Tower of Terror: How it Really Went Down (get it?)
As if it wasn't already time to just give it up and call it a day, we had to trek back to ToT for the THIRD time. Yes, #3. Third time's the charm, they say.

Despite all of the "please let it be broken" vibes I was sending, the ride appeared to be functioning just fine. Perfect. Just what I had in mind.
The babynurse grabbed my arm and forced me into the line. Not so gently.
"you're going."
Mr. Trollop looked less than convinced. I decided to humor the nursebabe and get in line. At this point I had absolutely no intention of riding. Zero. None. I was thininking, I'll get in line, walk up to the elevators with them, and then take the chicken exit. I'll be there in spirit but then I'll just get to ride a NORMAL elevator down. I thought of this as a compromise of sorts. Babynurse gets to ride her ride, I don't completely ditch her, yet I don't have to go on the elevator of doom.
Standing in line Elisabeth kept making little comments that made me realize she wasn't going to fall for my plan. Darn it all, she's not as stupid as I thought!!! And here I thought I could pull one over on the uneducated country gal from mamacantfindyou, IN. I was clearly mistaken.
All through the line, into the room with the video, and even in the final waiting room I had no intention of riding. Elisabeth just kept saying, you're riding it, you're going to ride it. And I just kept thinking, not a chance in heck, babynurse, not a chance in heck!
Then the persistence of the babynurse started wearing off on me. I got to thinking....I wonder just how long this ride actually is? So I ask the babynurse. She doesn't miss a beat. "2 minutes." I know now that she was lying straight to my face but it sure was convincing at the time!
2 minutes, I think. 2 minutes. How could 2 minutes be so bad? I mean, you can do anything awful for 2 minutes, right? We're getting closer and closer to the ride. I started getting all shaky. The babynurse faltered.
"your heart's beating really fast, isn't it? You're super nervous, aren't you?"
"YES!!!!!"
"well, it's okay, you don't have to go if you REALLY don't want to."
I kid you not, folks, she said that. Here I was completely freaking out, needing someone to push me if I'm going to get on this ride, and what does she say????? You don't have to go....
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Approximately 2 seconds after that remark I was once again being pulled by the arm toward the elevator of doom. Babynurse made some comment about not wanting some row because of seatbelts or lap bars or something. I don't remember. Anyway, next thing I know I'm IN the elevator. How did that even happen???? Those babynurses'll fool you every time.
I think I buckled a seatbelt or something, who knows. Then......the door closed. I looked to the babynurse for reassurance.
"It's oko," she said (oko is another old joke) and offered me her hand which was her mistake. She didn't need circulation in that hand, I figured. It was only 2 minutes afterall, right?????? (you should've known that would come back to haunt you!)
It seemed like there was a looooong time before we actually dropped. Maybe just because I was dreading it so much and I just wanted it to be over. I do remember seeing pretty stars and a good view of the park.
And then it was up and down and up and down and up and down!!!! I know she said we went 4 times but I swear it felt like 14!
And then....
IT WAS OVER!!!!!!!!!! I could finally breathe again. DepP breath. A sigh of relief. Did I really just ride the TOWER OF TERROR???? I couldn't even believe it.
I'll admit, it wasn't even THAT bad. Don't think I'm going on RnRCoaster next, because I'm not, but it was a baby step, right???
Coming up next....I educate the redneck in tabbouleh.