Current mood:	tired
Current music:	"Suki ya nen, Osaka." KanJani 8
Entry tags:	family, japan

Osaka Redux
So over the four day Golden Week holidays, Mommy and I went to Osaka. We walked an insane amount, saw takoyaki stands every few feet, and spent an entire day at Univeral Studios Japan. That was actually lots of fun (except for the "Back to the Future" ride; both Mommy and I got very very motion-sick, so we really should have skipped it). But the best part by far was the "Jurassic Park" ride.

See, my mother actually hates "scary" rides. And by "scary", she meets anything that bumps, has sudden movements, or drops. She's ridden "Splash Mountain" exactly once, and she was terrified. "Pirates of the Caribbean"? She considers that to be plenty scary as far as sudden drops go. (No seriously, it has teeny mini-bumps at the very beginning. I swear. I know this because my mother brings them up every single time.) But I wanted to ride "Jurassic Park", so my mom bravely agreed to ride it once with me (I figured I could always ride it once by myself later). So we rode, we got "spat" on by random dinosaurs, we got suckered in by the first fake drop, and we screamed our heads off as we dropped away from under the T-Rex's snapping jaws.

My mother's reaction?

"Oh, that was fun! I liked that."

We ended up riding it again later that night, and according to Mommy, it was just as fun the second time around. It was seriously kinda weird. "Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"