilbe found out firs-hand how close we were to the action.
Although dazed by projectile baseball to his face, Wilbe soon regained consciousness and wandered off rubbing his eyes and complaining about needing to walk for awhile...
I guess we shouldn't have left the poor shmuck. It turned out he was ok so after dusting off his body and snapping the following pic so that we could forever treasure our exciting weekend!!
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