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I slowly crack one eye open to check and see if Clint is alive. Mustn't move head too quickly, room still spinning. 9:30am. He is lying next to me, mouth hanging open, still in la-la land. I slip out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake him yet, and crawl to the bathroom, since my feet feel like I have been walking on hot coals after wearing the hoochie heels from last night. Quick mirror check reveals that I not only neglected to remove my makeup last night, but I also forgot to wash the stamps from the clubs last night off my hands, and consequently have a stamp on my left cheek and on the inside of my right thigh. For those of you who have never experienced this, remember the scene in "Never Been Kissed" where Drew Barrymore's character goes to school with "Loser" stamped on her forehead? It really does happen, folks. When I was in college, some people actually thought I had big X's tattooed on my face. I curse roundly, grab a washcloth and scrub until I turn red. You would think that a cheap stamp that would transfer ink so easily to my face would wash off just as easily. After a minute or two, it looks like I have taken a belt sander to my cheek, but at least the ink is gone. I stealthily creep back in bed, and Clint rolls over and asks, "Did you see that cat?"
I frown and ask, "What are you talking about?!"
"That cat that ran through here last night." Now, I might have had an extra good time last night, and Loews hotels are pet-friendly, but I definitely did not remember a run in with any felines. Then he goes on to add, "Well, there must have been a cat in here, because it tastes like one stopped and {used} my mouth." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he's got a million of them, romantic or not, he keeps me laughing. He makes a gross face and goes to brush his teeth. So I guess we're up for the day. I make a mental note to pocket all the soap, shampoo, bodywash, and lotion to take home, Loews has the BEST toiletries...I'm not going to stoop to stealing from the maid's cart, but I will take full advantage of the daily replenishment.
I'm in the shower, mentally mapping out my attack route and what I'm going to wear, where we're going to eat, when Clint pops in and says he'll be back in thirty minutes. Matt and Eric, in their infinite respect for MY vacation, didn't bother to book a rental car. So they need chauffeuring around. And my husband is too much of a punk to tell them to call a cab. You notice he waited until I was indisposed so I couldn't tackle him and wrestle the car keys away from him. But, he was going to go get us some lunch anyway, so they return bearing gifts of food, we eat, and head downstairs to buy their tickets.
When we enter the lobby, it hits me. Clint's present was supposed to come yesterday. I get in line, and check with the front desk. No, no deliveries for Moore. She calls the main office. Not there either. She checks Star Services, and it's not there either. We verify that I sent it to the right address, put our names on it, etc. Keep in mind that I had paid for guaranteed delivery by Friday at noon. It is now Saturday, and almost noon. My anniversary is tomorrow. We call UPS, they ask for the tracking number, and in a flash of clarity, I remember that the receipt, along with tracking number, is in the center console of my SUV at the Memphis airport. So they can't help me. I use my cell to call information to get the number of the store at home that I sent it from. Surely they will be able to help me. But it is so new that information doesn't have their number yet. I'm not panicking yet, but am a little annoyed. Oh, well...maybe it will come tonight in the late shipment.
Let's just say the rest of the day doesn't get much better. They only bought one day tickets, so we opted to go to Islands of Adventure. First of all, it was BOILING hot. Secondly, we had FOTL, they didn't. I had begged Clint to go downstairs and put them on our room. It would have been work the extra $10 per person to get FOTL. But he didn't. And neglected to tell me he hadn't until we were already in the park, so I couldn't go do it. So we ended up waiting in the regular line with them for forty minutes for Spiderman while the people with FOTL walked past us with their nose in the air. I know that look, because I always give it to the people in the regular line..I admit it. I'm a fastpass/express pass snob because I'm smart enough to stay on-site, get a return pass, etc. So getting "that look" makes me even madder. I suggest that we try to go buy the all-day express passes for Eric and Matt and not wait in line, and immediately get vetoed. They think it's stupid to pay extra, and Clint agrees. It's like everything I taught him yesterday just flew out the window. He thinks we should just all wait in the regular line. So I suggest that maybe I should get out of line, run over to the Hulk and get a regular express pass for the two of them, then run back to Spiderman, use my FOTL, and wait to ride with them. Then we could all go hop right on the Hulk afterward. This sparks the "Great Express Pass Debate" of 2003. If you thought I had trouble explaining it to Clint yesterday, WOW! It was like trying to explain quantum physics to the Three Stooges. So I get madder and madder, and eventually they work out a schedule among themselves so that they can take abuse from me in hourly shifts instead of me directing it randomly at whomever is nearest. Clint agrees to take the first shift, so I start whaling on him about how nice fastpass was yesterday and how much he liked it then, and if he wanted to be a doodie-head about it today, then all three of them could wait in line until they turned 90, I was going back to the room and lying by the pool. Just before my head started to spin around, he relents, and I dart out of line. I get return passes for the Hulk that were thirty minutes away, stop in at the gift shop, buy a coke, take a Xanax, and head back to Spiderman. I use the FOTL, and the nice, nice lady at the front let me sit down in the corner and wait on them to get up there. They show up twenty minutes later, bored, sweaty, and I'm sitting in the air conditioning reading my guide book, calm and eating Oreos. We ride, the effects were amazing as always. I don't think that Eric has ever seen anything 3-D. He almost wet his pants when Spiderman first "landed" on the car, and was ducking and throwing his hands up in front of his face the rest of the ride. Laughing at his expense made me feel better, evil meanie that I am, and I was almost completely better when we disembarked. I tell them to look at their watches and at their express passes, and whaddya know? It's time to ride the Hulk. Again, the lightbulbs slowly come on over their heads, the hallelujah chorus is playing somewhere, and I have three express pass converts on my hands. Not a gracious winner, I smugly point out how right I was, and they agree out of fear for their lives. We walked out past Dr. Doom, and we noticed that the wait was over 30 minutes. But they already have one express pass, they can't get another...BUT I CAN!!! I feed my and Clint's tickets into the little magic box, and POOF! Return passes for fifteen minutes away pop out! We give them to Harry and Lloyd (I secretly call them this, from Dumb and Dumber), and we can use our room keys for FOTL! Thanks to my superior female mind and creative express pass use, we don't have to wait for anything the rest of the day, and I don't have to waste anymore Xanax. We ride the Hulk, Fire and Ice, Pteradon Flyers was actually open(!), and decide to finish the day up with Jurassic River Adventure and Dudley Do-Right's Ripsaw Falls. We emerged relatively dry from the Jurassic River Adventure, and knew that we wouldn't get too wet on Ripsaw Falls. Sure enough, we are still pretty dry after the big drop, and are just sitting in the flume waiting to get off. I had taken great pains to avoid getting the back pack wet, since I had so much in it. I had put it in a huge plastic bag, and since we were home free now, I open it to get out a little towel I had brought to dry with, and to get my sunglasses back out. Suddenly I am DRENCHED, water right in my face, everything in my bag (books, camera, money, tickets) is soaked. My sunglasses are actually knocked from my hand from the force of the deluge. Before I can help it, I let loose a burst of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. I bite my tongue, sheepishly look around to see if there were any little ears nearby, see none, but I DO see three guys about my age up on the bridge manning water cannons. They are high-fiving, laughing, having a great time. I take note of what they are wearing, and as soon as our log docks, I take off for the bridge. I don't even wait on Clint, Harry, and Lloyd. I can hear Matt behind me saying, "Uh, oh, she's really mad." Eric is whispering to Clint "Man, she's going to get us beat up," and Clint says, "Let her go, at least she'll be yelling at someone else for a while!" The three offenders are still there, feeding quarters and soaking unsuspecting riders. I wish I could have had a video tape of the exchange. I storm up behind them, yelling about how they ruined my camera, $200 dollars worth of tickets were soaked, my books were ruined, they had knocked a contact lens out of my eye (okay, so I made that part up..but I wanted them to feel really bad) I must have looked like a raging bull because they backed up against that rail with the fear of God in their eyes, immediately apologizing over and over, offering to buy another disposable camera for me, offering to go with us to guest services when we went to exchange our tickets, etc. Thank god they responded that way, because when I turned around to head back to Clint, I found the three of them hiding behind a pin cart, pretending not to know me. We decided to call it a day after that, and headed back to the hotel. A quick check on the package, it's still not here, but she assures me that it could be en route to the hotel from the main office, and they will put it in the room as soon as it gets to the Hard Rock.
First thing I see when we enter the room is a beautiful bouquet of roses. I'm thinking how sweet that Loews is, they knew it was our anniversary tomorrow, or else they are apologizing for the package not being there. Then Clint starts screaming, "THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TIL TOMORROW! I WENT OVER AND OVER AND OVER IT WITH THEM, I EVEN REMINDED THEM THIS MORNING ABOUT THE FLOWER DELIVERY TOMORROW!" So, now, his surprise for me is ruined, since they have delivered it a day early. I assure him it's okay, it's the thought that counts, and I love them and him dearly.
We had a late supper at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville...We met some other friends and the food was okay, not exceptional. Since we had FOTL, we were able to get the table for 8 very quickly on the patio. I had a club sandwich, Clint had the conch fritters. Our meal was only $24, and that was nice. After dinner, we all convoyed downtown to go to Tabu and see Jimmy Joslin spin. Free admission and dollar drinks til midnight for ladies.. I'm telling you, we saved SO much money this year by avoiding PI and Citywalk. The clubs downtown compete for business, so there is often no cover, or it's only 3-5 dollars. Drinks are cheaper, and there's much more selection as far as musical tastes go. We ended up shutting Tabu down at 3am, and Matt spent most of the night up on stage kissing up and brown-nosing Jimmy. Matt, Eric, and Clint all DJ, and Jimmy has actually played at one of the clubs in our hometown in Alabama. So he kind of knew who Matt was, they had emailed a couple of times, met once or twice, howyoudoin kind of thing. So we are headed back to the hotel, and Matt is recounting his conversation detail by detail while we are all rolling our eyes. It's not like he met P. Diddy. Granted, this guy can tear it up on some turntables, but so can my husband. Then he says, "Yeah, he wants me to come out to the House of Blues tomorrow night, hear his show. I'm on the list, so I guess I'll go over there." Hold on.. "I'M" on the list? What about the rest of us? The ones who are carting your heinie around? So he says, "Yeah, didn't wanna push my luck...make him mad." Who is this guy? The Godfather of Breakbeats? We are all planning on going anyway, but if the tables were turned, I would have tried to get him in free, too. But it's almost 4am, and I don't feel like going into it. We drop them off, remind them that it's our anniversary tomorrow, so they are on their own for dinner. They are welcome to come over and lie by the pool during the day, and we will definitely see them at the House of Blues tomorrow night, but we will not be running the Happy Limo tomorrow, and they need to make other arrangements. Eric assures us that he will be sleeping in, and Matt says that he is going to watch a football game with Thomas (one of his friends in Orlando) at a bar, so no problem. We deposit them at the Days Inn with the famous Tiki Hut, and slink into the Hard Rock. This is the second night in a row that we've came in at 4am, and I've been all decked out in sequin halter tops and heels. So I whisper to Clint that they must think we party like rock stars, coming in at the wee hours dressed to the teeth. To which he replies, "Yeah, either that or they think you're a hooker." MOUTH DROPS
I promise I love him. I really do.
Day One: http://disboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=446813
Day Two: http://disboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=447749
Day Three: http://disboards.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=4310161#post4310161
I frown and ask, "What are you talking about?!"
"That cat that ran through here last night." Now, I might have had an extra good time last night, and Loews hotels are pet-friendly, but I definitely did not remember a run in with any felines. Then he goes on to add, "Well, there must have been a cat in here, because it tastes like one stopped and {used} my mouth." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he's got a million of them, romantic or not, he keeps me laughing. He makes a gross face and goes to brush his teeth. So I guess we're up for the day. I make a mental note to pocket all the soap, shampoo, bodywash, and lotion to take home, Loews has the BEST toiletries...I'm not going to stoop to stealing from the maid's cart, but I will take full advantage of the daily replenishment.
I'm in the shower, mentally mapping out my attack route and what I'm going to wear, where we're going to eat, when Clint pops in and says he'll be back in thirty minutes. Matt and Eric, in their infinite respect for MY vacation, didn't bother to book a rental car. So they need chauffeuring around. And my husband is too much of a punk to tell them to call a cab. You notice he waited until I was indisposed so I couldn't tackle him and wrestle the car keys away from him. But, he was going to go get us some lunch anyway, so they return bearing gifts of food, we eat, and head downstairs to buy their tickets.
When we enter the lobby, it hits me. Clint's present was supposed to come yesterday. I get in line, and check with the front desk. No, no deliveries for Moore. She calls the main office. Not there either. She checks Star Services, and it's not there either. We verify that I sent it to the right address, put our names on it, etc. Keep in mind that I had paid for guaranteed delivery by Friday at noon. It is now Saturday, and almost noon. My anniversary is tomorrow. We call UPS, they ask for the tracking number, and in a flash of clarity, I remember that the receipt, along with tracking number, is in the center console of my SUV at the Memphis airport. So they can't help me. I use my cell to call information to get the number of the store at home that I sent it from. Surely they will be able to help me. But it is so new that information doesn't have their number yet. I'm not panicking yet, but am a little annoyed. Oh, well...maybe it will come tonight in the late shipment.
Let's just say the rest of the day doesn't get much better. They only bought one day tickets, so we opted to go to Islands of Adventure. First of all, it was BOILING hot. Secondly, we had FOTL, they didn't. I had begged Clint to go downstairs and put them on our room. It would have been work the extra $10 per person to get FOTL. But he didn't. And neglected to tell me he hadn't until we were already in the park, so I couldn't go do it. So we ended up waiting in the regular line with them for forty minutes for Spiderman while the people with FOTL walked past us with their nose in the air. I know that look, because I always give it to the people in the regular line..I admit it. I'm a fastpass/express pass snob because I'm smart enough to stay on-site, get a return pass, etc. So getting "that look" makes me even madder. I suggest that we try to go buy the all-day express passes for Eric and Matt and not wait in line, and immediately get vetoed. They think it's stupid to pay extra, and Clint agrees. It's like everything I taught him yesterday just flew out the window. He thinks we should just all wait in the regular line. So I suggest that maybe I should get out of line, run over to the Hulk and get a regular express pass for the two of them, then run back to Spiderman, use my FOTL, and wait to ride with them. Then we could all go hop right on the Hulk afterward. This sparks the "Great Express Pass Debate" of 2003. If you thought I had trouble explaining it to Clint yesterday, WOW! It was like trying to explain quantum physics to the Three Stooges. So I get madder and madder, and eventually they work out a schedule among themselves so that they can take abuse from me in hourly shifts instead of me directing it randomly at whomever is nearest. Clint agrees to take the first shift, so I start whaling on him about how nice fastpass was yesterday and how much he liked it then, and if he wanted to be a doodie-head about it today, then all three of them could wait in line until they turned 90, I was going back to the room and lying by the pool. Just before my head started to spin around, he relents, and I dart out of line. I get return passes for the Hulk that were thirty minutes away, stop in at the gift shop, buy a coke, take a Xanax, and head back to Spiderman. I use the FOTL, and the nice, nice lady at the front let me sit down in the corner and wait on them to get up there. They show up twenty minutes later, bored, sweaty, and I'm sitting in the air conditioning reading my guide book, calm and eating Oreos. We ride, the effects were amazing as always. I don't think that Eric has ever seen anything 3-D. He almost wet his pants when Spiderman first "landed" on the car, and was ducking and throwing his hands up in front of his face the rest of the ride. Laughing at his expense made me feel better, evil meanie that I am, and I was almost completely better when we disembarked. I tell them to look at their watches and at their express passes, and whaddya know? It's time to ride the Hulk. Again, the lightbulbs slowly come on over their heads, the hallelujah chorus is playing somewhere, and I have three express pass converts on my hands. Not a gracious winner, I smugly point out how right I was, and they agree out of fear for their lives. We walked out past Dr. Doom, and we noticed that the wait was over 30 minutes. But they already have one express pass, they can't get another...BUT I CAN!!! I feed my and Clint's tickets into the little magic box, and POOF! Return passes for fifteen minutes away pop out! We give them to Harry and Lloyd (I secretly call them this, from Dumb and Dumber), and we can use our room keys for FOTL! Thanks to my superior female mind and creative express pass use, we don't have to wait for anything the rest of the day, and I don't have to waste anymore Xanax. We ride the Hulk, Fire and Ice, Pteradon Flyers was actually open(!), and decide to finish the day up with Jurassic River Adventure and Dudley Do-Right's Ripsaw Falls. We emerged relatively dry from the Jurassic River Adventure, and knew that we wouldn't get too wet on Ripsaw Falls. Sure enough, we are still pretty dry after the big drop, and are just sitting in the flume waiting to get off. I had taken great pains to avoid getting the back pack wet, since I had so much in it. I had put it in a huge plastic bag, and since we were home free now, I open it to get out a little towel I had brought to dry with, and to get my sunglasses back out. Suddenly I am DRENCHED, water right in my face, everything in my bag (books, camera, money, tickets) is soaked. My sunglasses are actually knocked from my hand from the force of the deluge. Before I can help it, I let loose a burst of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. I bite my tongue, sheepishly look around to see if there were any little ears nearby, see none, but I DO see three guys about my age up on the bridge manning water cannons. They are high-fiving, laughing, having a great time. I take note of what they are wearing, and as soon as our log docks, I take off for the bridge. I don't even wait on Clint, Harry, and Lloyd. I can hear Matt behind me saying, "Uh, oh, she's really mad." Eric is whispering to Clint "Man, she's going to get us beat up," and Clint says, "Let her go, at least she'll be yelling at someone else for a while!" The three offenders are still there, feeding quarters and soaking unsuspecting riders. I wish I could have had a video tape of the exchange. I storm up behind them, yelling about how they ruined my camera, $200 dollars worth of tickets were soaked, my books were ruined, they had knocked a contact lens out of my eye (okay, so I made that part up..but I wanted them to feel really bad) I must have looked like a raging bull because they backed up against that rail with the fear of God in their eyes, immediately apologizing over and over, offering to buy another disposable camera for me, offering to go with us to guest services when we went to exchange our tickets, etc. Thank god they responded that way, because when I turned around to head back to Clint, I found the three of them hiding behind a pin cart, pretending not to know me. We decided to call it a day after that, and headed back to the hotel. A quick check on the package, it's still not here, but she assures me that it could be en route to the hotel from the main office, and they will put it in the room as soon as it gets to the Hard Rock.
First thing I see when we enter the room is a beautiful bouquet of roses. I'm thinking how sweet that Loews is, they knew it was our anniversary tomorrow, or else they are apologizing for the package not being there. Then Clint starts screaming, "THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TIL TOMORROW! I WENT OVER AND OVER AND OVER IT WITH THEM, I EVEN REMINDED THEM THIS MORNING ABOUT THE FLOWER DELIVERY TOMORROW!" So, now, his surprise for me is ruined, since they have delivered it a day early. I assure him it's okay, it's the thought that counts, and I love them and him dearly.
We had a late supper at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville...We met some other friends and the food was okay, not exceptional. Since we had FOTL, we were able to get the table for 8 very quickly on the patio. I had a club sandwich, Clint had the conch fritters. Our meal was only $24, and that was nice. After dinner, we all convoyed downtown to go to Tabu and see Jimmy Joslin spin. Free admission and dollar drinks til midnight for ladies.. I'm telling you, we saved SO much money this year by avoiding PI and Citywalk. The clubs downtown compete for business, so there is often no cover, or it's only 3-5 dollars. Drinks are cheaper, and there's much more selection as far as musical tastes go. We ended up shutting Tabu down at 3am, and Matt spent most of the night up on stage kissing up and brown-nosing Jimmy. Matt, Eric, and Clint all DJ, and Jimmy has actually played at one of the clubs in our hometown in Alabama. So he kind of knew who Matt was, they had emailed a couple of times, met once or twice, howyoudoin kind of thing. So we are headed back to the hotel, and Matt is recounting his conversation detail by detail while we are all rolling our eyes. It's not like he met P. Diddy. Granted, this guy can tear it up on some turntables, but so can my husband. Then he says, "Yeah, he wants me to come out to the House of Blues tomorrow night, hear his show. I'm on the list, so I guess I'll go over there." Hold on.. "I'M" on the list? What about the rest of us? The ones who are carting your heinie around? So he says, "Yeah, didn't wanna push my luck...make him mad." Who is this guy? The Godfather of Breakbeats? We are all planning on going anyway, but if the tables were turned, I would have tried to get him in free, too. But it's almost 4am, and I don't feel like going into it. We drop them off, remind them that it's our anniversary tomorrow, so they are on their own for dinner. They are welcome to come over and lie by the pool during the day, and we will definitely see them at the House of Blues tomorrow night, but we will not be running the Happy Limo tomorrow, and they need to make other arrangements. Eric assures us that he will be sleeping in, and Matt says that he is going to watch a football game with Thomas (one of his friends in Orlando) at a bar, so no problem. We deposit them at the Days Inn with the famous Tiki Hut, and slink into the Hard Rock. This is the second night in a row that we've came in at 4am, and I've been all decked out in sequin halter tops and heels. So I whisper to Clint that they must think we party like rock stars, coming in at the wee hours dressed to the teeth. To which he replies, "Yeah, either that or they think you're a hooker." MOUTH DROPS
I promise I love him. I really do.
Day One: http://disboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=446813
Day Two: http://disboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=447749
Day Three: http://disboards.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=4310161#post4310161
