I really dont have a good excuse for not finishing this TR. So I wont offer one.
I think this is the last installment. It will probably not be funny or clever...like the rest of this TR? But it will at least be the end.
I am certain PJ will want to add her two cents, so I humbly request that this not be sent to the TR graveyard until she has had a chance to do so. TIA.
After our joyous encounter with the CM explaining how gorillas sexually mature, we decided it was time for some lunch.
Because listening to the sexual maturation rates of primates works up a hefty appetite.
apparently
Instead of playing the "what do you want?" "Idk, what do you want?" "I dont care. what do you want?" "I dont care. whatever" game of what to eat, RonStoppable informs the group that lunch will be consumed at Pizzafari.
I am fine with him taking charge in this instance. I am tired and weary and pizza is always a good thing. PJ half heartedly agrees because eating is simply not high on her priority list b/c she's a loserfreak.
Here is PJ enjoying our Pizzafari adventure.
and me. the
disney dining plan at its best. ignore the flattened heat and humidity hair. tyverymuch.
and one more of the cowpoke in the group.
See the
unsuspecting family in the background?
They were quite entertaining. The gma thought it would be a wonderous idea to somehow turn Pizza and Pudding into gourmet dining. She told the children to place their napkins down as placemats and then she began to arrange the plastic cutlery according to the Miss Manners Book of Etiquette.
She reminded me of the grandma on "Gilmore Girls" except worse.
The funniest thing was when she proclaimed her thirst but had nothing left to quench it. Her husband offered her his drink and she practically screams "BUT YOUR LIPS HAVE BEEN ON IT!"
oh
dear
God
His lips???? We cant have HIS lip germs coming in contact with HER lip germs. What in the heck is this world coming to? Lip germs trying to fraternize together? What's next? A government buyout for Larry Flynt and his failing industry?
And here is the final picture. PJ has grabbed the handy dandy blue notebook and decided to write a touching and sweet farewell to me.
Shall I share with you the message she left me? It's so kind, it almost brings tears to my eyes. But here it is and I quote:
"I am smarter than YOU! (and I can push harder)
aka Pizzafari"
Hmmm. I didnt know Pizzafari had an aka, but apparently it does.
We gathered up our belongings and headed out the door.
I glanced back at "I am smarter than YOU! (and I can push harder)" [aka Pizzafari] one last time knowing my magical trip was nearly complete.
We raced to the veehickull. When I say we I mean PJ and I. RS apparently didnt feel like racing that day.
But dont let that fool you. Occasionally we still race to the car in a store parking lot. You're only as old as you act, right? Which is why my Peter Pan complex will forever be intact.
The ride to the airport was quiet. It's a little sad to leave the Happiest Place On Earth. Reality is always waiting for you as soon as you walk through the front door back home. We get to the airport and say our goodbyes and promise to stay in touch. If I only knew then.....
It was a nice escape though. A few days spent at OKW, enjoying the breakfast of champions, hanging out with cool dissers at CM's, laughing at PJ undressing in the bathroom stall, being berated by Hollywood for choosing fruit over fries, singing 'O Canada' at Le Cellier, coaxing a hott college chick to not only ride Tot, but also EE, being shushed on more than one occasion, finally tasting the concoction that is Beverly, and flailing wildly down the OKW slide.
What more could I ask for?
Well, maybe one more thing....
We get all the way back to Indiana, walk through grandma's front door and Red jumps into my arms, Gigantor throws his arms around me, Miracle Boy asks "how was the trip?" and Julia Roberts gives me a sweet little smile.
Ahhhh, perfect.