clipped_wings
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Accepting my fate with a head full of curls again was a lesson in humility. A rare thing in Hollywood eh? Anyhoo, we thoroughly enjoyed the winter afternoon, which was tempered by unseasonably warm weather. The crowds were very manageable and we eventually split off into smaller groups to experience attractions that appealed.
And by attractions, I mean corn dogs. Mr Clipped hasn't arrived in America until he's eaten one. He gets to taste it all over again when he rides The Mummy - a violent, frontwards/backwards rollercoaster that I absolutely refuse to grace. Does anyone ever remember the Vomitron scene on The Footy Show with Sterlo and Fatty? I rest my case.
Meanwhile, our special boy and I decided to sit at a small table & chairs in the Lower Lot, near the Transformers Ride to wait while the others rode some scarier rides. It's a favourite pastime for me to people watch and I became engrossed with the antics of a life-sized dinosaur in the distance. I never saw the small yellow remote-controlled car that had taken refuge under my feet. My son started giggling as the car continuously banged into my feet, as if it was trying to get me to move. I felt the nudge and looked down. It was a Bumblebee car. And it had decided to stalk me. I left the table and assumed whoever's kid was operating it would eventually get a short cut to the head by well-meaning and responsible parents. No such luck. The car followed me. I walked faster. The car went faster. I ran in circles. So did the car. Everywhere I went - this damn thing followed me. How was this happening? And where is the little cough who is doing this? By this stage there is a crowd watching me, arms flailing and panting from my useless attempts to lose my little yellow stalker. I was screaming "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" But this only made the little guy pace me more. Even my figure eights were futile.
I had absolutely no idea where the controller was. Until I spotted some Universal cast members in full fatigues, standing by the Transformers entrance and calmly navigating a suspicious-looking iPad. I bowed in defeat and the crowd applauded. Performing a small doughnut, the little yellow car and I finally parted ways. But not before I tried to step on it.
The sun was beginning to set, so we regrouped and rode the classic Tram Tour together, with a schmaltzy host who laughed at his own jokes. Which was good, because nobody else did. But he was a wealth of knowledge with facts and figures on Universal movies that even had our daughter and partner shaking their heads. We left the Park as the main gates were closing and wandered up through Citywalk for a quick bite to eat. This precinct only comes alive at night, so the area was bustling with people. It's full of activity and the concentration of young families makes it all very dynamic. We grabbed some takeaway Chinese from Panda Express and took it back to our room. Very ordinary fare, quite disappointing compared to some solid quality in years gone by.
We fell into bed at 10pm - at the end of a very long first day. I had stopped worrying about my poor hair and was now more concerned with my poor feet. They were aching and sore. I owed them at least 8 horizontal hours and they were demanding it now. We'd managed to stay awake long enough to beat the jet lag. So I obeyed my feet and turned the alarm off zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
And by attractions, I mean corn dogs. Mr Clipped hasn't arrived in America until he's eaten one. He gets to taste it all over again when he rides The Mummy - a violent, frontwards/backwards rollercoaster that I absolutely refuse to grace. Does anyone ever remember the Vomitron scene on The Footy Show with Sterlo and Fatty? I rest my case.
Meanwhile, our special boy and I decided to sit at a small table & chairs in the Lower Lot, near the Transformers Ride to wait while the others rode some scarier rides. It's a favourite pastime for me to people watch and I became engrossed with the antics of a life-sized dinosaur in the distance. I never saw the small yellow remote-controlled car that had taken refuge under my feet. My son started giggling as the car continuously banged into my feet, as if it was trying to get me to move. I felt the nudge and looked down. It was a Bumblebee car. And it had decided to stalk me. I left the table and assumed whoever's kid was operating it would eventually get a short cut to the head by well-meaning and responsible parents. No such luck. The car followed me. I walked faster. The car went faster. I ran in circles. So did the car. Everywhere I went - this damn thing followed me. How was this happening? And where is the little cough who is doing this? By this stage there is a crowd watching me, arms flailing and panting from my useless attempts to lose my little yellow stalker. I was screaming "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" But this only made the little guy pace me more. Even my figure eights were futile.
I had absolutely no idea where the controller was. Until I spotted some Universal cast members in full fatigues, standing by the Transformers entrance and calmly navigating a suspicious-looking iPad. I bowed in defeat and the crowd applauded. Performing a small doughnut, the little yellow car and I finally parted ways. But not before I tried to step on it.
The sun was beginning to set, so we regrouped and rode the classic Tram Tour together, with a schmaltzy host who laughed at his own jokes. Which was good, because nobody else did. But he was a wealth of knowledge with facts and figures on Universal movies that even had our daughter and partner shaking their heads. We left the Park as the main gates were closing and wandered up through Citywalk for a quick bite to eat. This precinct only comes alive at night, so the area was bustling with people. It's full of activity and the concentration of young families makes it all very dynamic. We grabbed some takeaway Chinese from Panda Express and took it back to our room. Very ordinary fare, quite disappointing compared to some solid quality in years gone by.
We fell into bed at 10pm - at the end of a very long first day. I had stopped worrying about my poor hair and was now more concerned with my poor feet. They were aching and sore. I owed them at least 8 horizontal hours and they were demanding it now. We'd managed to stay awake long enough to beat the jet lag. So I obeyed my feet and turned the alarm off zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.