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

[OhMari]

It's almost 9pm on a Saturday night and we're heading to WDW!!! OH MARI!!!! Well... Downtown Disney, anyway. We're nearly there. We are the FINALLY gettin' to Disney, overpacking, thrifty, singing, murse-toting happyhaunts!

Please don't make my username a code name for "We are there yet". I consider being there when you go under the Mickey Mouse Arches-In My Honest Opinion!

 

[teentoddlermom]

I like to stop at the duty free shop...I like to stop at the duty free shop...I like to stop at the duty free shop..............

 

[Minnie]

Please don't make my username a code name for "We are there yet". I consider being there when you go under the Mickey Mouse Arches-In My Honest Opinion!

Not to be argumenative to a moderator - but I really don't understand this post. I don't think Mel meant any harm whatsoever nor do I think it was directed personally at you

Anyways great trip report as always Mel. I needed a laugh today and you sure provided it! Thank you for the new installment

 

[patrokls]

That's it next time I go I'm renting a couple of orphans or maybe street urchins so I can have some funny kid stories to tell.

It's not a murse its a carry-all. Its European!

 

[OhMari]

Not to be argumenative to a moderator - but I really don't understand this post. I don't think Mel meant any harm whatsoever nor do I think it was directed personally at you

I'm not being argumentive at all with HappyHaunt. I just made a joke way in the beginning of the Trip Report telling her my kids we would be screaming, "Are we there Yet?" So HappyHaunt has been letting me know in the last 2 posts of her trip report the progress she making getting to WDW. Hence saying: We're heading to WDW! OhMari!!

 

[polyprincess2]

You have a great trip report. Thank you for sharing.

 

[Shelby5514]

Melly...have I told you lately that I love your trip report? I do...I really, really do. I've got more to say...but I'll contain myself for now!

Keepin' it real...

 

[NAB]

Way to funny. Poor Calvin like others I can picture that turtle thing. I think you are doing pretty well so far even if we are not there yet. I love long stories.

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Mel,

Don't have anything clever to say here, other than say I wanted to let you know how much I love your trippies.

(Boring Finance type, you, know)

 

[AllAboutPluto]

Sorry, premature duplication

 

[AllAboutPluto]

I'm not being argumentive at all with HappyHaunt. I just made a joke way in the beginning of the Trip Report telling her my kids we would be screaming, "Are we there Yet?" So HappyHaunt has been letting me know in the last 2 posts of her trip report the progress she making getting to WDW. Hence saying: We're heading to WDW! OhMari!!

OhMari! Thanks for mentioning this! I was reading the "OhMari!!" as an enthusiastic interjection, as in "We're heading to WDW! Hallelujah!!" I guess I'd better recalibrate the ol' "sarcast-ometer" before I keep reading!

 

[OhMari]

OhMari! Thanks for mentioning this! I was reading the "OhMari!!" as an enthusiastic interjection, as in "We're heading to WDW! Hallelujah!!" I guess I'd better recalibrate the ol' "sarcast-ometer" before I keep reading!

You are correct about the first half of your post, not the second half. HappyHaunt, I hope you finish your Trip Report. OhMari!!

 

[2xcited2slp]

Just got home from work and trying to wind down before starting an early day tomorrow. Who needs Leno or Letterman when we have overpacking, thrifty murse-toting happyhaunts?? (Coach, Gucci, or one of my new favs Michael Kors??) Thanks for making me laugh tonight mel. cheers, salut and more.

 

[Minniespal]

Enjoying reading your reports ~ Thanx for sharing.

 

[em'smom]

thank you Mel-ly for the turtle image and the "murse"

can't wait for some more Trip Report Fun!

 

[Frickles]

Mel!!!! It's your friend Flicka.

Hey I have been moving this week and I can't tell you how nice it has been to sit down, after a looooonnng day of hauling and unpacking stuff, and get a good laugh from your TR!!! You have a gift...my cheeks hurt from smiling and lauging so much after reading about your adventures. Thank you!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Disclaimer: This next part will annoy and/or offend The Earl of Sandwich, My Mother, my husband, old sitcom devotees, Disney foodies and carry-all toting European men. Today. I think. OK. ONE QUESTION: What is WRONG with our world today? Can't it at least TRY to be a little more Disneyish? Ok. Onwards then....

The singing, cheering, HUNGRY happyhaunts pass two toll booths and, before we know it, we see THE WORLD. On our right. We miss the Downtown Disney exit. As expected. And have to backtrack. As usual. But, who cares?!!!! 'Cause we're FINALLY here!!! Yahooooo! Oh Mariachi!!! Band!! We are now PODs (Prisoners of Disney) again. And we're pretty darn happy about it. We peel into the Downtown Disney Marketplace parking lot. It was absolutely packed. This Saturday night. Around 9pm. We wander about looking for a spot when a guy walking to his car waves at us and points. He's leaving. Apparently. Goody. We park and get out of the car. I ask Mellyman the time and, without looking, he offers me his arm. With his watch. "Okay. Thanks Mel." I say, " Oh. Can you hold this for me?" And I sling my purse back on his wrist. I get Tommy out of the car. Mellyman is standing holding my purse. Again. Heh, heh. "Mel," he says with a sigh, " I'm not carrying your purse. Stop it." He hands it back. "But Melly, you look so cute with a purse." I say. He smiles at me, " Oh...NOW it's a purse? At least before you called it a murse. THAT was a least a little bit masculine. Geez." He answers and adds, "AND... I don't think you really like me with a purse... uhh... murse. It's just for your own amusement. Just like the cowboy boot thing. And the wide-whale cords. The tiny vest. Trying to convince me to tie a sweater around my neck. And, the WORST of THE WORST... that whole Speedo Extravaganza." Alrighty. He has something there. I admit it. Heh, heh. But... Girls Just Want To Have Fun. According to Cindy Lauper. Or is it: Cyndi? Probably the latter. Oh well. Who cares? Really. The main thing is: I just want to have fun. That's what matters. So I take his murse back and decide that I'll carry it tonight. For a change. And we head out in search of grub. But not before I ask for the keys and run back to beep the lock four times. Just to be sure. I also went around the SUV manually checking that all the doors were locked. And then I rejoined the rest of the happyhaunts. Who were all laughing at their idiot OCDer of a happyhaunt. Mellyman found my obsession particularily funny. But, seriously, we had A LOT of stuff in the car that we couldn't be losing. They should have thanked me.

We head directly, according to plan, to The Earl of Sandwich. Because we want to eat quickly, we're STARVING and Mellyman loves this place. He is quite jazzed that we're eating here for our first dinner. I have to tell you though, the Marketplace was PACKED. With people. Really busy. We get to the door and as I put my hand on the handle to open it, a man touches my arm and stops us.

Him: Hi! I'm the manager. I have to let you know that we're, unfortunately, all out of bread tonight.
Me: Pardon me?
Him: No bread. We're all sold out. I'm sorry.
Me: No bread for us?
Him: No. Sorry, again.
Me: Wow. What about soup?
Him: Sorry. We had tomato. But that's gone too.
Me: No soup for us?
Him: No soup for you. I'm really, really sorry.
Me: Heh heh. Thanks anyway. Does this happen a lot?
Him: No. It was quite unexpected. We've been really busy tonight.
Me: Alrighty then. Thanks. Bye.

We turn around and stand in front of The Earl and try to figure out where to eat. The kids want the Rainforest Cafe. Big surprise. Mellyman doesn't want to eat there and I don't want to wait for a hour for a table at this time of night. I'm tired. And, finally, my stomach feels better. So I'm hungry. We all are, although the kids ate a bunch of snacks on the plane. I check out the map and suggest we head over to Cap'n Jack's Restaurant and try it. We've never been before. With good reason. I've heard. But... we are fearless, hungry, nighthawk, livin' on the edge happyhaunts. So we head over. They seat us right away. Which is ALWAYS a good sign. I think. When Downtown Disney is packed with guests. And the Earl has run out of food. To feed the hungry masses.

We order two beers, pop for the kids and enjoy the view. The view was actually really nice. It was on the water and we could see plenty. Our waiter brought us some multi-grain bread with a delicious pesto and oil dip to share. YUMMYiiii! Yum. Ok. It was very yum. Mellyman ordered the salmon with a white wine a caper sauce with rice and veggies for his main. He was not wowed by it. I tried the salmon and thought it was fine. Moist and fresh. Calvin had the linguini off the kids menu. It was very good and there was plenty of it. Beth had the PB&J with mac 'n cheese and fruit. Ok. Tommy had the mac 'n cheese with fruit. Ok. Again. I had the crabcakes off the appy menu for my main. There were two big crabcakes with a spicyish cajun drizzle and some salad greens tossed in a nice vinagrette. It was very good. I only ate one crabcake though. Mellyman had the other one. One was fine, though, because they were big and rich. Very rich. We had a relaxing meal and decided that it was a good thing, after all, that we didn't eat at The Earl. We needed the quiet. Everyone was pretty baked. Long day. Beth and Calvin went to do pressed pennies and Mellyman paid the bill. It was good enough. But we wouldn't go back on purpose.

Just a note here: I will rate our meals on a special scale. It's called the Pepto-Bismol Scale. Because... my stomach problems DO come back. So I will judge the quality of our meals by the degree to which they send me into a full fetal position after the fact. And by how many shots of Pepto-B were actually needed to recover. From the dining experience.

Cap'n Jack's ~ Full fetal clutching my ankles. In pain. 3 shots of Pepto-B.

To be continued. Up next: Our One Night in Bangkok aka The All-Star Movies Resort stay which drained my will to live.

P.S. I have a busy day ahead of me and might not write something tomorrow. Over and out, Mel.

 

[LaLa]

Just a note here: I will rate our meals on a special scale. It's called the Pepto-Bismol Scale. Because... my stomach problems DO come back. So I will judge the quality of our meals by the degree to which they send me into a full fetal position after the fact. And by how many shots of Pepto-B were actually needed to recover. From the dining experience.

Cap'n Jack's ~ Full fetal clutching my ankles. In pain. 3 shots of Pepto-B.

I love this part. Can't wait to see what that ham and cheese from Chefs rates. Although, oddly enough, I think I already know.

 

[2infinity&B-ond]

Mel, another great installment! Thanks so much for sharing!

 

[Chapter 11]

Very nice installment. How many opportunities in real life does one get the opportunity to inquire "No soup for me?", and get the appropriate, Seinfeldian response? Anyway, keep 'em coming, and here's a picture for you, to brighten your day, like you brighten ours whenever you post: