*carefully
peeks inside the blog*
Wow,
that dust built up faster than I thought it would. What has it been,
six weeks? I'm going to need to get a crew in here. Or just rebrand
it as a urban exploration/haunted house blog. But for now, this:
Geographically
speaking, I should be a
Universal gal. The house I grew up in is about a 25-minute drive from
Universal Studios Hollywood, and nowadays I live even closer—if I
could get up to the roof of my apartment building, I could probably
see the park. But the
pattern was established in my childhood and I am pretty ride-or-die
for Disneyland.* I think I've been to You Ess Aitch about...ten
times. In my life. Until very recently, all my trips preceded my
theme park blogging life, which is why I have mentioned Universal
only in passing.
Until now.
This
past Memorial Day weekend, I finally
went back in order to finally
see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. We probably could not have
timed it better—we were anticipating insane
crowds due to a) the holiday, and b) the fact that everyone was
saving their Disneyland trips for the next
weekend—but attendance was actually pretty light. Maybe the weather
kept people away (it was the chilliest, dampest Memorial Sunday I can
personally remember. I wore layers),
or maybe the Universal fans were holding off until the Jurassic ride
opens back up. We got to do everything
we wanted to do, some of it more than once.
I shrieked at the top of my lungs in full view of an auditorium
crowd. I had my reasons.
