Every year TeddyJ rents out Six Flags and the employees and their kids can can go entirely for free, and get free parking and a free meal on top of it. There are effectively no lines. It's a huge perk, and I've never taken advantage of it. The last time I was at Six Flags, about fifteen years ago, I barfed after one roller coaster and got stuck on another, and then in Orlando the one roller coaster I fit in made me ill.
This year Gary's migraine was bothering him, so he wasn't part of the equation, so I went. I knew Friend #3 has gone stag and childless to this event for years so I latched on to her. I felt we would socialize for a few hours, perhaps watch some children while our co-workers went on rides with a height requirement.
It would seem Friend #3, two years my senior, loves rides, has a steel stomach, and dragged me on to the Scrambler and the log flume. I insisted we ride the Moon Cars because I was fairly nauseated by then. We also rode on the Pandemonium "baby" coaster, on which the cars themselves spin. We were on it with two men in their twenties who did not scream (we screamed), did not laugh (we laughed), and did not seem nauseated (I was pretty green after). When I encountered one of the young men later he asked if I'd thrown up yet.
One advantage we had over the young men is that Friend #3 and I knew the history of Six Flags from when it opened as Six Flags over Mid-America in the seventies, and better yet we knew about all the incidents. We were in line for the Colossus Ferris Wheel (because Ferris Wheels in amusement parks are appropriate), and when I said, "You know those gondolas are from the Skyway ride", she was able to say "Killer Skyway ride!" and I didn't have to explain how years ago a tram "fell off" the cable and people fell to their deaths.
I was lost all day, because one of the corners of the park had shifted to the middle. The Mine Train coaster, site of my barf fifteen years gone, had become more central somehow. Evidently it had also killed someone, so it had to be rebuilt and relocated.
I noticed one other landmark was gone: the Tom's Twister floor-dropping centrifugal force ride. We assumed it had killed someone as well, but evidently not. I found later that it was not one of the numerous Six Flags "incidents". Instead, as I found on Reddit, "assholes" would do headstands, and when the ride stopped spinning they'd fall on their heads.
By the way, we stood in line for the Colossus Ferris wheel but did not ride it, because there was a malfunction and it was temporarily closed. Six Flags is a scary place.