I last left off in Epcot with Dh hosting a sit-in on a curb by spaceship earth. He was protesting my touring plans. He was tired. He didn’t want to walk anymore.
I figured I had two paths to move him out of this.
1) I could yell and scream and be a total B*@%#*. Which would of course put us both in a bad mood.
Or
2) I could cajole him sweetly out of it with sympathy and humour.
I’m sure you know which option I felt like doing.
But I sucked it up for the good of the trip.
I took a deep breath, composed myself and sat down beside him.
I sang for him. To the tune of “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
“It’s my birthday and we’ll do world showcase if I want to,
World showcase if I want to,
World showcase if I want to.
You have to come to cause it’s my 40th birthday!”
He cracked a small smile. I had sung a few verses of this song already this trip.
I just sat beside him for a few moments quietly talking and rubbing his back.
Pat. Pat. Rub. Rub. "Poor, poor Honey"
Pat. Pat. Rub. Rub. "Your poor feet."
and so on.
It worked!
After five minutes or so he initiated standing up.
“We have to go all the way to France huh?” He asked stretching but upright.
“Yuppers. But we have an hour and I thought we could watch the movie in Canada on our way. We could sit to watch it” Okay I knew they didn’t have chairs but I hoped he could sit on the floor.
“Okay but I want to go back to the Coke place to get another drink first.”
“Fine with me. Couldn’t get enough of that Beverly stuff huh?” I was still trying the humour approach.
After filling up on liquids we headed to the world showcase. Dh happened to look at the screens by the fountain. They said that the showcase was closed.
Dh sat down again. On yet another curb. If you're counting that is curb #2.
Dh maintained that he wasn’t going to walk all that way if he couldn’t get food. He wanted to be sure first. Until then he was going to camp out right there. On the curb.
Here we go again I thought.
“Hon, It’s probably just a technical mistake. I know it’s open.” I told him.
It was after 11:30 am. I knew the world showcase opened at 11am. It almost always does. I checked my pocket size trip planner I carry with me. It read 11am. I checked the paper you pick up at the front gate with all the show times on it. It read 11am.
I showed both things to him.
He still shook his head. He wasn’t budging.
Once again, Dh did not have any faith in me and my Disney knowledge. I would be lying if I said I was having a hard time speaking nicely to Dh. I fought a hard internal battle to keep from blowing up at him.
Once again I wished I was on this trip with someone else.
Then I had an idea.
We were so close to the informational screens and there were a couple CM’s hanging around to answer questions. I would bring one over to talk to Dh.
So that’s what I did. A nice CM walked over with me to my curb sitting Dh and told him that the screens were in fact wrong. I thanked him and Dh and I were on our way once again.
Only this time I wasn’t so talkative with him. I was afraid of what would have leaped out of my head at him.
We stopped at Canada.
We waited about 2 minutes for the film to start. They had benches for us to sit on. Dh was happy.
Dh sat on the floor the whole movie. But at least it wasn't a curb.
I thought it was okay. Most Canadian tourism that I’ve seen focuses a lot on Toronto. I thought it was neat that this one didn’t. It seemed to show more maritime and British Columbia, and even Calgarian pictures than I was expecting. I don’t remember watching the old film.
Here is Dh sitting or rather stretching.
On our way to France we went by a Kimcumminicator station.
We checked in. I knew we didn’t have time to do it now so we saved it for after lunch. Here is what the station looked like.
I went straight for the grey goose slushie stand. I knew I was going to get the grey goose one but Dh took a while to decide which flavor he wanted.
He went with the same as me. Turns out he should have skipped it altogher.
Boy were they strong.
I felt floaty in minutes. All the flowers looked so pretty and I became very giggly.
I checked us in to Chef’s du france. We had to wait a bit.
I didn’t mind. Life was good. I sipped my drink and sat on a curb with Dh and people watched. Yes, that's right. Curb #3. We'd been in the park for three hours now and averaged one curb sitting an hour. Only of course he didn't start sitting until after the second hour. But I had my slushie so I had stopped counting.
Dh started to feel sick.
Then he started to feel sicker.
Then he left to find a bathroom. (Just like the curb theme we also have the continuing bathroom theme.)
Before he left I convinced him to fake it for a photo op. Here is Dh and I at the fountain in France with our drinks.
(sorry I can't find this picture. I'll keep looking.)
Dh returned still feeling sick. He didn’t think he could actually eat lunch. He gave me the rest of his drink.
"Oh I couldn't take that from you" I protested.
"Well, okay but I'm just going to dump it."
"
DON'T! I mean there is no need to do that. Why don't I just take it after all?"
Dh was thinking of going back to the hotel. But he didn’t think he could handle the walk.
I found it much easier to be supportive, sympathetic and humourous thanks to the grey goose.
I patted his back sympathetically and rhythmically. The pattern went like this.
Pat. Pat. Rub. Rub. SIP. SIP.
Pat. Pat. Rub. Rub. SIP. SIP.
Eventually we were called. We were seated inside. I was still working on Dh’s grey goose so I skipped ordering some french wine. I didn’t need us both to be ill.
Our waiter was Thomas. He was adorable. I’m not just saying that because I was all fuzzy from the drinks. He put up with my Canadian French.
We had the most wonderful meal there. I highly recommend the place. Dh started to feel better during the main course once he got some food into his stomach but still not quite right. He managed to eat most of his meal though.
I had the broccoli soup. YUM!
Dh had some sort of cheese, onion and bacon on flat bread. He was just looking for something to soak up the alcohol.
I had the quiche. Tres bien.
Dh had the vegetarian lasagna.
For desert I had the chocolate orange mousse.
And Dh had the crème brule.
But then my serveur (that’s waiter in French) avec ses amis (and his friends) sang happy birthday to me and brought me a ladyfinger and some fruit with a candle in it.
Here is the picture of them. I tried to get Dh to move out of the way.
It was one of favorite moments of the trip!
We had a lovely conversation with a family from the U.S. who had just arrived today. They had a son in grade 1 and a pre-school age daughter. Dh and I were impressed as their children started off their meal with the lobster bisque.
Apparently this family can’t do the dinning plan because the kids won’t eat off the children’s menu. I knew children such as this existed just not in my family. My kids love mac and cheese, corn and chicken nuggets. However, I do think that more of the restaurants should serve kid’s size portions of their main courses too. Not for my kids necessarily. But for families like this one.
We bid adieu to the nouveau cuisine eating children and their parents and left to do our Kim Possible mission.
Only Dh had to make a pit stop at the bathroom again.
Was he alright? And more importantly was this going to interfere with my plans for the rest of the day?
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