Having had our fill of animals for the day
YOU ATE THE ANIMALS!?!?!?!?
it was time to get our fill of delicious food
More food? Weren't you full? I suspect a giraffe and a gazelle or two would be quite filling.
we hungrily approached Jiko: The Eating Place again. I love that name. As if it’s some other kind of place?
Oh, there's a reason. "jiko" is Swahili for "You can't eat here". It was just Jiko for a while, but some visitors from Africa kept avoiding the place and asking where they could eat. So they had to tack that on.
Maybe the pool there should be called Uzima Springs Pool: The Swimming Place. Or perhaps Splitsville should be called Splitsville: The Bowling Place. Am I also being redundant here?
I'm not sure. Could you tell me again?
I must admit, I splurged on quite a few signature meals this trip (it was a Nursing School Graduation Trip, afterall!),
I'd say that is an
excellent reason to splurge.
Call me pretentious, if you must
You're pretentious.
I didn't want to say it, but you said I must.
Do I get points for that or something?
I know at least one of you will (you know who you are),
Yeah,
@Captain_Oblivious
Real nice, Mark.
Sheesh.
but I do love me a good meal, in a leisurely atmosphere, pretending I have money to spend
Then you're doing it wrong.
Make someone
else pay for it.
See? She can pretend to have manners once in a while. Note the napkin her lap
Actually, I noticed that before I read that!
#forksarebetterthanfingers
#whosays?
Side note: If you are uncomfortable with dining with people you don’t know, but could possibly be really awesome dinner companions, this tour isn’t for you.
I'm not a fan of being around strangers overly long... but this I could do.
Will admit that I'd probably shut down about halfway through.
Some of you may also think me a raging lush.
I assure you unequivocally, I am not.
Uh, huh...
Nevertheless, I had a very entertaining alphabetic tour through Disney’s liquor cabinets.
... as she drinks more in one week than I do in a year.
Question NOT, Dear Readers, for she is as tenacious as pkondz at a Jack Skellington Meet.
Whoa! That's crazy!
You don’t really think Letter Q will leave her high and dry do you?
dry? No. High?...
“Well, Server McLadyPants
Wow! With a name like that, it was pretty much a sure thing that she'd become a server.
Without missing a beat, and with a 100% completely straight face, she announces, “Oh, you’re in luck then! This called a Quit Yer Whinin’! I serve them to all the parents who come in here after a day at the Magic Kingdom with 2-year olds.”
I call foul!
That's like if you can't find "X" and you say
"Hey! Bartender! Shake up a third of an ounce of Bailey's cream, then a third of an ounce of Frangelico and a third of an ounce of Kahlua. Add about two ounces of milk in the shaker and call it an X-ray!"
Okay... so that actually
is an X-ray, but the point is... you should have to order a drink that actually belongs with "Q". Not get a no-name drink and the server decides to call it something just to make you happy. Tomorrow that same drink will be called "I'm sorry you puked on a giraffe".
I’m WELL within reach by this point of being one of the fools few people (perhaps first and only) to attempt this.
I've certainly not heard of it before.
You may have started a new trend.
Next, Ms. McServer brought out a quite extensive and generous bread service. You know… that course that you pig out on so that everything else to follow is a struggle to ingest?
I went from reasonable-eater-who-lives-the-mantra-“everything-in-moderation” (spare your commentary on this particular trip’s imbibing of cocktails)
Who, me?

:
I was only sorry that I could consume less mac and cheese 20 minutes later.
Must
always leave room for mac 'n' cheese!!
Whoa.... That looks... amazing.
By now, a haze grew over my eyes and my food baby grew to something akin to a 6-month gestation spectacle.
Congratulations!
Hoping the birth wasn't too painful.
I was glad commando wasn’t happening this day because somehow my top button ended up undone.
I didn't know it was
that kind of a dinner!
dinner and a show! Woot!
the gut was screaming, “How much more, Woman, do you think I can contain and not make you feel utterly wretched for hours?”
I should have shoved another Quit Yer Whinin’ down there to shut Gut up,
Quite the spread!
But the mac cheese stole the show. <Shovel it in Steppe! You still have lots of zipper left to go.>

Good thing you were wearing your pregnancy pants.
To ease your curiosity now, I only ended up suffering with only a mild case of guilt and a hefty case of indigestion all night long.
Uh, oh.
Well... I guess not entirely unexpected.
And I’m not even a dessert-y kind of gal. I almost NEVER order it because A) it costs money B) I’d rather get an appie, and C) I’m usually too full from everything else to have room.
I almost never order it too.
For the reason you mention in "C".
I gathered up my camera, my daughter (equally uncomfortable), and my bags in that order (See? once upon a time I DID actually keep my camera with me)
