
Everything is spiffy here. We rode in a water taxi from the hotel to the parks, which is number one. The transportation shut down when the lightening and thunder started, so we started walking back. We spotted some rickshaws (no, I'm not joking), and since the sweat was rolling off of both of us, we decide to pay the tip (no fee). I felt sort of bad up this one particular hill since this man was pulling like 500 lbs (close enough). I'm telling you that he's totally ready for the Iron Man completion tonight. No one does cardio like that guy. It was amazing.
Your kids need to be 10 years old before you purchase tickets to Universal. Everything we rode was on the NO list for the Shorties. No way. Too scary. I'd have Carter Johnson sleeping on top of me for the next six months. I think not. Today we did Jimmy Neutron and Terminator and Twister and The Mummy (loved it!). Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm a coaster girl. I love it! Today I met my match. The Rip Ride RockIt. How bad was it? One of the attendants who kept talking to me (Steve said he kept flirting with me, which can't be true unless he's into overweight mom-types), gave us free return passes to the ride (it's so new that you can't Express Pass it--everyone waits.) Well, he gave us express passes to ride again right away (yeah, okay, so maybe he was flirting a little). It was so terrifying that we gave the passes away, because I'm not getting back on that thing again. Never. Not in this lifetime. No way. Help yourself.
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