it’s still very hot
but shamu roller coaster
made us forget. not.
I just thought you might like to know that you are reading the blog of an ACTUAL REAL LIFE Sea World gold passport holder.
I will pause while you gasp in reverence.
That’s right, we splurged on season tickets. But, shoot, if you’re going to go more than once a year, the season ticket is the way to go. And seeing as how we went yesterday and barely managed to stay two hours before all four of us had our own individual meltdowns, we’re definitely going to need more than one visit to actually, you know, do anything there.
Our trip yesterday consisted of:
11:30 AM: Let’s go to Sea World! Yay!
Noon: Wait. How far away is San Antonio again?
1:45 PM: Oh, right. Far.
2:00 PM: Why is the wee-er one screaming like this? Is she hot? Tired? Wet? Pissed she missed the first free beer tasting at the "hospitality house"?
2:30 PM: Why is mommy so cranky? Is she hot? Tired? Wet? Pissed she missed the first free beer tasting at the "hospitality house"?
2:35 PM: Right. Mommy forgot to eat lunch!
2:40 PM: Seriously. Why is the wee-er one crying like this?
2:45 PM: Hey, here’s an air-conditioned place to eat lunch!
3:30 PM: Yay lines! Yay $7 chicken strips! Huzzah!
3:31 PM: Seriously. Why is the wee-er one crying like this?
3:32 PM: Let’s ride the small Shamu-inspired roller coaster! [the wee one happily goes crazy]
[the wee one rides Shamu again, climbs on a pirate ship thing, rides a spinning teacup thing]
4:00: Seriously. Why is the wee-er one crying like this?
4:01: [Mommy and Daddy confer]
4:02: Let’s go home! Yay home!
And, so, the next time we go to Sea World, using our fabulous gold passports, we will try to see an actual killer whale instead of a plastic one who’s face you sit in, and we will also time our trip to coincide with the morning hours, AKA: The Non-Crying Time (Usually).
Shew. I’m still exhausted and I didn’t even get to see one damn sea lion.