content: I was feeling like complete garbage when we went to go see this exhibit.  I had already been once, in the early 2000's, so it was mainly for the boyfriend's benefit.  I was feeling nauseous, weak with hunger but too nauseous to eat, and sunstroked.  \n\nI did manage to take note of a few things while struggling to not barf my breakfast from Bouchon Bakery into the dolphin pool...  A.)  This place is still a ripoff.  Fifteen bucks for maybe five or six animal cages and three bored-looking dolphins?  B.)  They have misted walkways and plenty of places to sit, which the hungover, elderly and those burderned by screaming brats will appreciate.  I know I did.  C.)  The dude who forced us to take a picture was a douche.  D)  Wtf... what are these, llamas?  What the hell happened to the elephant?  \n\nand finally, E.)  I was dehydrated as fuck, so I opted for a Slush, which I interpreted to be a Slurpee of some sort, as indicated by the Slurpee machine it was dispensed out of.  Three dollars later, and the woman just hands me a tiny, McDonald's-sized-small styrofoam cup with red slurpee in it.  I search and search, but no straws.  I inquire where the straws are as she is serving someone else.  \""We don't have straws,\"" she says rather sharply.  \""Um, how do I drink this, then?\"" I ask back in the same tone, annoyed.  She sighs and jams her thumb in the direction of some little flat wooden spoons, the kind you'd eat a frosted malt with.  Are you fucking kidding me, Secret Garden - I'm supposed to eat a half-melted red slurpee that I payed a fifth of the admission for with a flat wooden friggin spoon?  SPRING FOR SOME STRAWS!!!