My God, I had no idea you could have a hangover from Candy…but woke up feeling rougher than a Badgers Butthole. This morning was sponsored by the snooze button. I hit that thing more times than a heavyweight in a title fight. Speaking of heavyweights…I’m sure I’ve put on at least a stone in less than 2 weeks and I’m feeling slightly disgusted in myself; I am averaging at least 20,000 steps a day mind, so maybe the calories are evening out a bit…AMERICA!!!
Back to Islands of Adventure today…I have some unfinished business with Velocicoaster…and maybe a few cheeky little water rides…maybe. Holy hell, the parking garage is rammed today…must be where this ridiculously large line of people at security have come from…it was mental here.
Mini Bons and a little cold brew for breakfast…nothing quite like hair of the dog I guess. Ahhh you know what, by now I’m like 80% sugar anyways (the 20 % remaining being caffeine), just hook it up to my veins and let me crack on with my day.
Spidey takes the crown for first ride of the day, and a new one that 40 inch Nij is now able to ride. Honesty, growing an inch in a week…Hilarious. Finally, she’ll get to catch up with her homegirl Scream and the rest of the Sinister Sindicate. Scary how much she cheers for the Villains and boo’s Spidey’s every appearance. Calm down little Loo…first the Vicious 6 and now this; should I start to worry?
And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for…did Dean get on any of the water rides? Well I didn’t wear my board shorts for nothing…Dudley, I’m coming for you!!! Crikey, I honestly thought I’d chosen the lesser evil riding Ripsaw Falls, but following my tussle with Snidely Whiplash I think I may have been drier if I’d decided to swim around the ride instead. Drenched, Soaked, Saturated!
Grayson was in a rage, Dudley had pushed him close the the edge and had him crying torture and barbarity at the vicious water boarding he had endured…Popeyes then Gray? Yep thought so, off you go Jo, I’ve drank enough dirty theme park water for one day….think my bacteria defences are at their limit. Jordan sensibly opts for a poncho to accompany her…I’d have just used Grayson as a human shield, but what ya gonna do 🤷. Jordan: Dry, Dean: Wet, Grayson: Soaked/saturated/destined to spend the day in a perpetual state of dampness.
Sorry kid, it’s a right of passage.
Circus McGurkus for lunch. Meals are huge, pretty decent, and have a great ambience. Also, an added bonus of being star of the show to riders of the High in the Sky Trolley Train ride as it cuts through the dining room. Something that Grayson found highly amusing and ensured they had a good show of his wonderful eating habits every time the train came through. I know he’s acting a clown, but I’m sure he doesn’t belong in this circus. I now have more empathy for zoo animals…
Wanting to feel the rush of the spectator, we decided to put the metaphorical shoe on the other foot and ride the Trolley Train ride. It’s fun, and you have a great view of Seuss Landing, the Islands as a whole, and more importantly, diners of the circus trying to eat in peace; well I guess you should have thought about that before Grayson boarded the ride.
Stepping away from the zoo, and dodging some sweet treats (damn kids, haven’t you had enough sugar today), we spot an ensemble of characters just Seussing about the place. Sam-I-Am, Guy-Am-I, Meany Greenie and Sleepy Guy (you can guess the latter two). Fun interactions, lovely smiles and joy from the kids (I adore watching them interact with the characters), even if the Grinch had to dust himself down following Alaska’s enforced cuddles. He didn’t want it, Alaska did…guess what happened?
Following the Whoville equivalent of a 23/19 (come on Disney fam, you must get the reference), our next planned stop was the Discovery center for some general Dino related research and DNA splicing before the main event…Velocicoaster!!!
I may have mentioned a few times…I LOVE THIS RIDE!!! Buuuuut, as we are parents; and half decent parents at that, we can’t spend all day waiting for this ride, so it’s only the one apiece…and an exhilarating wait in the family room. Don’t queue for front row please Jo, it’ll take ages, and we don’t have all day. An hour later, Jordan finally arrives with some BS story, and a tale of a front row ride. Convince yourself all you want Jo, you ain’t convincing me…
Woe and betrayal…she’s damn done it again mun, did the same last week, but at least she was honest then…who you fooling girl?!
5 popcorn buckets aren’t enough…I think the spare case has too much room. The Gyrosphere is it Gray? Why the hell not; if I’m not struggling to pack my return case. I don’t feel I’ve properly ‘done’ Florida. Thanks Grandma June, get that from you. Man I hate this Salted Popcorn…why do the Americans enjoy…oh, wait…yep still not a huge fan, but it’s growing on me. Why can’t I stop eating it?!…JUST TIP IT STRAIGHT IN MY MOUTH!!! So that’s a thing I like now…Salted Popcorn.
Aww we got to meet a tiny baby raptor…Little Tango was damn cute; who knew they actually cracked the code to splicing Dino DNA and had real life Dinos here??!! I’d been convincing Grayson that the River Adventure was just a theme park ploy, but after this, I was questioning my line. So realistic and such a fun interaction…so much so that Alaska was genuinely hesitant to go anywhere near the little raptor. To be fair, it’s just good sense, she’s become too suspicious of the exotics back home.
Camp Jurassic to burn off some energy…Umm. I need to also explore…to, um…supervise 🙄. Ok fine. I just want to explore myself! This place is mad!! Caves to explore, ropes and netting to traverse, amazing views of the park, Splash pads and water cannons…and LOST CHILDREN??!!. Oh no, NIJ??!!! Where the hell did she go? “HI DADDY!!”.
My God Alaska. Don’t do that to me…come on let’s go, I can’t deal with a hide and seek around Camp Jurassic, it’s too hot and I’m far too lazy and paranoid.
Saving the stress of seeing Alaska’s picture on the back of a milk carton, we soon come to realise that Hagrids will slip out of our grasp this trip and decide to console ourselves in Seuss Landing instead…”ooo Mam, I’ve never had cake with cream before”. Yes, yes you have Alaska, like almost every cake. Leave mammy have her choccie fix, she needs it, and we need her in a decent mood at best…
Eating a meal in reverse like some sort of Willy Wonka-eque meal planner, Jordan remembers a convo she had overheard this morning…”I heard there’s a steak house based on Jurassic park around here”… do you mean escape room?. Yes, Yes she did…though, Universal…you can have that one for free.
Pained by the lack of steaks, we head to a club greatful for the lack of them (see what I did there?). This years Dead Coconut Club has some awesome theming and a great soundtrack. Split in 2, 80’s Vampire Disco is downstairs, whilst a Blumhouse photo op occupies the upstairs portion. Megan and The Grabber scared the kids within an inch of our lives (yep, scare the kids, we get punished), but the Vampires had Alaska dancing and taking center stage on the dance floor…she’s so damn cute. 7:30 and a Vampire Flash Mob, and it’s time to call it a night. This years theming and execution was insane, just wish we could spend more time there.
Knackered and ready for Ohana for breakfast tomorrow, we forgo our Disney Springs evening in favour of a room chill and pizza party. Pizza in hand , cup freshly filled, and Grayson nagging for another toy…ahhh. Bliss. 😂
Pizza destroyed, everyone showered and ready for bed.
Breakfast is early tomorrow. So need my beauty sleep, see you in a few hours Stitch…cannot wait.
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