You know that feeling when you're at the end of a vacation, and you're just about ready to go home? I love that feeling. For me, I need to go about five days. Diana says she's about ready today with four. It makes you appreciate home, but you get that neat feeling of accomplishment too.
This vacation was busy, but we had some nice restful time too. I think I've stayed at the Royal Pacific at Universal so much that it seems like a second home! Diana's dad and girlfriend thought it was exceptionally nice, and I guess I'm just used to it.
I appreciate it more this time because we spent time at the pool. I was down there for a little while with Cath last year, but I haven't been in the water since more than two years ago (some Michigan chicks were with me). I gotta tell you, when it's really f'ing hot, a nice pool is sweet. I managed not to burn too much, but to say I got some "color" would be an understatement.
I'll write some kind of trip report later about Universal. Around the park-going, I upgraded last minute to a convertible because, well, why not, I'm on vacation. We got a VW Beetle, and while it still feels like a cheaply made car, it's very peppy and it was nice to have the top down. It was arrest-me-red.
Friday night, Diana's dad and his friend Helen Ann came up to join us for dinner and my ninth viewing of a Blue Man Group show. She's an employee of the Ritz, so she got a great rate on the place. The show has still more minor tweaks here and there. The one guy dropped a paint ball for the first time, after not being able to break the first one in his mouth. I've not seen that happen before! Universal finally lets the Blue Men come out and take photos after the show. I had heard they didn't allow it before because they wanted to figure out how to monetize that. (Lame.) I wonder how the partnership between BMG and Universal is going.
Saturday afternoon we drove up to The Villages so Diana could finally meet my mom. We ate at a mediocre Italian place. I got to drive around the golf cart, while my mom and step-dad drove my aunt and uncle's (they were out of town). I swear, retirees and golf carts and alcohol seem like a dangerous mix. Though ironically, it was me who had his blinker on all of the time, because it didn't automatically turn off.
Overall it was a fun weekend, and we paced ourselves pretty well. I'll write about The Simpsons Ride and all that later.
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