I called it "Getting Flushed Down a Giant Toilet" while everyone else called it "The Funnel." Lame. Bygones.
Regardless of the nomenclature, the waterslides at Golebiewski were sublime, if such things can be sublime. The one to which I was referring to as "The Toilet" was my favorite, if only because you look like a complete idiot and everyone gets to watch. You start out at the green light, give yourself a push to take off. As you careen around the slick curves of the tube, suddenly it all becomes too much and you think you can't take it anymore, and just at that perfect moment you're shot out into a large funnel and spun around and around and around. Just as you're upside-down and are going head first into the hole, you spread eagle your arms and legs in an attempt to stave off the inevitable, but to no avail. Down the hole you go and you only have a few seconds to resign yourself to the fact that it's head first before you are unceremoniously dropped into a large pool of chlorinated water. Success. Sweet, unadulterated Success.
After picking out the wedgie your swimsuit made (all the while hoping the lifeguard didn't notice), you head back upstairs for more. This time, after your drop you run (okay, sedately walk...wouldn't want to take a spill on the tile floor) upstairs to watch your friends spin around and get flushed (that is, unless you're Rachel and you don't spin, you just shoot out the hole...sigh).
That's all for now, Balint needs to use the Internet too.