I felt Grampy get out of bed, hit the loo and heard the shower running. I pretended I was still asleep and waited for him to grab the mugs and head out. Then and only then did I hop out of bed and jump in the shower so by the time he was back with a big old mug of what Disney calls coffee I was getting dressed. We were both ready by about 7:45 so Grampy grabbed his paper and coffee and walked up to the pool to work on his crossword puzzle. I waited for R and Jkay to peek their heads out. Promptly at 8 they knocked on the connecting doors and announced they were reporting as requested. We all headed to the food court to grab some breakfast. I believe we had some Mickey waffles and breakfast sandwiches. After we were properly fat and sassy and grabbed everything we needed from the rooms, we headed out to grab a bus to MGM.
The bus pulled up almost immediately and we hopped in. Heading over to the park we struck up a conversation with a couple celebrating their 40th anniversary. They were as cute as can be. There was also a young woman on the bus with 3 youngsters, the oldest being about 5. She had her hands full to say the least. I just sat and watched, but the anniversary couple almost had a couple of coronaries as the baby crawled all over the moving bus. I tried, unsuccessfully, to divert attention to the almost empty parking at MGM but by the time we pulled in everyone was more than ready to get out.
The tree outside the gates
The 4 of us
We stopped to take some pictures and then parked the bag of jackets in a locker, because I knew I would be freezing later. We grabbed a daily schedule and headed back to catch the 1st show of Lights, Motor, and Action. Along the way we jumped right on Star Tours because it was a walk on, and no one can pass up a walk on. I love these strap me in and jerk me around rides. I slide all over the seat and hold on for dear life to my safety strap, pulled as tight as is humanly possible. I am a weenie but a happy weenie.
We have about 5 minutes to kill before the 1st show, so we explore what will become a theme, let’s find a restroom. Done and bladders secure for the show, we grab some seats in the sun, I am freezing already. Everyone enjoys the show; remember 2 of the crew have never even been in this park. R and Grampy especially liked all the noise and the smell of rubber burning. It must be a man thing. When the show is over we again visit the exact same restroom. Geez people, could you synchronize your watches and get together?
The guys LOVED this show
The Indiana Jones Stunt show was about to begin so we high tailed it towards the arena. I was thinking about some popcorn along the way, so I figured we would secure some seats and then I could dash for a snack. We sat up fairly high and I was thinking when it is hot, the cover is nice. When you are freezing, not so much. Just as I was about to dash for the popcorn, the pre show started. The CM asked for volunteers, over age 18, which automatically made me eligible. I flew up and started waving my arms like a crazy lady at a Filene’s basement sale. I was screaming and waving those arms to the point I could have taken flight. Some of you can picture that with no problem.
The CM started laughing and pointing – at me. Lady in the lime green shirt, flapping your arms like a bird, come on down. SCORE, I was in like flint. So I skipped my way down to center stage and did the American bandstand shout out, Cheryl from New Jersey! I think I may have had to laugh like Goofy; this part is a little blurry, what with the stage fright and all. Whatever it was, I succeeded to get applause. Then up the stairs to sign the Disney waiver; I under my own free will agree to act for free and without further compensation and if I fall and break my neck will hold only my stupidity liable. Yep, I signed it.
Me - Oscar winning performance
After the starring role and properly returning the costume to the wardrobe department, I rejoined the gang, who had managed to find the camera and actually take pictures. I was more than impressed. Jkay could not believe I had volunteered and was cheesing from ear to ear that she witnessed it. Personally, I was not at all surprised at myself. Maybe there was a talent agent out in the audience searching for an older, more mature Picabo Street to do a Chapstick commercial. I would be on that like peanut butter on jelly.
We managed to get out of the theater with only a few of my adoring fans stopping for photos and autographs and headed ourselves over for a Back Stage Tour, but not before finding a restroom for whomever had the weakest bladder.
Up next – Will I be recognized all day and most importantly, where can I get some popcorn?