Anywho ... so yeah, i got to watch Seth have fun.  And to be perfectly honest, i'm not as big on water slides as i used to be -- i prefer to have a train or boat or something between me and the bloody track i'm hurtling down, so you don't get the hot plastic scraping against your back through a thin layer of water and then suddenly plunged into six feet of water before you have time to catch your breath ...  So i didn't mind not participating.  And Seth seemed to have a really good time, so that made me happy.  And i had my book of crosswords.  =)

One thing i forgot to mention about our first attempt at W&W -- shortly before we bailed, we decided to grab a bite at the "Surf Grill" (or whatever it was called).  They've got a decent chicken sandwich there.  Good fries, too.  =)   Anywho, we noticed a lot of birds -- a few pigeons and blackbirds, but mostly these li'l brown birds (idunno jack about bird species ... they were little brown birds ... 's all i know).  So we started breaking little pieces off our fries and throwing it to the birds, just to watch 'em scramble.  We then noticed a couple of the brown guys perched on the chairs behind us, so Seth tossed a piece of fry in the air, expecting it to fall to the ground and the two brown birds to go after it.  Instead, one of the birds leapt from its perch on the chair and snatched the fry out of mid-air.  Seth and i gave each other the "holy crap did you see that?" look, then made the two birds repeat the trick like 20 times before we realized we were getting rid of all our food.  Then this little four-year-old came along and chased all the birds away, and we finished our meal.

Anywho, so yeah, back to Friday.  I entertained myself reenacting that by myself on Friday while Seth splashed around in the wave pool.  Eventually he got bored with it, and we decided to walk back to the hotel.  By this time, i was in the mood for a good swim, but i figured Seth wouldn't be up for it, seeing as how he'd just spent the past few hours doing various water-related things.  Welp, i was wrong.  So down to the hotel pool we went.  Lemme just say, it wasn't warm.  But it actually felt kind'a good.  Especially compared to -- guess it was Monday or Tuesday nite?  Water was freakin' frigid the first time we got in.  I didn't even stay in for two minutes.  Dove in, said, "forget this", got out and dried off.  But yeah ... Friday afternoon, it felt good.  Then these chumpish kids came in and stormed the place.  I got a little crowded, Seth got a little cold, so we decided to head back to the room.  As it turns out, the aforementioned chumps were going to be spending the next two nights on the sixth floor with us -- on either side of us.  And wheee.

Around 5:00, Seth and i returned to IOA for some more Hulkage.  Evidently Friday nite is "bring your girlfriend and make out in line nite" at Universal.  The gafr's were out in full force.  That's g-a-f-r -- pronounced "gaffer."  It stands for "get a frick room."  I swear there were at least three couples playing tonsil hockey in each line we stood in that nite.  Just a pet peeve, i guess.

Anywho ... Dr. Doom's Tower of Terror or whatever it was called.  You probably saw it in the background of the Hulk picture -- it's one of those what i think RCT calls a "whoa-belly!" ride.  Kind of like Drop Zone, but instead of slowly lifting you and then dropping you, it shoots you up, then drops you, then shoots you up again, then drops you again, then shoots you up a third time and drops you.  The first nite, Seth and i told each other there was no frick way we were doing that.  So, needless to say, by the time we left the park on Friday, we'd done it twice.  And as it turns out, it was nothing.  The initial shoot up was the worst part.  And then after that, you don't really feel a thing.  Almost disappointing -- but still kind'a cool.

Of course, you already know what the last thing is that we did before we left.  We just had to get one more Hulk helping before we bid farewell to Universal.  =)

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