Florida Day Fear

As none of my family wanted to go to a water park, this day I ventured forth to Blizzard Beach by myself, which wound up being both a good thing and a bad. It was bad in that I thus had noone to let me know that sunblock was mostly waterproof these days, so it was foolish to think it pointless to put it on in the first place, which resulted in me getting second degree burns on my shoulders (seriously, they got all yellow and waxy and bubbled up and pus oozed from them occasionally -- so hot). The good came a bit later.

Iimmediately set out for the park's signature attraction, a water slide that takes you just about straight down from your starting position towering above the rest of the park (and most of Disney -- I think the Tower of Terror might have been the only ride at any of the other parks that went up higher) to the ground in less than five seconds. It's very good to get this out of the way at the very start of the day before the lines get too long, because it doesn't go on for anywhere near long enough to justify even a half hour wait, let alone the hour+ lines that it gets later in the day. I also went on just about all of the solo rides, even going on one of the kiddy rides, as I hadn't been paying attention to what section of the park I was wandering into.

I had accomplished all of this by noon, much to my dismay, as I didn't really want to go back to my sister in any timeframe that would vaguely resemble me admitting it wasn't great enough to justify spending most of a day there, so I resolved to go on one last ride -- a group rafting ride that I'd been avoiding thus far, as it would mean I'd be getting partnered up with a group of strangers. It turned out I needn't have worried about this, though, as I got partnered up with the most stunningly beautiful girl at the entire park and her two younger siblings. After the ride was over I blatantly stalked them all for a bit, and we got to talking as I joined them on a number of rides that I had already been on. She unfortunately wasn't able to stretch out my overall time there by much more than two extra hours, as her family was leaving around two, but we exchanged phone numbers and emails and I awkwardly hugged her in front of her parents (She's 19, people! Leave me be!) nad made my way over to MGM, where my sister and brother in law were.

One more thing bears mention, though. When I'm with the two of them, bus takes twenty minutes to arrive, and makes a half dozen stops before getting to where we need to go. I'm by myself, the bus is idling there waiting for me, and takes off as soon as I sit down with me as the only passenger, and takes me directly there. Those two are damn jinxes, is what they are.
I don't honestly remember what we did at MGM, quite frankly. I know we went on the Tower of Terror for the second and final time of the trip, during which I got to further frighten a semi-terrified little girl standing behind me in line by trying to reassure her that, while we do all get flung out of the top of the building, we all land on cushions so it doesn't hurt at all. Disney, take note: a ride like that would be completely awesome. We tried to get to the Indiana Jones Stunt Show, but it was down to standing room only by the time we got there, so we just went back, and I lounged in the pool a bit before we went to Downtown Disney for dinner.

After dinner and some more shopping, we went over to the movie theater in search of 1408, only to find that it had started a half hour ago. Our options limited to Evan Almighty and Live Free or Die Hard, Brad and I decided on Die Hard, while my sister stormed back to the hotel because we had the nerve to want to see a different movie than she did. It was well worth it though, as this was easily the best Die Hard movie since the original, filled with a bunch of great action scenes and Bruce Willis being his usual awesome self. One of the best parts of the movie has to be how he's evolved from the standard action hero concept of snapping off dumb one liners after he's taken someone down, and instead just looks at all the carnage he's caused and giggles like an asshole. It's a brilliant movie. And Kevin Smith so totally tries to channel Quentin Tarantino's acting style when he first appears, for reasons I can't even begin to guess at.