It's girl-bonding time at Magic Mountain, a day with the girls spent gosspping, giggling about boys, trading fashion secrets, and arguing about who is not fat. Well, okay, maybe on any other girl's day out, but this metal crew found ourselves talking about metal, gossipping about boys, trading stage fashion secrets, and plotting musical endeavors. Not your typical grrrrllzzz day out, but we are not typical grrrlllzzz.

Like many trips to Magic Mountain, our story begins before we even hit the gates. It was a nicely paced morning, spent breakfasting at Heather's place with Ernie, the most loveable party-cat you could ever drink beer with, and bagels and boiled eggs. Oh yeah, and checking out photos from her killer adventures at the Wacken Open Air fest this past summer -- I wanna go, dammitttt!! -- oops, I digress... here is our small but formidible pan-femme rollercoaster crew: (l to r) Jennifer, Irma, Ana, Heather, and me.

The lines were very short on this overcast November day, meaning that we were plowing through the rides at a faster-than-our-stomaches-could handle pace. And so, we took a nice long lunchbreak at the Moose Lodge, one of the few sit-down restaurants at Magic Mountain. The food was overpriced and mediocre, but you had to love the singing animatronic Meece. Here we are with Wally, the only Moose with legs; the rest were mounted to the wall like game. How twisted is that?

Speaking of game, we proudly hold up our prizes valliantly won from the game that sits behind us -- the guess your age or your weight game. Either we're a young and plump appearing bunch or the guesser, who was probably paid minimum wage, was being generous. Regardless, our guesser came nowhere close to our actual ages or weights, underguessing ages, overguessing weights. Just an example, our guesser pegged me at 23 -- ha! I'm mentally 12, physically 29. And so, we each came out with our very own Animal. The random tourist girl who took this picture loved our Animals so much, she went and won her own, too.

What kind of estrogen-fest would it be without a bit of shopping? Digesting our mooseburgers, we hit the gift shops. Ever wonder what Ana would look like with straight blonde hair? Now you know! But Heather's ant hat wins the maddest hatter award.

What can you say about a man of steel? SuperMel dons her new caped Superman tee shirt and grabs Mr. Kent's manboob as we make this final pose at the end of the night.

Thank you to Irma for putting this jaunt together, and everyone else for coming it out and making it soooooo much fun!