My husband, Jim, said he never had and never needed to go on the Mad Teacups ride. I never had but desperately needed to. Are you seeing where this is going?
He hates to spin. I told him you don't have to make your teacup spin. Just please go on it with me.
This was all in the months leading up to our trip. Once we got there, I still really wanted to go but I also didn't want a sick spouse for the rest of a long day ahead (this was the first of our two Fourth of July's).
We grabbed lunch at Cosmic Ray's Starlight Cafe (the second busiest restaurant in the world I later learned- a Russian McDonald's is first). It was nice to sit and have a bite to eat. We were early in the week and didn't feel constantly stuffed yet. We got done and started to walk in Fantasyland. I was peeking at as much of the new construction as I could. Jim said, "Hold on, let's do this now. Right after I ate is probably a great time to do it." He was standing by the Mad Tea Party.
He didn't have to ask twice. I'll admit it felt like waiting for more like a carny ride than a Disney ride. It didn't take us long to get on but Jim did remind me I didn't have to spin it.
|Not us, bu our cup|
Our cup was yellow and I knew once we were in we would spin. Jim tried to stop it for a while but then we started spinning. I thought that was fun and he gave up. He let me spin away. He did change directions once but in hindsight that was a bad idea. I can now say I've had one of the quintessential American experiences. And I owe it to a husband who loves me very much!