NOW, we're headed to POTC. I'm happier than a lark. Peej is right, Hollywood says head right, and nobody is in line. We get right on. I don't recall being horrified at sitting in the same row as them, but I was a tad loopy, so horrification could have occurred.
The ride begins, but before we get to Davy Jones, I get a text. I look at textgirl, she's sitting right beside me. Who's texting me? (BTW, P. Lauren is AMAZED I can get a text in POTC. She's a texting queen, and she would NEVER EVER text from somewhere like, I don't know, let's just say the VATICAN@@)
The text is from dd. "What do we name him?"
I'm silently thinking What Do I Care. Cpt Jack is approaching. AHA! I text back. "How about Cpt. Jack?" I think all is well.
A few moments later, she texts back. "the boys don't like it. They want to name it Remy after Ratatouille. I want to name it Rebel or Byron after James Byron Dean"
I take a consensus of our traveling party. I text back "Remy's cute." I close my phone. All is well. NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
next text "I dont want the name Remy"
Then why did you even give me that as an option?!?!? Plus, dear daughter, I AM ON PIRATES
Dh says to tell her we'll call back later. By this time the ride is nearly over. I do get to see Cpt. Jack singing "Drink up me hearties, yo ho."
Yo Ho Ho hum
We grab a fastpass for Splash Mountain. And decide on Columbia Harbor House for a quick bite to eat. B/c PJ is a vegetarian and wants hummus. Which I have heard of, I just have never eaten. now at MGM, she orders some weird thing, I will admit I have never heard of, but that story will come later.
I order chicken strips , apples, and a dessert and drink. B/c I'm on the
DDP. I don't want the dessert, but I figure somebody will eat it.
Anyway, I think I'm supposed to take a picture of the food, I don't know why. So I do:
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I don't snap a pic of PJ's food...yet. I don't want her to think I'm a wIerdo or anything.
Chicken strips were ok-ish. The apples were given to Hollywood, who berated me for not ordering fries. I offer to buy her fries just to get her off my case, but she refuses. I taste that dessert thingy. Not so great, so I toss most of it in the garbage. The first of the large quantities of wasted food while on the DDP. I'm thinking the ddp doesn't work for me so much.