Thursday, August 4th ... Our Final Day
Ah, the dreaded Last Day of Vacation. The day that never factors in during the planning stages. Sure, there has been much moaning, complaining and many a meltdown this trip, but we've also been happy and grateful to have escaped reality for a week.
I know that as the day goes on, the melancholy "We're going home" mood will increase, so I'm going to try to make this final day as happy as possible.
We eat breakfast in the La Quinta dining room, again filled with guests sporting Disney tees. I am silently happy for these guests. It's exciting to think that many of our dining room companions might be going to Disney for the
first time today! And some of them might just be embarking on their first Universal experience! As we eat, a guest enters the hotel with a small but yappy dog. The La Quinta welcomes pets and we joke about bringing our energetic Siberian Husky next time around (It will
never happen

).
Before we hit the parks, I need to go to a store and buy some socks. I
never seem to pack enough socks for myself and I am sockless right now. In fact, I have a
To Pack/To Buy vacation list at the ready at all times and I will add
Buy two bags of socks once we get home. My husband also wants some "normal" shampoo as the Herbal Essences ("Hello Hydration" formula) is turning his hair into a "grease pitt". We find a Walgreens on International Drive (Or maybe it was Universal Drive ... I get the Drives confused).
On the drive to Universal it is mutually agreed that we will only do the rides/attractions that we
really love today. Oh! And a word about parking at Universal: Write down the name of the section where you park! It seems that this would be a given, but nothing adds more to the crankiess at the end of a long, hot day than a few rounds of the "What Section Are We In?" game.
"We parked in King Kong!" "No, Jurassic Park!" "Are you all crazy? We parked in E.T.!"
It's a little after nine o'clock and Marvel Super Hero Island is dead. My husband is in an extremely good mood this morning and we take a
few rides on Spider-Man. My son is in Heaven. It is such a fun ride! As we exit through the Spidey-themed gift shop, my son spies the Spider-Man insulated cup that he first fell in love with back in April. He carries his Universal shopping bag proudly and protectively out of the store.
There's talk of doing
Storm Force Accelatron, but my husband (never failing to get sick on the Tea Cups at Magic Kingdom) declares it "too spinny". We'll skip it. We
don't do coasters (Hulk) or falls (Doctor Doom), so we move along. I'm eager to explore the Jurassic Park section, but the vote is 3 to 1 (I
am going to explore someday!). And truth be told, no one is in the mood for anything Seuss this morning. We decide that while it's still early and the crowds are light, we'll head over to the Studios.
We've ridden The Simpsons to
death on this trip, but we have to ride just
one more time before we leave. Simulator rides are always a good call for us: We'd rather have the
illusion of dropping and plummeting.
In my last trip report, I wasn't very kind to JAWS. It was hokey, cheesy and campy and I was expecting so much more. But ... The wait this morning is only five minutes which I have come to realize means you can just walk right on. Despite the low wait time, our boat is filled to the brim and ... It's a fun, enthusiastic group! It's all about who you ride with. The ride is still one big eye roll, but people are screaming, laughing uncontrollably, getting wet. Good times, good times.
The M Word
My husband gently suggests The Mummy,
gently because my son is so terrified. My daughter is more than game and I'm thinking to myself, "How bad can it be?" I can handle speed, I can handle sharp turns, I can handle
baby drops ... But not drop drops. Before we lock up our bags, I head over to the young Team Member who is standing outside the ride's entrance. I'm polite but I don't beat around the bush: "Seriously and truthfully, how big is the drop?" His answer isn't the one I was looking for: It doesn't involve a
number. "See those columns?" he asks. "The drop is as high as that." Hmmm ... Now, somewhere in the back of my head, I have reason to believe that the drop is of the 39/40 feet range. Not as high as Splash Mountain, but high (well, for people like
us) just the same. Those columns don't look 39/40 feet. Thet look much smaller. The Team Member goes on and gives me some percentage about ride versus roller coaster. Yep, there's that dreaded word: coaster. Whatever, we decide to risk it and hop in line anyway. There is a wait and in waiting, my son begins to
freak. Also, the signs that advertise that this is a High Speed rollercoaster do not help any. Right before we're ready to board, my son loses it. And I mean
loses it. Full-on sobbing, trembling and "Please, please! Don't make me ride this!" That's all I needed to see and hear and we are out of there. Now, I had a relative who not only forced me to go on rides, but made fun of me as well ("Grow up! Stop acting like such a baby!") - Before the ride, during the ride and after. Other factors are surely at play, but I suspect this is one of the top reasons why I have such an aversion to fast rides/rides with drops. I vowed there and then that I would never force anyone (or make fun) to ride anything they didn't want to. My son has had ride fears before (Splash Mountain, Big Thunder, Haunted Mansion, Pirates, etc.) and has conquered them ... But it was all on
his decision to get over his fear. That being said, it looked like The Mummy was a fun ride, given the way people were enthusiastically clapping and laughing and saying, "That was the best!" as they exited. It is a ride that I hope to ride one day and I hope that my son will, too. My daughter is a real trooper, too. I half-expected her to pout when we exited The Mummy, but she just shrugged her shoulders and comforted her brother. We gave her the option of going on as a Single Rider, but she declined.
Recuperation
Our stomach is still in nervous knots from my son's meltdown (and also our anticipation of riding a high speed coaster), so we decide to relax with a hot dog and Coke. My husband buys a red Universal souvenir cup (refillable!) and I am happy: Despite everything, he likes this place and he knows we'll be back.

More on that later.
It is still rather hot (what else is new?) and though he is contentedly sipping soda, I know my husband's heat tolerance isn't going to last much longer. We agree for that this trip, our time is done in the Studios.
We head back to the hotel for one last swim and daytime nap. Instead of napping, I use the time to start packing. Yikes. The laundry I am going to have to do when we get home. We still have a long weekend at my husband's parents house to get through (his annual family reunion) and we are running out of clothes. I'll just ask my mother-in-law if I can wash a few things when we get there.
One Last Journey
Before we head back to IOA, we stop for an early dinner at another "TV Restaurant" ... Restaurants that we often see advertised on TV but never eat at. This time, it's Ponderosa, which I haven't eaten at since the mid-late 1970's It's ... Okay. The kids love
any kind of buffet, but my husband and I push the food around on our plates. It's okay ... More room for Butterbeer.
It's seems that everyone has discovered the Single Rider Line for Forbidden Journey so the waits are a little longer each time, but we're able to ride three times. Good deal.
We decide to try something different and try to order Butterbeer at the Hog's Head but truth be told, things are a little chaotic in there. No organization and not so much in the way of anything resembling a line ... Just a big clump of people. We'll get our Butterbeer on the outside, thank you.
We walk through City Walk one last time and go into a store. My daughter politely asks for a red Gryffindor tee-shirt that she had been eyeing on our last trip. I plunk down the last of my "Universal Incidentals" money, sad that the trip has ended.
We walk to the entrance with heavy hearts and achy legs. Our second Universal trip. Sure, there were a few bumps in the road, but it was sweeter the second time around. Like Disney, it's starting to feel like home.

And ...
We'll Be Back!
Since 2008, we've been going to WDW every year, usually calling it our pre or post Christmas trip, depending on when we go. We kind of forego Christmas: The kids only receive stocking stuffers (usually small things that would be of use on our next WDW trip), I don't bake and cook up a storm like I used to in years past, we've cut way, way back on the excessive (and expensive) decorating, etc. I don't need to tell you ... You can spend a small fortune on Christmas. These days, we keep Christmas simple and economical and we've never had a happier holiday. There's less stress, less mess and more focusing on spending time with family and friends. But enough of my justifying.
This November 2011 WDW trip is going to be BIG because for the first time ever, my in-laws are coming along. This is monumental for them as they've never been
anywhere, least of all Florida. My father-in-law has been retired for a few years and my mother-in-law is retiring in October, so they're excited, ready to travel and to have a bit of fun. We're driving down (as usual), but this time we're stopping at my brother-in-law's house in North Carolina. They rarely get to see BIL and they've never seen his home. It was strictly going to be a WDW trip but my mother-in-law is a HUGE Potter fan, and we just
have to take her to the WWOHP for one day. She is quite leery about riding Forbidden Journey, but I know she will love just walking through Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. I told her about Butterbeer a few weeks ago and it is ALL the woman wants to talk about lately!

My father-in-law has a very close bond with my children and he has said he is looking forward to going on rides with the kids, especially Spider-Man because my son is constantly singing its praises. Personally, I think my mother-in-law will fare better ridewise at WDW. She has already stated that she doesn't care if she rides anything else, but she
must ride Peter Pan. So, we are excited. Scrimping and saving like misers, but we're excited!
So, there you have it. I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read (and comment) my Trip Report. I apologize for the lack of pictures but I forever have technical issues when it comes to this. Thanks, again.
