Fun Spot America Theme Parks - Atlanta in Fayetteville, GA

Mimi was amazing! She was very sweet and kind. she gave us some tips on piercing ears. I would definitely go back again just to see her.

Fun Spot Atlanta is not a theme park. It is a lawless zone of joy, a neon-lit adrenaline cathedral where gravity is optional and the drinks are cheap enough to make you question reality. The moment we walked in, I knew I was no longer in Georgia—I was in the Thunderdome of Amusement, and I was READY. The rides? Unhinged. Half of them look like they were built in a garage by someone who once read a manual upside down and said, “That’ll do.” You don’t get on rides here—you sign an unspoken pact with the gods of chaos and prepare to be spun, dropped, and yeeted into the stratosphere. The music? Blaring. The energy? Unfiltered. The vibe? Somewhere between spring break and the final scene of Fast & Furious. And the drinks? CHEAP. Suspiciously cheap. Like, “Am I being set up?” cheap. You can dual-wield frozen daiquiris and still have enough change left over for a funnel cake the size of a hubcap. By ride two, we were hyped, sticky, and slightly sideways, ready to face whatever twisted thrill machine waited next. But amidst the chaos… emerged a beacon. A hero. A legend. Her name? Mimi. You don’t find Mimi. Mimi finds YOU. She started as our ride operator—just one ride, cracking jokes, hyping us up, making us feel like the baddest crew on the planet. We thought, “Dang, she’s awesome!” Then we went to another ride. Boom. There’s Mimi. Different ride. Different location. SAME ENERGY. It was like she teleported or was powered by raw adrenaline and guest laughter. By the third ride, we accepted it: Mimi was now our personal chaos guardian. Our spiritual ride guide. Our thrill shaman. She operated each ride like she was conducting a symphony of screams and motion sickness, and we were her loyal orchestra. She joked with us, encouraged us, roasted us, and made sure we were safe and slightly terrified at all times. She didn’t just press buttons—she delivered experiences. Every ride was better because of her. At one point, I swear she high-fived someone mid-ride launch. Another time, she said, “Y’all good?” and I blacked out from joy. Mimi is the moment. Mimi is the brand. If Fun Spot had trading cards, Mimi would be the holographic rare. If there’s a Fun Spot Hall of Fame, she should already be enshrined with LED lighting and theme music. By the end of the night, we weren’t just fans. We were followers of Mimi. We chanted her name. We cheered when we saw her. We mourned when she vanished into the mist of spinning rides and cotton candy fog. Fun Spot Atlanta is wild, beautiful, unrelenting chaos. But Mimi made it unforgettable. 5 stars. Infinite thanks. And one solid daiquiri toast to the queen herself. Long live Mimi.