Basically, they put you in a giant ball with hot water, creating a sort of self-contained spa, at the top of a hill. The gate opens, and your big steamy ball rolls down the hill while you go all rumbly tumbly down the somewhat well-defined route. It's a rush. Zorbgasmic, even. The Zorb man meets you at the bottom for a photo shoot and big ball puns.
Not only that, but Fabes and I got a free ride, a free towel, and all the people in the parking lot got to see Fabes in his undies (for free).
Was it all I ever wanted and more? Call me easy to please, but...absolutely.
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