Tuesday July 14th aka Day 3 Part 3 aka all the excitement is over. Boring commences.
I ate my hotdog. With chips. Which was soooo good. TFI. It was actually the perfect breakfast food because I put only ketchup. mustard and relish on it. But... not mayo. Cause mayo on a hotdog means lunch or dinner dogs. After, I was ready to slink back to Singapore Sal's. And thank the wonderful staff there. And also find out the cost of our wonderful new premium digs...for future. Also... we had to go grab our stuff which Mellyman had left unattended and all by itself somewhere ELSE in the park. I was less worried about our wallets. I was more worried about my bag of Fritos Honey BBq twists. And my book.
What if someone stole my copy of Atlas Shrugged?
That would suck. Cause I've been bringing it along every year since 1993. On vacation. I'm like halfway through now. Nod. An old professor of mine in University said it was scintillating. And a must read.
Ha! Soooo wrong I wish I could drop his course right now. Again. so. twice.
Luckily, I brought some other reading materials. My General had kept my room and many bookshelves in order over the years. So neat and everything is grouped together in series order still.
I also brought a couple Garfield. Comics. I don't know what it is to be honest. But... they make me laugh out loud. Still.
So we headed back to Singapore Sal's and walked in. Doreen the nice CM saw Me(l) right away. And came over and said she was giving me a hug. And she did. It was nice and motherly. Which was kinda new to me. Then she said she was happy to see I was alright and that she...and all of the CMs...thought that I was having a heart attack. She said they were pretty sure. We chatted and I asked her if she could go get her store manager lady. Again. On account of me. And then she came out and seemed happy to see us. She also said she thought I was having a heart attack. Ick. So I told her that I just wanted to go on record about her wonderful staff and especially Doreen who was like the best ever. EVER! And then I asked about Getaway Glen for the future. While Mellyman looked pained. Then I said I'd like to rent a locker and she magically said, "On us. As it everything this day."
Wow. Weeeeeee!
Obviously, we did not take advantage of any more perks. Because that would have been too much. really too much. But it was nice how magical they were being. That is the Disney I love. And still apparently exists.
Headed off to collect our stuff. The ironic part of all of this is that Mellyman had INDEED got us a great spot. After all. Heh heh. Which we abandoned and was swept up by the riff raff in about three seconds.
Headed back to the lockers and then back to our spot. Wallets safely stored. Along with the $30 camera which I was kinda wishing someone had pilfered. So we didn't actually have to go back and return to Walmart.
Dammit.
Back to our spots. Where we saw another group setting up. AND the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. IN a bikini.
I looked at Mellyman to see if he noticed. And he gave me the thumbs up. Which means that he has had WAY too many poker nights this summer apparently.
I narrowed my eyes until he slowly turned his thumb down.
And we both laughed real hard.
OFF TO THE LAZY RIVER~~~~
Oh yeah. I wadded slowly in first. Held my breath and plunged in because I need to do an initial full body entry. Or just not go in at all. Then I grabbed a tube thingie. And moved as far away from Mellyman as I could. Cause He leaps into the air. Launches himself out of the water and buttocks first into the tube. Which causes a tremendous "sunami" and then right after a real tsunami aftershock. Butt... he gets wedged in real firmly. Which he likes.
I however cannot ride that way. ON the lazy river. Not since that Snake Incident with Beth many years ago. Which caused both myself, Beth and a very overweight sunburned British chap memories we cannot ever erase. Basically... there was a snake swimming down the lazy river towards us. Beth made a very daring underwater escape because she is an amazing swimmer and can hold her breath for a long time. NOD x 2. She swam under a huge human tube raft to escape. I basically jumped outta my tube and climbed onto the head of the large man directly behind me. In his own tube.
So from then on I either just put my head and shoulders thru the tube resting my arms on it and float or kick, or else tag along on one of the happyhaunts tubes. Just visiting. But... completely aware of my surrounding with my legs free to flee.
Basically... I'm all ready to panic in the lazy river.
hummmmm. There.
On this particular occasion, I decided to be in my own tube as previously explained. But that I would also be Mellyman's motor. I would take him along at my own pace and wherever I decided to go.
Like our marriage.
Heh heh.
so we did like two whole circuits while chilling and me steering us around groups of lazier riverers and just chatting and Mellyman relaxing and floating like a large scallop on a sea of citrus beurre blanc.
Still a foodie!!!!
He remarked that it was so relaxing to do nothing and be magically steered onwards.
Yes Mellyman my love. LAZY RIVER-ing.
He asked me where we were eating that night and I responded "Flying Fish"! Happily. LOVE it. Mean it.
He asked "Why not Yachtsman Steakhouse?" Cause he loves it.
But I said that I had decided against it and for Flying Fish because I love it. And told him that I had indeed told him our dining plans for this trip over and over again. Which he promptly forgot like every other social plan I make. Ever.
I can't want him to go to Yachtsman. This trip. Because, mainly, he likes hanging around meat. Too much.
I get kinda jealous.
He will rub a shoulder of pork with such love and abandon to get it all ready for the smoker. And his famous pulled pork. While he has not given Me(l) a back rub since we were dating. And was strongly implied.
The problem is that I don't care for a cup of Cajunish Spice in the bed.
Otherwise I could prolly still get one.
So no Yachtsman this trip. Our next trip tho... I booked it for him. Already!
Cause I'm nice like that.
We continued on with the lazy river. Yes yes boring we are boring. Until we got caught in a huge jam of people. And were basically right beside this other couple around our same age doing exactly the same thing.
continued. on.
Until Mellyman told me to put on the brakes and wait awhile.
He said, "Mel we gotta stop for a bit. I feel like we're double dating with them."
Which made me laugh so hard. But also stop for a bit.
Finally I continued on pushing us.
Got bored.
Someone had to suffer at my hands. NOCalvin.
It was Mellyman cause he was convenient.
The last circuit of the Lazy River I stopped him at all the water jets, the water guns and the cold cold river streams running off of the cave there and the rock walls.
I let freezing water rain down on him. Over and over again. While carefully keeping myself out of the coldness and enjoying his squeals of suffering. Mightly.
To be honest... he was doing it so funny and loud to make me laff so hard.
It was like the most boring romantic moments ever! Until he got kinda grumpy and told me he was getting out to go back to our spot. And that he would do the same back to me later if he had the energy.
He never does tho. WIN!
Then we headed back and realized we were about to get caught in a wicked Florida downpour. We gathered some stuff and buried other stuff under towels under our umbrella and decided to wait this out while having some lunch offsite.
At Fuddruckers. Home of all you care to eat fake cheesegoo in a pump.
Again... I'll remind you that I am some sort of a foodie.
Cheers, Mel.
Edit: We call it "The FUDD". In hushed reverent terms.
And hum the intro to American Woman (Lenny Kravitz version) until the "
HuH!"! When we push the button to dispense.
