The happyhaunts proceeded to blow off Epcot for the day.
We headed in a quiet and orderly fashion back to the BWVs.
To unload our crap. And get ready to face the pool.
We were in a bit of a rush. So the kids threw their clothes off and scattered them around the room. So did Mellyman.
I grabbed the first bathing suit I saw and hauled myself into it.
It was one of Beth's bikini. Bottoms.
A similar colour to one of mine.
I CURSED the fettucine alfredo... make that the fettucinI. Alfredo. Because despite my terrible spelling... I DID manage to eat more than ONE noodle. At lunch. TFI.
Her bottoms were a 'lil snug. On Me(l).
Quick change into one of MY OWN and down to the pool.
We were in such a hurry we forgot to bring BEER. To the pool.
And the camera.
Which is ALWAYS a good thing.
I think.
But... don't despair. We went to TL later in the week. And I took a buttload of pictures. Which I will share here. Later on in my trippie. Even of myself.
And... if THAT doesn't make you want to ZZUB and head out of here... I don't know WHAT will.
Anywho... we got to the pool and everyone jumped right in. Via the slide. Except for me.
I went to the bar. Instead.
Oh the choices. The choices.
Mai Tai have a beer?
Mai Tai have a cocktail?
Mai Tai get a large rum-based drink for Mellyman?
Mai Tai Mai Tia?
Him?
No. Because he HATES rum. Can't stand it.
I got him a beer. Can't go wrong with beer. In my DH's opinion.
Beer is simply the best. It's better than all the rest.
Not to me, tho.
I chose wisely. A margarita. Yum. Yum.
Set myself up in the sun. And proceeded to give thanks to the juice of the blue agave. Plant.
I met the lady beside me on the loungechair.
She was high-maintenance. And, in between talking to me, shrieked steadily at her children.
And her husband.
She also had had some major enhancement surgery. Done. MAJOR.
It was quite stunning. And very obvious.
And, I figured, my OWN DH would have no chance of missing where I was sitting. Beside the pool.
He is funny like that. Being a guy. And all.
I told her I was interested in it. Too. The enhancement thingie.
But... only if I could get one done at a time. Don't want to break the bank. You know?
She didn't get it. Or me.
We quit talking.
TFI.
We swam, played, finished our drinks and headed back up to our room. To have showers and get ready for our ADR. At the Crystal Palace.
Dinner with... TIGGER!!!!!!!!
WhOOOOOOO HoooooOOOOOO!
And the rest of those folks. From the 100 Acre Woods.
I just really care about Tigger, tho. TFI.
We got respectable.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Haaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ish.
And headed out to get the car from the valet.
I wore the MOST uncomfortable sandals I have. But... they are cute. And they went with my outfit. So... I plastered my feet with bandaids. And prayed for the best.
Drove... above the speed limit... to the MK. And parked.
Right up at the front. In a recently vacated space. We just had to walk to the monorail.
PERFECT.
Except for Me(l).
My feet were SCREAMING by the time we got there.
But... I sucked it up. For fashion.
And considered that maybe it was I. Who was the high-maintenance. One.
Although this has NOTHING to do with my trippie: Have you all seen the pictures of Suri Cruise?
What is WITH THE HAIR?
It looks like a prop from the Last Samurai. And... if you look closely... you can make the name "Suri" out of the word samurai.
Fitting I think.
Unlike her wig.
All she needs now are baby dentures. To complete.
Did you all see that movie? The Last Samurai?
What a crapload of OVER-ACTING... by her father. TFI. (hurl)!
But... her face is pretty cute.
She looks like neither of her parents.
In my opinion.
Ok. Where was I?
We took the monorail to the MK. I felt like weeping. Not because of the Castle.
But because I knew I would be paying the price later. For my footwear.
I really have to rethink this. For my next trip.
We posed in front of the castle. Got a great shot:
And a couple more:
Realized that we were pretty close to on time for our ADR.
Only 20 minutes late.
Got seated quite quickly and got ready for some food and fun.
Fun first.
Looky looky:
Who's THAT? Tommy? He matches your shirt. On purpose. TFI.
He came over. Imagine that.
That's Tigger comin' over. Too bad I didn't get him in the picture. Tho.
Tommy's first impulse was to put his OWN Tigger ears on Tigger. Scratch that... my Tigger ears. Heh heh.
'Cause Tigger, apparently, doesn't HAVE his OWN Tigger ears. TFI.
The gang tackles Tigger.
Tommy amused Tigger with a little happyhaunt anecdote. Hopefully it wasn't the peeing off our balcony at the BWVs one.
While I got in line to get autographs from these characters.
I was FIRST. In line. For autographs. Waited for a while. Then gave up and returned to the table.
Heh heh.
NOW.........
Now... the following two pictures are two of my favourites. From this trip.
Look at them. And tell me if my beautiful baby girl has OUTGROWN the magic.
I think not. She's almost twelve years old. And the magic shines through. Her.
A Disney Moment. TFI.
And this one is for B.:
Heh heh.
There is my little guy tryin' to give away MY EARS. AGAIN. Darn him!
And there I am. Lookin' pretty darn happy myself.
Gotta love that tiger!!!!!!!
I think I was happier than the kidlets. And scarier. TFI. BAD pic of Me(l).
Double TFI.
Then we ate. Well... we ate all during this. But that is the subject of another post.
The food was GREAT! Here. At the Crystal Palace. It was our first time and I was duly impressed.
I'd tell you all about it but I have to run now. To a softball playoff game.
Wish us luck!!!
Be back tomorrow.
To be continued. Up next: The rest of the evening. Fireworks. And all that.
Calvin gets in trouble and I sit in the stroller.
Guess why?
) So, long story short, she got her purse back the next day minus about $200. Glad to get camera back, but would have liked the $$. Not everyone is as conscientious as you.
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model? [exactly where in epcot this being offered.. 
guys...
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on the couch?...ether?
at the tender age of 8..
imagination?
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guy.
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