The Drive Home

All right, so I'm a little predictable: After getting my feet wet with "Free Willy" with Kim and Annalee, I drove Annalee 75 miles to Sea World San Antonio today for a live viewing of Shamu XIII. Annalee was not convinced for the last 15 of those miles that the endeavor was a good idea. At all. I kept saying "whale," and eventually we pulled into the gargantuan parking lot ($14 poorer already). We paid, threw on someone's shoes (that had been taken off in the minivan), and hurtled through the park to Shamu's Stadium, where we caught the last half of a 20-minute show. Though we were at the top of the seating area, Annalee seemed to take in that there are some big critters in the world and that her new favorite movie had even more dimension than she realized. Of the smaller creatures she saw today, she was especially pleased by the pink flamingos, the goldfish, and the sea lions, though the largest of these last was enough to warrant a frightened grasp onto yours truly. The drive home was one long nap.