It took my hours to convince my Mom I wasn't sleeping with a goat! It's a sore subject for me now.
I'm sorry it's become a sore subject, but, the idea of hours spent convincing your mother of something rather obvious sounds like it's likely to be a fun installment.
Our bus arrives quickly and Mom says she wants to ride Everest. Our dialogue goes something like this:
Mom: I want to ride that
Me: It's the only ride I rode with Tara that made me almost lose my cookies.
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I realize Mom is not going to let me off the hook for Everest but I try one last time to disuade her:
Me: If we get to the front of the line you can use the chicken exit if you change your mind.
We ride. I hold my cookies down and as I help the wobbly woman besides me off the ride I can see her face is red...red and angry. She says, loud as you please..and I quote:YOU FINK!!...You made me ride that ride!!!!!!
Ah yes, my Grandmother would have done this. Then, when you tried to remind her that she was the one who insisted, she would have said, "well, I didn't want to keep you from doing it" and no amount of pointing out that you had repeatedly said you didn't want to do it would have dissuaded her from the opinion that she had spent the whole day sacrificing herself for your enjoyment. What I learned from that--I walk through the Everest queue with whomever I'm with, but, then I ALWAYS take the non-riding exit (I prefer that to "chicken" since it's my intended exit when I get in the queue and it's more about not puking on people than anything else). So, I'd have let your mother ride alone...but, I'm sure she'd have found a way to blame me for abandoning her too...but, at least the argument that I'd forced her to ride would be gone.
...but mostly NO EVEREST! As long as Mom doesn't want to ride the Teacups I'll be alright.
Yeah, I've NEVER ridden those. I want to try the touringplans.com commando do everything in one day plan sometime, but, the teacups would definitely need to be moved to the end of the day so that I can collapse and not move after riding.
We caught Wishes from an odd angle but it was wonderful because we sat by a little girl two or three years old who kept yelling out "Bravo! Bravo" as the fireworks went off.
Tired, and happy we head back to our hotel. I mention to Mom that I'm going to pick up a sandwich at Rix's. She turns to me and incredulously she asks: "WHAT ABOUT ME?????????"
I assure her she can have a sandwich too.
The little children who remind me to view things with fresh eyes are one of my favourite parts of the MK.
Ah ending the day with the weird helpless passive aggressive comment...at least she didn't say "okay, I'll see you in the room" and then give you a letter the next day that told you how hurt she'd been that you didn't invite her to get a sandwich too. (Can you tell I have these people in my family too?)
Thanks for writing this TR and sharing your experience with the rest of us. We've known about the planning for this trip along the way and it's great to hear what actually happened.
