Entry? $10. 11 Tickets? $10. Philly cheesesteak? $8. Drink for said philly cheesesteak? $2.50. (I’m resisting a MasterCard joke here.)

For those that haven’t been keeping up with the math, thats over $30 worth of stuff. Crazy? I agree. My suggestion is to either work the street corner the night before to ensure enough singles to pay for it all, or, as stated above, rob a bank. Your choice. 

2. Don’t forget your Pepto.

For as expensive as the “food” is, you would think it would be of high quality. It’s not. Unless you have a stomach of steel, it will be reeling from the combination of that fried butter you boldly tried and the spinning roller coaster your friends were nice enough to drag you on. 

3. Embrace your inner child.

There are so many people that no one notices you. If you happen to, say, go down the three story-tall slide screaming bloody murder, you will get away with it and avoid the humiliation of being laughed at. So I went forth and acted immature. I rode that mini dragon coaster with no inhibitions. And if anyone did see someone go down the slide screaming, it was totally not me...

In short? Have fun. Spend money. Throw up lots. You’re only young once, right?