This morning, we joined Amanda and family at Universal Islands of Adventure. We’re pass holders, so it was inexpensive for us, but I imagine quite expensive for them. Since they actually had to pay to go, we volunteered to watch the kids on rides the kids were too small or too scared to ride. First stop: Spiderman, which is an awesome ride. Brandon was looking forward to this ride, so we kept Matty.

We took Matty into the comic book store, where he pointed out each and every picture/statue/toy of Spiderman to me. He doesn’t have a full vocabulary yet, and he’s hard to understand, but it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to understand “more spiderman!” from him. OMG, Spiderman was everywhere. When I couldn’t stand having to confirm, yes, that is spiderman, any more, we went back outside. In the store, Matty would let me put him down for a couple minutes, but outside the store, it was “Up! Up! Up!” Even when I put him up on a wall so he was standing face to face with me, “Up! Up! Up!” And he seemed disinclined to acknowledge sherlock’s existence. I’m only complaining because I am not in the habit of carrying a small child, and he was killing my arms. But, he’s so cute, and I loved him hugging me close, so I can forgive him tiring me out!

After everyone caught back up to us, I bee-lined for an ice cream stand. I mean, it was 1030a, and beastly hot. Clearly it was time for an ice cream breakfast! And, clearly I need to be reading some diet pill reviews online tonight to try to compensate for that unhealthy start to my day!

The boys didn’t want to go on the water rides, and neither did Amanda’s sister, so we all went on. Bluto’s Barge is one of those rides where ten people sit on a giant inner tube type raft, and everyone gets soaked. We boarded the raft after the European (possibly Swedish, possibly Scandinavian, based on accent) family got onto our raft. And… holy Toledo! As our party was finding their seats, I looked over and saw this big man TAKE HIS CLOTHES OFF! I kid you not. My jaw dropped, and he looked at me and said, “I have cameras in my pockets.” Um, kay. He was wearing PINK UNDERWEAR! PINK! And even though I was raised to not stare, how could I not stare when his junk was so prominent in his pink underwear?! Holy crap! He put his shorts and shirt into the “waterproof” center storage cavity thing, and I turned to Amanda and hissed through my teeth, “he’s in his underwear and it’s pink!” She couldn’t see from her seated position, especially since the pink underwear man was also seated, but she giggled right along with me. Then, the man, who was seated two people away from Amanda’s husband, turned to him and helpfully suggested, “you’re going to get wet, take your shirt off and put it in here.” Verily I giggled even more. I’m not sure how E maintained his composure having a man in pink underwear suggest he get nekkid, too.

At the end of the ride, we all got more than an eyeful as pink underwear man, now in soaking wet pink underwear, stood up and again showed his manhood to everyone. I told Amanda to take a picture, but she was too embarrassed to. She handed me her camera. I can only hope the picture I took is good enough for her to post, because there is something very funny about a heavily tattooed man in soaking wet pink underwear!

We parted ways around 1p. Sherlock and I just cannot do the heat. Also, we were exhausted. But we had a great time. And it’s so good to know, now, that pants are optional at Universal. Next time, we’ll go commando!

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