An Inconvenient Truth: happyhaunt Style! (New... pg. 113!)

[Alicnwondrln]

great installment

 

[Grammyof2]

Loving the report, Mel, loving it. But no bread or soup and a blow up mattress

Melly, Melly

 

[NAB]

Funny , funny , funny.

 

[chirurgeon]

So Mel, you listen to the podcasts too. Mike is slowly taking over the name of POP.

I am home recovering from abdominal surgery, so I have to be careful reading your TR. It still hurts to laugh too hard.

Your last trip report was great just like this one. Will you be doing a dining report too?

Thanks for the laughs. At least my stapeles were out when you started posting this one.

 

[2infinity&B-ond]

Melly, you had me scared there for a minute...I thought you had morphed into a boring...we went here, then we went there trip writer.


But you never fail to prove you are the BEST of the bunch! I love your 's and your asides. It helps the reader understand who you really are!

Rock On, Roll Tide and Maelstrom!

I totally agree Shelby. When I read Mel's Trip Report, I feel like I was along for the ride, like part of the family.

Thanks so much for sharing Mel.

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Joining the public adoration, Me(l), love your reports. Just sayin....

 

[TEXASPRINCESSES]

Mel--youa re hilarious--it's folks like you that make folks like me swear to never write a tr...I just returned from the World but can't possibly write a TR that could stand next to this one!
thanks for the laughs

 

[javamom]

nub nub.. is that right Calvin? Love it Mel!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Tommy happyhaunt was asleep.

Calvin happyhaunt was asleep.

Beth happyhaunt was asleep.

Mel, my beautiful brideman, happyhaunt was asleep. Too.

However, I was not asleep. Not even close. Because my stomach was KILLING me again. I got up and chugged unsafe quantities of Pepto-B. Quantities that will turn my tongue black. For sure. I tossed in a few Tums for good measure and went rummaging desperately through the toiletries bag looking for some Tylenol. I felt like Elvis. The old, broken down, bloated Elvis. However, there was no real danger of me meeting my maker a la Elvis Presley on the floor of the All Stars Movies bathroom. It was WAY too small. For that. Even for me. Nevermind the King. Although thinking about Elvis in the bathroom of the All Stars kept me occupied for quite a time. And my mind off my stomach ache. So, although creepy and disturbing, it was all good.

I tried to sleep... I really did. But then I heard the BIG BUS. It must have pulled into the circle driveway beside the entrance to Cinema Hall, I figured, because our room was pretty close. Diagonally, across the lawn, as best I can figure. It is a little confusing. But... we were in Building 1, anyhow. And then the BIG BUS, jet engines running, proceeded to unload a bunch of people and their luggage. About 6,000 from the sound of it. With 12,000 suitcases. All of whom were talking and laughing and, perhaps, even rehearsing for that exciting and uniquely original musical "STOMP". At least that's what it sounded like to me. In the dark. At 1:00am. At night. Lying AWAKE. With my belly in knots. All the people from the BIG BUS headed, in waves, past our door... dragging their suitcases behind them. Bumping every 2 seconds along the walkway. Talking in their outside voices. It was brutal. I was even wider awake than before... and realized I would not be drifting off any time soon.

So I had to amuse myself. Quietly. I thought shallow thoughts about myself for awhile. I carefully planned my next pedicure. I don't like having my feet tickled or touched by strangers... so there is some strategy involved. In that. I then moved on to trying to identify images on the inside of my eyelids. I thought I saw a face. Which was pretty cool. Until I realized it was Che Guevara. And I was frightened. For a bit. Finally something more exciting happened. In between the agonizing stomach cramps. The people in the room beside ours returned. And had a big fight. Outside their door. Which was mere inches from our door. I listened. It was a bad fight and apparently HE had had too much to drink at PI and was flirting with GIRLS there. Who were not his GIRLFRIEND. Although his girlfriend didn't say "Girls". She used another word. That I will not repeat here. Because it would, definitely, get caught by the Dis filter. For sure. No question. They fought right beside my ear for about five minutes before they took it inside. Whew. NOT a magical moment. For any of the three of us. It was a bit quieter until they started flushing their toilet. A bunch of times. And fighting again. Inside their room. Finally, finally it was quiet again. Back to quiet non-sleeping for Mel. I was so bored. I flipped and flopped and wriggled and squirmed around. Beth was on the bed beside me and is, luckily, a very sound sleeper. She didn't budge. I was so jealous of her sweet little sleeping noises that I wanted to scream. And wake her up.

Time passed. More incredibly loud industrial toilets got flushed. I took a trip into the bathroom to see if I, indeed, had to pull a ZZUB but ended up just looking down into the toilet for a little while. No ZZUB for me. It was a false alarm. A faux ZZUB. A FFUB. If you will. I wandered back to bed. I was SO freakin' bored. I wished I had packed a carrot. To sharpen. Into a point. With a nail file. Yes. THAT bored.

Finally, mercifully, around 4:30am I must have fallen asleep. The upside of that whole extravaganza was that I, actually, got to fully experience and appreciate our one night at the All Star Movies Resort. I think.

Beth, bless her, woke all the happyhaunts around 9:00am. Everyone was refreshed and ready to start the day. Mostly. I was ok. At least my stomach was fine again. Beth and I headed out to the rental SUV to get clothes for everyone. Mellyman got the boys washed and dressed. The rest of us got ready and we packed up our dirty laundry and the few belongings we had brought in with us and headed out to explore the resort for a few minutes before we headed out.

We saw this:

That was enough.

We headed out.

Bound for some fun and adventure. We were planning on meeting a Yeti. That's right... we were heading to:

Disney's Nimal Kingd aka Animal Kingdom.

"NUP! NUP! NUP! NUP!!!!"

With one very excited Koala. In tow.

To be continued. Up next: We didn't meet the Yeti. Calvin got in big trouble instead.

 

[aGoofyMom]

I have been lurking & loving your trip report! You create such vivid images it is like I am there with you. (fortunately not so much as to need a side of pepto though!)

That big bus may have also been "grad nighters" from the Magic Kingdom. We had one over at ASMu, but thankfully they were not tromping past our room.
I really didn't understand the need for the big "jetfunnycar sounding engine" on that thing either. Maybe they soup up the buses to make it even more exciting for them?
Or warn others of the impending arrival?

 

[theycallmered]

"NUP! NUP! NUP! NUP!!!!"

 

[SoNotAPrincess]

Funderful as always!

 

[paslea_pooh]

Melly,

Loving your Trip Report as usual.

Time passed. More incredibly loud industrial toilets got flushed. I took a trip into the bathroom to see if I, indeed, had to pull a ZZUB but ended up just looking down into the toilet for a little while. No ZZUB for me. It was a false alarm. A faux ZZUB. A FFUB. If you will. I wandered back to bed. I was SO freakin' bored. I wished I had packed a carrot. To sharpen. Into a point. With a nail file. Yes. THAT bored.

That made me choke on the apple that I was eating. Not pretty when said apple tries to exit thru the nose. No, not pretty at all.

Keep up the great writing!!

 

[JRS]

I then moved on to trying to identify images on the inside of my eyelids. I thought I saw a face. Which was pretty cool. Until I realized it was Che Guevara.

Could you possibly be any more disturbed? One question; was he riding a motorcycle?

I wished I had packed a carrot.

Your mastery of the randomly humorous line is impressive. If I was in charge of printing bumper stickers, I would certainly have 1,000 of these made.

I'm glad you didn't shoot your TV. I understand that's frowned upon. At Disney.

 

[tink38]

Mel, GREAT reporting! I hope you post more pics!

 

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[sheridac]

Melly~

I do not have a comment on this particular installment, other than to tell you, as numerous have before me, that you are stellar. And I mean that. And you know I do.

The thing I enjoy the most about trip reports are the writers that can pull you into their little family, make you feel, not only as though you were there, but also a member of their family.

You do that.

And, it tickles me to no end, to see the responses from others to each installment, as it must you. That they laughed at the same line I did, that we shared that same connection.

Rock on sis!!

LY~MI

 

[Lisa_Belle]

However, there was no real danger of me meeting my maker a la Elvis Presley on the floor of the All Stars Movies bathroom. It was WAY too small. For that. Even for me. Nevermind the King. Although thinking about Elvis in the bathroom of the All Stars kept me occupied for quite a time. And my mind off my stomach ache. So, although creepy and disturbing, it was all good.

I am old enough to remember those Elvis bathroom jokes.

Can't wait to hear what Calvin did that would keep you from meeting the Yeti!

 

[jenrose66]

Allright! You're back, I haven't been the the TR boards in a while and this was quite a treat for my Friday afternoon. Thanks for posting.

 

[PrincessAurora]

Great installments as usual. Too bad your neighbors were so rude. I would have smacked them. Even though I am a Princess, Princesses get mighty cranky when they are kept from their beauty sleep.

I stayed at All Star Music on my first trip to the World. We had the ground floor, across from the pool, Calypso Building and while tiny, we didn't have the noise/toilet issues. hmmmmmm.

Can't wait to hear about Animal Kingdom and HOW did Calvin keep you from seeing the Yeti? (who is VERY cool!) CAN'T WAIT!