Universal Studios

So I knew for several months that my daughter was coming to visit for the Christmas, so I decided to steal some of that time from her mother's side of the family and let them have the rest. The initial plans for was just for us to go see "Rogue One", as last year marked our first traditional "Star Wars Thing" where we go see it together, but as the day of their arrival got closer I decided to take a trip out to Hollywood as she was somewhat, playfully, mad at me when she called me several months ago one morning and I told her I was in L.A. and she wanted to go. The week prior, more plans popped up and I decided to take her to Universal Studios since we were going to be in L.A. Why not?

Well, she was happy when she found out she was going, which she didn't know until she woke up the next morning on the bus ride there. And even though it rained (Tony! Toni! Toné! lied! It does rain in Southern California!) we still started off real good. Hit up Springfield for our first ride, then Krusty Burger, Moe's Tavern, and Cletus' Chicken Shack for some food and drinks. Off to Hogwarts as she's one of those Harry Potter nerds, rode the ride there and walked around. Then on to The Walking Dead attraction and The Minions ride.

Then, as it happens every time I go to Los Angeles, I get an unbearable headache; you know, the kind that makes you think you're going to vomit (I know that sounds weird, maybe that's just me). For the kid I pushed through about another hour with the headache, getting worse. And after a while I ended up calling a friend and having to leave the park to crash at her house. I say all of that to say that even thought I told her how sorry I was that we had to leave the park early because of me and her telling me that she understood, was okay with it, and was just happy that I took her, I still feel like I ruined the day and the fun (as well as money I didn't get my time/fun worth, less important though). And that REALLY bothers me. So the entire rest of the weekend I've been trying to figure out a way that I can make it up to her before she leaves to go back home. I don't get to physically dad that often, so when I do get time to do something special I want it to be special; and this was one of those times, and it turned to shit.

For some reason she didn't really want to take any pictures with any of the characters at the park; I guess she thinks she's too old for that. I was cool with that, but I had to make her take one with Homer and Marge, as well as one with Doc Brown from "Back to the Future" (didn't edit that one though).

Although I'm still upset that it didn't go how I planned it (we still had a good four more hours before we had to leave to catch our bus back), I'm glad that she had fun, and I hope that she was being real about not being upset about leaving and not just trying to make me feel better about it. I guess I owe her Disney World even sooner now.

Bishop Jackson