(Updates update) Blake’s Disneyland Birthday

OK, so I’m finally making good on “I’ll blog about that later” promises. Each category will be a different post, and as I’m at work, any personal pictures will be posted after I get home. (probably late tonight)…OK, here we go:

Blake’s Disneyland Birthday:(note my fright in my previous blog entry)

Ladies and gentlemen I am here to tell you I survived the Hollywood Tower of Terror *bows, accepts applause*
Not that I had much of a choice…well, initially I did…OK, when it came time for me to go on my most feared of all rides (Malaboomer and Tower of Terror) i came to the full realization of what that entailed...and i became squeamish and panicky. Blake, the loving husband he is told me if i REALLY didn't want to go, he wouldn't make me. i caved and said it was his birthday celebration and i would go on ONE of the super scary rides with him. we tried Malaboomer, but when i sat down in the little tiny seat, i saw nothing was holding me in. i felt so exposed and vulnerable...so i ran off at the last minute...i don't regret it...Blake wasn't too bad, he wanted me to go on ToT anyway, so now i had no options.

I actually felt SLIGHTLY better about ToT when Blake told me the seats were indoor and we would sit next to each other (like in Star Tours) and promised he would hold me. As we approached the gates of the ride it was like walking to my doom...i was so effing scared! I was at my most wimpiest when along came an 8 year old girl (who was behind us in line) and she began consoling me and telling me how awesome the ride was...i felt a little better, and a little foolish.

I cannot even express to you the foreboding i felt as we slowly inched our way to the front of the line. I felt terror beyond any i had felt for any other ride (and let me tell you, I'm a chicken) SO scared...

When it came time for us to board the "service" elevator, i didn't even go on with Blake, i stood outside the doors a little while longer, weighing my options, trying to figure out exactly HOW MUCH harassing i would get from Blake if i didn't go on this ride too...he shot me a look of death scarier then the ride, so i slowly skulked into my seat next to him and promptly buried my face into his chest...i was gonna pee. i was so ridiculously terrified i started crying real actual tears as my husband laughed and hooted...i don't remember much from the ride itself except Blake saying things like "OK , here we go!" , "this is the big one, get ready" and "this is awesome!!", but when the ride ended, i realise i was so tense my muscles ached from all of my nervous clenching. so, though i am proud of my scary ride accomplishments...doubtful i will go on it again.