As we loaded our gear back into our rental, in the Magic Kingdom parking lot, I decided it was time.
To deal with the IASW issue.
Me: Oh! Guess what? We FORGOT to do It's a Small World!
Beth: I'm not doing it.
Calvin: I'm not doing it, either.
Mellyman: I'll pass.
Tommy: I may do it.
Heh heh.
Me: THAT'S THE SPIRIT, Tommy! I like it. You know... we should do it at least once. For The General. She loves that ride.
Beth: No way.
Calvin: I DON'T WANT TO!
Mellyman: Let's not and say we did.
Tommy: I may do it for Baba.
Me: I think we should. We'll do it next time.
(Mass grumbling and complaining. Except for Tommy)
He's funny. Tommy is. He always says, "I may (insert WHATEVER... here)".
For example, if I say, "Ok. That's a timeout Mister! Go sit on the stairs!"
He'll say, "I may sit on the stairs." But... he'll do it.
Or...
If I say, " Please finish your corn. Eat all your corn right now."
He'll say, "I may eat my corn right now." But... he'll do it.
It's funny. It's sorta his version of "I think". I think.
Who knows.
But... it makes us laugh. It's pretty cute.
Anywho... the plan was when we returned to the Magic Kingdom... we were gonna have to do both IASM and Buzz Lightyear.
Both for different reasons.
And NEITHER would be pleasant. TFI.
We headed back to the BWV.
Welcome Home!!!!
Got organized, made sure Tommy used the bathroom and headed down with our plastic cups of cheap bring-our-own-Beer. To the pool. And that horrible Clown Slide. Which I refused to slide down. Again.
We swam and lounged and played and drank our beer.
We made sure to drink it faster, this time, so that it didn't warm up.
And... gotta say... the beer was going down nice and easy. Today.
Too easy.
Which was, perhaps, not such a good thing.
We had a dinner ADR in Germany. At the Biergarten.
The home of... the largest beers known to man. And woman. TFI.
We finished up at the pool and headed back up. For showers and clean clothes. Fixed ourselves up nicely.
And headed to Epicot. Walking.
And had one of those moments that EVERYONE remembers from our trip. And one the kids just LOVE to tell every person we know. About.
We were strolling down the Boardwalk, on our way to Epcot's entrance gates, when we noticed a Duck Fight.
Yes. You heard me... read me... correctly.
There were two full-grown ducks quacking angrily at each other. Furiously. Like Donald. Kind of angry... quacking.
Then one of the ducks decides to run away from the other one. It motors off... still with it's head turned towards the other duck... quacking away. Furiously.
And... runs SMACK into a light post. Bam!
Almost knocked itself out.
Poor thing.
But it was very funny. To see.
And... it kicked our collective silly mood up. A NOTCH!
The Koala decided to become a duck. And imitated the thing all the way to the gates of Epcot.
Amusing us. And drawing a wee bit of attention to himself.
But... who matters?!
Calvin doesn't give a half of a crap.
We headed for Germany. We were trying to get there on time. Because the last time we were about 20 minutes late for our ADR. And the lovely, yet strict, CM at the podium tore a strip off of Me(l). For that.
Funnily, we're ALWAYS late. And that was the only place... out of ALL the Disney restaurants... where anyone has ever given us grief over it.
We made it. Exactly on time.
Only five minutes late.
I got in line while the others waited in the courtyard. I was handed a buzzer and went back to join the other happyhaunts.
And have a beer. Which Mellyman had hustled over to buy while I was checking in.
Thanks! My beautious bride.
We were about half finished when the buzzer... errr... buzzed. And so quickly downed the beer and headed over to the door.
We were seated with two older women. Nice ladies. From... somewhere.
I can't recall now.
They didn't seem to want to talk too much so we pretty much kept to ourselves at the end of the table closest to the dancefloor. And let them chat down at the other end.
We are the thrifty, considerate, competitive beer drinking happyhaunts.
We ordered VERY LARGE BEERS...
See?
And hit the buffet.
Where I found something amazingly good.
Quite delicious. In fact.
It goes by the name: Wiener Salad.
Yes.
A "salad" made of cold sliced wieners, with onions and oil and vinegar dressing.
Yummmmmm... meeeee.
I also got a heaping plate of more warm wieners, wienerschnitzel, salami, potato salad, sauerkraut... and applesauce.
For my vegetable. I think.
I also grabbed two pretzel rolls and butter.
To round out my very healthy meal.
The rest of the happyhaunts chose similarily. Yet NO ONE would touch the wiener salad. Except Me(l). And... I was tryin' to sell it pretty hard.
I thought it was great.
I went back for more.
Mellyman just looked at me and said, "You are going to REGRET this later, Mel. Trust me on this one."
Ha!
Psssshawwww!
I said.
We ate for a bit and then decided to hit the dance floor.
Because THAT is the big draw here. At the Biergarten. Besides the cold wiener salad.
The dancing!!!! Every happyhaunts' favourite thing to do.
Except for Mellyman. Who doesn't care to dance much. Ever.
Which, again, is why we are well-suited for each other. Rather than be jealous. Ever. Of me dancing with WHOMEVER. He is actually thankful. That I rarely pull him out. To join in. The mayhem.
He videoed us. And took more terrible pictures.
Like this:
Then we all came back to our table and finished our food.
And I finished my huge tank of beer.
Whereupon I realized...
I was good and DRUNK.
No crap.
I know this because Mellyman said, "Mel. You are DRUNK!"
He was right.
And so it was... BACK TO THE DANCEFLOOR!!!!!
For me.
And the kids.
Pretty soon the dancing degenerated into a bit of a thing I call: Throw your brother to the floor. And beat the ever-lovin' stuffin' out of him.
And, at that point, I did what any responsible drunk parent would do.
I headed out. Of Dodge.
Heh heh.
We had fun, tho.
And paid our check. Tipped our lovely waiter.
And split.
For Illuminations.
And a little more revelry.
On the Boardwalk.
But not before I turned to Mellyman and said, "I'm not feelin' so super. Perhaps I shouldn't have had that applesauce!"
Heh heh.
To be continued. Up next: Tearin' up The Boardwalk. With a rented surrey bike.
Built for five happyhaunts!
I don't think I could do cold wieners either! Would love to see the video of you and the kidlets dancing. 
It just keeps getting better and better. So thank you. For keeping me occupied while i'm at work. Bored.
Good hot or cold. I'll have to put Biergarten on our list and check it out!
