Before I start on today’s post there are a couple of things that I’ve forgotten to write about in previous posts and I feel it necessary to cover these particular aspects of our holiday.
First of all, if you go to the Harry Potter part of Universal, be aware that Butter Beer tastes like…well, shit really! I have no idea what shit tastes like but if I was to take a guess then I would say shit tastes like Butter Beer or, if you prefer, what I said originally – Butter Beer tastes like shit.
All five of us tried it and the more profane of us concluded that it does indeed taste like shit while the females of the tribe declared their disgust for it in a slightly more lady like manner:
“Bloody disgusting.” said PIL.
“Foul, disgusting stuff.” said CJ.
“Tastes like shit.” said Ed.
“Ed!” said PIL
“Yeah. Tastes like shit.” said Greg
“Greg!” said PIL
“Fuckin’ horrible.” I said
“Dick!” said PIL
“Dad!” said CJ.
“Ok. Sorry.” I said. “Still tastes like shit though!”
“Dad!” said CJ
“Dad’s right.” said Ed. “It’s fuckin’ horrible.”
“Ed!” said PIL
“Ed!” said CJ
Anyway, as you can see, we didn’t like it. 5 out of 5 considered it foul. You may think differently but I would suggest that you buy ONE SMALL Butter Beer and try that before investing a shit load of money for a drink that in my opinion, tastes like shit.
Secondly, if you go to Typhoon Lagoon take your own music (phone or iPod) and good head phones . Unless you are a huge fan of 60s California surfing songs that blare out on a continuous loop that repeats every 2 hours, you will go nuts within hours because that’s all that’s played and you can only listen to “Daddy taking the T.Bird away” so many times.
I wholeheartedly recommend both these places as tremendous fun and not to be missed but just be aware of what I’ve said here.
Today I started the day with another 1.2 mile run. This time CJ came with me as the lazy toad known as Greg was fast akip in his pit still. After breakfast and showers we headed off to Wet n’ Wild. We’ve never been here before so weren’t sure what to expect. We were not disappointed though. It was smashing. There were lots of water rides that the kids went on straight away while PIL and I sorted out the loungers and chairs and made like Germans by covering everything with towels. After about an hour the kids came back and started telling us about the rides they’d been on. They harped on about this ride called the H2O Disco ride and said it was great fun.
“Dad. You really must have a go. It’s got really loud 1970s disco music playing the whole way down. You’ll love it(!!!!!)”
Eventually I agreed to have a go. Ed said he wasn’t going this time round as he wanted to top up his tan. He said it with a huge smile on his face. Greg and CJ were beaming too. ( I should have guessed something was afoot). So off we went and joined the end of the queue for this allegedly fantastic ride.
“So what happens?” I asked
“OH Dad it’s great. You get in this 4 person rubber ring thing and shoot off down the slide. Some of the time it’s in a dark tunnel thing and then it’s outside then it goes back inside the tunnel and finishes off in the pool. It’s great. You’ll love it.”
“Yeah Dad, and all the way down they play disco music really loudly.”
“But I don’t like disco music.” I said
“That’s ok Dad. It doesn’t matter. They only play it loud so no one can hear you screaming.”
“Never mind Dad. We’re there now.”
“No” I responded. “What’s this about not hearing you scream?”
Whereupon the guard at the top of the ride gestured us forward ready to take our places in the rubber ring thingy.
“Right Dad. You stand on the number 1. We’ll stand on 3 and 4. That way the weight is evened out.”
“Cheeky bugger” I thought. “Why is the guard smiling like he’s just toked a whole spliff on his own?”
We got on. Then the ground suddenly disappeared from below us and we shot off somewhere. I was facing back up the ride throughout and a) had no idea what was happening until it happened to me, b) all I could see was Greg and CJ laughing their heads off and c) I was probably screaming like a girl but due to the VERY loud 1970s disco music, I couldn’t be sure.
Finally, after what felt like an hour or so we ended up in the pool at the end of this ridiculous water slide thing. The kids were wetting themselves with laughter. I was so exhausted from all the screaming I’d screamed that they had to help me out of the pool and escort me back to PIL and Ed. PIL had a huge grin on her face so it was fairly obvious that Ed had told her what was going to happen. The buggers had conspired on the way back earlier to stitch me up like a kipper and they had. There I was thinking that PIL and I had succeeded as parents in bringing up three civilised human beans. Wrong!
Today is our last full day in Florida as we catch the evening flight back to the UK tomorrow. Ed, Greg and I are finishing off the beer before going to bed. PIL has drunk the last of the wine and gone to bed.
We have had a truly wonderful time. We will return again soon. Next time though, we may not have all the kids with us. Ed is 22 now, finished Uni and about to start work. He may decide that he wants to holiday elsewhere with other people. We shall see. Greg is 18. He’s about to start Uni. Who knows what he will decide. CJ will come with us though as she’s still not old enough to holiday alone. I hope that our kids will all join us on holiday again. PIL and I love having them around. They are great company (somewhat annoying at times though) and both PIL, CJ and I will miss them.
Have a great day.
More Dick soon.
Never got around to the water park , but I did try the butter beer. It was disgusting. I had a similar experience at Disney. My dad tricked me into going on Space Mountain. It was my first and last ride on a rollercoaster.
I like roller coasters as long as I can see where I’m going! Butter beer is pretty gross isn’t it. Judging by the expressions on the faces of the people around us at the time we are not the only people to think that. Have a great day and thank you for the follow.