Tail over teakettle is not my best look.
But there I was, hurtling down a neon green waterslide backward with one leg in the air until — kerplop — into the nippy exit pool I went. When I finally got my head above water and clambered ashore, heart pounding, I had three immediate thoughts. In order:
Please, pretty please, let my swim trunks be arranged properly.
Was it the slide's twists and turns that left me breathless? Or was I still winded from climbing the many (many) stairs to its top? And were those (sob) my love handles jiggling on the way down?
Let's go again.
There is not enough chlorine in existence to make me a water park enthusiast, but Universal Orlando in Florida had lured me to its glistening new "water theme park" with a tantalizing marketing assertion: We have reimagined the whole experience. All those things you don't like about water parks? Our new 30-acre attraction, Volcano Bay, has fixed all of them.
Waiting in long lines? Fixed.
Hauling soggy mats up hundreds of stairs? Fixed.