Thursday, October 27th (continued)
With my new life preserver stuffie in tow, Steve decided he needed a sweet treat to console him for his poor performance on the Mako Plinko game

[any excuse will do

]. We didn't have any dessert at Mama’s Pretzel Kitchen…..there was nothing really on their menu that had really appealed to us….and anyway, there was a must-do Seaworld snack that we hadn’t yet enjoyed on this trip, and our vacation time was quickly running out.
We headed to the Polar Parlor with a single purpose: we were in search of a Shamu Sundae.
Inside the shop, we were greeted by a very sweet young pair of teenagers; a young lady who was working the cash and a young man who was in training. The young woman was taking the orders while the young fellow prepared each one with directions and assistance from his co-worker when needed. There was a bit of a small and slow line as a result, but both staff were working hard and apologetic for the delays so no one seemed to mind the short waits that ensued.
When it was our turn to order, the poor young guy became a bit flustered and nervous at the prospect of preparing our Shamu Sundae: it was the first time someone had requested one, and he was completely unsure of how to put all the components together. We couldn’t help but laugh while watching him create our masterpiece: while all the proper ingredients were there in abundance (vanilla soft serve, hot fudge, brownie wedges, whipped cream, and a cherry in a souvenir Shamu bowl), it definitely wasn’t the most attractive assembly we’d ever seen

. He apologized profusely, and we assured him he did just fine……and much as our dessert wasn’t pretty, it tasted AMAZING

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We found ourselves an outdoor table to sit and enjoy our treat in the warm afternoon breeze. Several people stopped to peek at our dessert and to ask the cost (around $5 with tax for us as passmembers….a steal considering the shareable size and the souvenir dish

) so I’m sure that young man had the opportunity to hone his Shamu Sundae skills a little more that day

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Once our ice cream had been fully enjoyed, we stopped at the rest rooms to wash sticky hands and rinse out the Shamu bowl so it could be tucked away in my purse for the balance of our park visit. When we reconvened outside of the rest rooms, Steve took my hand and told me that he was picking our next activity. I asked if he was finally ready to ride Mako again, and he smiled and said “Nope”. When asked where we were headed, he just smiled and said “you’ll see in a minute”

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While we had visited Oysters Secret earlier in the vacation to have my ring from our May trip repaired, Steve had been encouraging me for this entire two weeks to stop and pick another pearl to have a special souvenir of this getaway too. I kept assuring him that it was unnecessary, but today he would not be swayed: we were heading home tomorrow, and he was not taking no for an answer.
Unfortunately, the divers were not in the water again today (a real shame, because that’s what makes SeaWorld’s pick-a-pearl so much more special than many of the other locations throughout Orlando) but the fellow at the outdoor kiosk was a lot of fun and very engaging. Once again, I had Steve do the picking of the oyster and said I would select the setting: for me, it makes it even more special when both of us have a part in the experience. While I waited for the staff to repair my ring on our first visit, I had spied a lovely necklace with a manatee cage that I was almost certain would be my choice of setting once the size of the pearl was revealed.
Once he had selected his oyster……the ugliest one of the bunch, all hairy and homely on the outside…..it was time for the “opening ceremony”. With a wave of the wand and reciting the necessary words “Opa Opa Oyster!”, the oyster was opened and the contents revealed. We were both excited to learn the colour and size of the treasure inside!
A small group of people had clustered around us for the big reveal, and a cheer rang out when it was announced…..IT’S TWINS!
The Pearl Factory kiosk worker was excited, the small crowd was excited, and the staff inside Oyster’s Secret were even more excited when we brought the bowl inside for the pearls to be cleaned and measured. Only 6% of the oysters contain twins, so they assured us that this was a big deal and worthy of celebration

. Both pearls were white and measured 6 mm in size, which we were told is quite large as far as twins are concerned.
They asked if I was interested in seeing their earring settings, but my heart was set on that manatee necklace, so that (and a second necklace, the latter with a dolphin tail cage) ended up being my picks. The cost was really, really reasonable too: each necklace (which came with the chain and cage) was under $20, and the pick-a-pearl was $16.95. With our pass member discount, our total bill was only about $50 with tax.
It was a highlight of our day. Steve might have missed the mark on Mako plinko, but he fully redeemed himself at pick-a-pearl!
Neither one of us had any other must-do’s left on our list, but neither were we ready to call it a day. The weather was amazing and the crowds were low, so we enjoyed just strolling around the park and soaking up the atmosphere. We toured through the Sea Garden, taking time to notice all the unique plants and little fish that were woven throughout the vegetation.
We also stopped to admire the parrots that call the Sea Garden home. Why hadn’t we ever noticed them on previous visits?
We popped into the Passmember Lounge for a short rest and more complimentary beverages from the Coke Freestyle machines:
……and strolling through Antarctica, we stumbled upon a meet-and-greet opportunity with Puck the penguin

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We had texted a friend (and fellow Disboards poster) who works at SeaWorld in the hopes of being able to meet up with her to say hello, and received a reply that we should meet her at the Dolphin Nursery at five o’clock. With another hour or so to kill, we decided to watch Blue Horizons for a second time: we had enjoyed the show so much earlier that morning, we welcomed the chance to see it again.
Heading over to the Dolphin Nursery just before 5, we not only got the chance to watch those beautiful baby dolphins romp and play (reminding us so much of our wee kittens……amazing how regardless of whether they sport fur or fins, animal can be so much alike) but we also enjoyed the opportunity to say hi to a special young lady who has been so unbelievably kind to us. She’s a poster here on the Dis, and happens to have what I consider to be the BEST job on earth (though I’m sure she might argue that every once in a while…..while her career is crazy cool, I am sure it’s not without it’s less-than-pleasant moments too

). She invited us to join her in the staff-only area alongside of the pool, and we got a close-up visit with several of those wee dolphins……much to the envy of the other guests who were openly wondering how we managed to secure such a cool opportunity.
Steve grabbed a photo of the two of us, but I won’t post it here to protect her privacy. I know she prefers to keep a low profile, and I want to totally respect that.
Once the dolphins were fed and tended to in the nursery, she peeled us away from all that cuteness and ushered us to one of the “backstage” areas for a close-up look at the feeding preparations for some of the other animals that she cares for. My favourite of them all were the otters…..my heavens, they are painfully adorable too…….those faces

!! I could have just kissed them, fish breath or not

. Both Steve and I were totally humbled and touched by this amazing gesture of kindness: the fact that she took time out of her busy day to give us such unique experiences and cool memories was a testament to how special this young lady is. This very unexpected pixie-dusting left us grinning like a pair of kids when she finally sent us packing. There was no better way for us to have ended off our final full day in Orlando, and I hope she reads this and knows how much we appreciated her time and efforts on our behalf

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Leaving the park, we returned to the Vistana to freshen up before dinner.
A meal of epic proportions
at Hash House A Go Go is next.