EPRV We love Disney
I had a Golden Ticket!
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Let me start by saying that my daughter would just die if she knew I was posting this. Shes 11, which is apparently the age where I have become totally not cool, while she is apparently always right
. Always. No worries, cause someday shell want the car keys
and then Ill be all cool again
.
But this story starts 18 months ago, when our family of four spent a week at the darkside. And loved every minute . Well almost every minute .
We stayed at RPR, club level during Jersey week of 2009. Right at the height of the swine flu mania Loved RPR. My kids looooved the club level!
Since this isnt a trip report, but an anecdote, Im going to jump right to the story. About the 3rd day in, we head to Universal Studios for a dose of Shrek and the Simpsons (loooved them), I steer the family to MIB. We wave our Express Passes at the TM and flounce through the express line. We had it down by then, the stroll past the lines, past all the looong faces waiting. We were kind though, we didnt cackle merrily as we bounded past OK, maybe a little giggle.
We wait a minute or two to board, my daughter and husband in the rear two seats. Myself and my son in the front two. Were locked in securely and the ride moves forward a bit annnnd my daughter drops her flipflop off of her foot, onto the floor of the car. She was just 9 then and her feet didnt touch the floor. The flip was all the way on the far side of her, my husband couldnt reach it, the car had moved forward and we couldnt get anyones attention. I tried to reach back but couldnt get close to it.
And then the ride took off.
Now, my daughter is dramatic in all aspects of her life. The fact that this flip was off her foot and we had taken off had totally derailed her. She began to screech Myyyyyyy fliiiiiiipfloooop. Meanwhile I am turned around trying to distract her with It will be alright see the flip is right there.. well get it when the ride stops (yes, I know, you can start laughing now). Im trying to get her to shoot her gun. Anything to stop the unholy screeching
And then the car begins to spin.
Well, that flip flew like a bullet, smacked an alien right upside the head. And my daughter screamed like she was being killed. As we whirled around you could see the stunned look on faces of the people in the opponent car. They surely thought she had an arm ripped off. The girl screamed, and all of us in the car totally lost patience for it. The photo taken of the car shows my husband, my son and myself yelling at her to zip it. A true family memory.
We got off this ride with daughter hobbling on one flip (dramatic, remember). The people in the car next to us were asking for the local equivalent of child services, cause surely we were beating this innocent child .and look, she doesnt even have two shoes to wear bad parents.
The kind TM told us to hobble to the front of the park where there were flips in my daughters size. He also told us that we could come to Guest Services the next day where they gather up all of the lost belongings . Which we did do another day thats another story as we try to describe the lost flip flop to the Guest Services. But, it was recovered and reunited with its owner.
Last weekend I chaperoned my sons band trip to Dorney Park in PA and we rode a roller coaster (Talon) that had a webbing below one of the inversions. On the webbing one lone flip flop. We looked at each other and laughed hysterically. My fliiiiippfloooopp has become a family joke. Well, for all of us but the girl, shes too cool for all that
But this story starts 18 months ago, when our family of four spent a week at the darkside. And loved every minute . Well almost every minute .
We stayed at RPR, club level during Jersey week of 2009. Right at the height of the swine flu mania Loved RPR. My kids looooved the club level!
Since this isnt a trip report, but an anecdote, Im going to jump right to the story. About the 3rd day in, we head to Universal Studios for a dose of Shrek and the Simpsons (loooved them), I steer the family to MIB. We wave our Express Passes at the TM and flounce through the express line. We had it down by then, the stroll past the lines, past all the looong faces waiting. We were kind though, we didnt cackle merrily as we bounded past OK, maybe a little giggle.
We wait a minute or two to board, my daughter and husband in the rear two seats. Myself and my son in the front two. Were locked in securely and the ride moves forward a bit annnnd my daughter drops her flipflop off of her foot, onto the floor of the car. She was just 9 then and her feet didnt touch the floor. The flip was all the way on the far side of her, my husband couldnt reach it, the car had moved forward and we couldnt get anyones attention. I tried to reach back but couldnt get close to it.
And then the ride took off.
Now, my daughter is dramatic in all aspects of her life. The fact that this flip was off her foot and we had taken off had totally derailed her. She began to screech Myyyyyyy fliiiiiiipfloooop. Meanwhile I am turned around trying to distract her with It will be alright see the flip is right there.. well get it when the ride stops (yes, I know, you can start laughing now). Im trying to get her to shoot her gun. Anything to stop the unholy screeching
And then the car begins to spin.
Well, that flip flew like a bullet, smacked an alien right upside the head. And my daughter screamed like she was being killed. As we whirled around you could see the stunned look on faces of the people in the opponent car. They surely thought she had an arm ripped off. The girl screamed, and all of us in the car totally lost patience for it. The photo taken of the car shows my husband, my son and myself yelling at her to zip it. A true family memory.
We got off this ride with daughter hobbling on one flip (dramatic, remember). The people in the car next to us were asking for the local equivalent of child services, cause surely we were beating this innocent child .and look, she doesnt even have two shoes to wear bad parents.
The kind TM told us to hobble to the front of the park where there were flips in my daughters size. He also told us that we could come to Guest Services the next day where they gather up all of the lost belongings . Which we did do another day thats another story as we try to describe the lost flip flop to the Guest Services. But, it was recovered and reunited with its owner.
Last weekend I chaperoned my sons band trip to Dorney Park in PA and we rode a roller coaster (Talon) that had a webbing below one of the inversions. On the webbing one lone flip flop. We looked at each other and laughed hysterically. My fliiiiippfloooopp has become a family joke. Well, for all of us but the girl, shes too cool for all that
Really enjoyed you story.
The way you told the story, priceless!
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