SPLASH! But Not On Me

I was at Disneyland with two girlfriends (Lela and another childhood friend) on Sunday with no kids and no husbands.

You are either insanely jealous, or, more likely, think we are insane to go to Disneyland when we have adult girls time alone without the kids and spouses.

But it was SO much fun.

While there are certainly plenty of tales to tell, Splash Mountain is one of the funniest. I love Splash Mountain.

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But I hate being wet and cold. You see the problem? (For the record, I also hate getting my hair wet and having it curl and frizz and look like crap when I've taken the time to straighten it. It makes me a grumpy-lou, which is not fun for anyone. Both my husband and Lela can attest to that last part based on previous experiences.)

Never been on Splash Mountain?  You sit in a five person log-looking "boat", one in front of the other, and ride it through and around, dropping down a couple of smaller falls, then you head up for the big one - the drop down, ending in a giant splash.

Lela had a plan before we left for the park. She got big, black garbage bags and cut neck holes in them for each of us.

When we were ready to get on the ride, we popped arm holes and donned our bags. People looked at us like we were nuts... until they saw the people getting off the ride that were soaking wet. Suddenly we weren't so silly.

Now is a good time to mention that Lela specifically said, "We don't want the front. If they tell us to sit in the front, tell them you want to sit in the back. The front is where you get the wettest."

So as we waited in line, the guy asked us how many in our group, and then said, "Okay, lines one, two and three."

Obedient little sheeple that we are, we marched right up there and stood in the slots to be seated in the front of the boat. *sigh*

But I had a bonus to deal with that hair problem. I brought a plastic grocery store bag to cover my head with. Go ahead and laugh. I wore that thing like a 85 year old donning her rain bonnet, and was proud of my ingenuity, AND my dry hair. Especially when that huge splash of water doused Lela's head.

That's Lela in front and me with my bag-bonnet. 

I did sort of make Lela go to the first slot, despite her trying to manipulate me into that spot by telling me she weighed more than me, so we'd get more wet if she sat in the front. I wasn't buying it, though. As we climbed that last hill before the drop, she could be heard yelling, "I really hate you right now!" We were roaring with laughter the whole way.

Here's the verdict on the bags. Yes, for the most part, they kept us dry. Except for from the knee down where there was no coverage, and I was SOAKED on my right leg and both feet. So soaked I rang water out of my jeans leg and sock. In fact, I had to go buy seriously overpriced Disneyland socks. Not one pair of socks, though, because they came in two packs. Two pairs of seriously overpriced Disneyland socks. Very plain, very cheap Disneyland socks for $14.99.

Oh and where the water ran UP the bags, leaving two of us with wet crotches. Lela had figured out how to pull the bottom of the bag up between her legs to keep the water out. She forgot to pass that tidbit of information to us, though. I'm thinking pay-backs for making her sit in front.

I am NOT complaining. It was so much fun, we just laughed and laughed. We got lunch after the ride and I took my shoes off and put them in the sun, along with my wet right leg. With the fresh socks, I was nearly dry by the time we were done eating.

Next time I just need to remember one of those cheap rain ponchos with the hoods. And maybe go barefoot.

***Ally
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