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

[Jennifer48]

Thanks. Again. For a belly buster. Installment.
What the heck is this?? --->

 

[GeorgiaAristocat]

Another excellent installment Mel. I'll remember to avoid Cap'n Jacks.

 

[Lisa_Belle]

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've now got a mental picture of ya doin' that Pepto dance in the commercials! I was actually thinking about eating at Cap'n Jacks. Good, reporting. Although I'll admit I'm nervous about the next installment. We're staying at All Star Movies

 

[Shelby5514]

Melly, Melly, Oh Nelly! Cap'n Jack is NOT a fastpass. I pulled a ZZUB there once...well not THERE but later...not so much fun.

A+ Trippie baybee!

 

[PrincessAurora]

Bread? They ran out of BREAD?! At a sandwich shop. Bread.

Wow.

That beats me. Never, ever have I had any sandwich shop tell me they ran out of bread.

 

[HaleyB]

No soup for me then?

I about wet myself.

 

[sheridac]

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.

Melly~

This sound suspiciously like another place I've been to. I think you know that of which I speak.

Carry on sis. Anxious for more!

Love ya!

 

[stinkerbell007]

Yay! Glad you are back Mel. I loved your last report! Glad I'm subscribed to this one too. Woo Hoo! All Hail HappyHaunt!

 

[2xcited2slp]

I did a snort-laugh-snort. Lovely.
Lakookaracha. Band.

I feel ya on the Pepto--don't you hate when that happens. Ruins the night -or day-or both.

Once again--a lovely/lively night of entertainment. thanks

no smilies for you--they ate all the bread--and soup.

 

[desamnik]

I feel like I know you and your family

How does a "sandwich" shop run out of bread anyhow?

I notice that your next chapter is your one night stay at ASMovies. This has me very afraid! We have a one night stay there next November before we switch to our beloved Boardwalk Villa.

Also, we have a summer trip planned to Quebec/Montreal. Have you ever been to Parc Safari?

Keep up the trip reports, I love reading them.

Donna

 

[gnoles]

Out of bread... *sigh*

I've only had one similar experience... we wanted BBQ at one of the local places at about 8pm. We were seated and began to order only to find that they were out of baby back ribs, bbq pork, beef bbq, bbq beans, slaw, smoked chicken, etc.

I did my best Cleese, "This is a BBQ shop, isn't it?" The table erupted, the waitress looked at me as if I were from Mars. The joys of being an Anglophile in North Central Alabama.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

The happyhaunts have finished eating, paid the bill, collected our penny-pressing children and headed back into the mob scene which is the Downtown Disney Marketplace. It's after 10pm by now. It's still packed. There are still tons of kids around. Beth wants to explore a bit but I'm worried about Calvin or Tommy melting. I'm pretty exhausted too. Because I didn't sleep much the night before. But, back in University, I was Queen of the All-Nighters so I'm still pretty good. I've got some endurance training under my belt. Yep. Plenty of nights where I HAD to stay up the whole night. And, occassionally, I did it to study too. Heh heh. But, there is nothing pretty about a Calvin or Tommy meltdown due to exhaustion. Calvin becomes thoroughly annoying and just BUGS everyone... it's not pleasant... but Tommy sometimes...errr... changes. Into a demon child I call 3-6, 6 Cubed or Baby Naomi Campbell. And, although he probably outweighs that cruel beauty by several ounces, I've had occassion to don the shirt "Baby Naomi Hit Me" once or twice. In his short life. What I do when he melts is to grab him in a bear hug, hold him tight, let him struggle until he relaxes and then he, usually, falls asleep snuggled into my shoulder. Like a little puppy. Bless him. That part of it is nice. But, I've found, it's best to avoid the whole ordeal all together. If we can. So Mellyman looks at me for the judgement call. It's one that moms usually can make better than dads. At least in our house. And I give Beth the green light. We'll look around for a bit. No more than a half an hour though. I catch her eye and tilt my head towards a big display of jewelery, pins and stuff. We wander over and start to look. About three minutes later Mellyman is, again, holding my purse. For me. Without realizing it. A few more minutes and he notices, " MEL! How'd I end up with THIS again?" He's laughing. So am I. I's so sly. Heh, heh. One thing I love about my husband is that he's playful. He appreciates immaturity and goofiness. Most of the time. We check out a few more things and decide to head back to our car. And make our way to the All-Star Movies Resort. We have booked one night there and then the following day we switch to The Boardwalk Villas for the duration of our stay. I had been wait-listed for the first night but it never came through. And the kids were pretty happy about it because they've been wanting to stay there for years.

In July 2003 we stayed for a week at the All-Stars Music Resort. We all thought it was great. We stayed in the Jazz section which was pretty nice with a garden around the front and it was quiet enough. At night. We were on the second floor. The kids liked the pools and the IN YOUR FACE theming. That's when we decided that we were meant to be "On Property" folk. Anyhow... we liked it. But then we bought into the DVC. And never got back there. The kids LOVE the looks of the All-Stars Movies, though. And were kinda bummed that we probably wouldn't be heading there again. So this worked out fine. One night at Movies and then on to the Boardwalk. We got in the car and headed over. Past "PI" and the rest of Downtown Disney and straight to... errrr... the far reaches of the Disney property. Where they hide the All-Stars. I think. I had also tried to book Scopa Towers... Pop Century... just to check it out... but it was unavailable. Calvin and Tommy fell asleep on the drive over and so Beth and I headed inside to register while Mellyman waits in the car. It's slightly past 11pm and there is NO ONE there. But us. And a couple of cast members chatting behind the desk. Beth pulls me aside and says, "Mommy... please try to get the 101 Dalamation building. Please." I tell her that it's late and we'll be lucky if we get a room in the dreaded Fantasia building. I really don't want the Fantasia building. No offense. I'm sure it's lovely but that giant evil Jack-in-the-Box looks like it would eat my face. Given half a chance. Pennywise. Shudder. Amazingly, when we check in the CM tells us that we're in 101 Dalmations!! Whooooo Hooooo!!!! YES, BABY!!!! And... that we're on the first floor. Uhhhhh ohhhhhhh!!!! NO, BABY!!!!! Crap. First floor equals noise. But Beth is thrilled and does her Pixie Dust finger thing. Which we all do. Whenever anything good and unexpected happens to us at WDW. You put your arms straight up above your head and then bring them down while fluttering your fingers and making "Pixie Dust sounds" loudly. The boys and I have got it DOWN! We've startled LOTS of CMs and guests. To thank them. For something. Or another. Beth and Mellyman do a scaled down, shy version of it. They just raise their hands a little bit and flutter their two pointer fingers. No trilling. No warbling. No noise at all. I call it the Tinkerbell With Attiude Pixie Dusting. Did you know that your thumb and pointer fingers are articulated? That's for all the finger buffs out there.

We get our room keys and join Mellyman in the car, drive over and park. Then we decide that we're not taking any luggage in. I'll carry Tommy. Melly will carry Calvin plus the airbed bag and Beth will carry the toiletries bag. If she can lift it. We head out. I make Beth run back to manually check if the SUV is locked. Yep. We find the room. Both Mellyman and I are sweating from the humidity and the effort of carrying the boys. My stomach is hurting again. We're tired. Our room is small. Very. And, actually, kind of run down looking. Mellyman blows up the single airbed and plops a very asleep Tommy down on it. We all strip down to our underwear to sleep 'cause we didn't bring PJs in and say goodnight. "Night all! Love ya all!" That is the standard happyhaunt bedtime shoutout. Lights off and... I'm SO ready to sleep.

Unfortunately... that's not quite what happened.

Nope. No bread for me. No soup for me. And NO FREAKIN' SLEEP FOR ME.

Either.

To be continued. Next up: The party bus, the neighbours' fight, the flushing toilets, the suitcases outside, the neighbours' second fight, my stomach and... someone in my family has gas. Besides me.

 

[lillygator]

ya gotta love the flushing toilets! your pixie dust thing - we have one too but we must be more obnoxious because DH slinks away when we do it, unless of course he's had a few then he joins in too...not holding my purse though!

 

[LaLa]

Whenever anything good and unexpected happens to us at WDW. You put your arms straight up above your head and then bring them down while fluttering your fingers and making "Pixie Dust sounds" loudly. The boys and I have got it DOWN! We've startled LOTS of CMs and guests. To thank them. For something. Or another. Beth and Mellyman do a scaled down, shy version of it. They just raise their hands a little bit and flutter their two pointer fingers. No trilling. No warbling. No noise at all. I call it the Tinkerbell With Attiude Pixie Dusting.

Love it. I can see ya doing it right now.

 

[horsegirl]

there is nothing pretty about a Calvin or Tommy meltdown due to exhaustion. Calvin becomes thoroughly annoying and just BUGS everyone... it's not pleasant... but Tommy sometimes...errr... changes. Into a demon child I call 3-6, 6 Cubed or Baby Naomi Campbell.

I knew you were a smart mama. Why oh why do parents not heed the warning signs their children display? So I guess you weren't that mom screaming at her child to stop crying the last time I was there. Which mom was that? Well, actually I saw alot of them, and dad's too, at about 3 pm to midnight.

In all fairness, out of the 50-70,000 thousand people there, that isn't actually so many. But those scenes leave an indelible mark.

Successful trips to WDW have to include excellent planning and taking of the cues from the itty bittys...you undoubtedly do that well, which is why you are the happy happyhaunts.


And I agree with you about moms getting the cues a little better than the dads, in most cases. Not in all, boys, so please do not get miffed...chap, leftie and others, you are rare gems......know this. that is why the ratio of ladies outnumbers the gents here on the Dis....

And for the love of , you realize the blow up mattress on the floor of a value is going to launch an outrage amongst those who think it is blasphemy to put 5 in a room. Or are you like us, and the CMs knew you were a party of 5...Yes I am sure that is actually it, because with your personalities, no one would have been able to miss any of you!

 

[Grumpy's Wife]

Well you did it again... sucked me in. Good job.

 

[sheridac]

hey baby!!

Baby Naomi Campbell. And, although he probably outweighs that cruel beauty by several ounces

To be continued. Next up: The party bus, the neighbours' fight, the flushing toilets, the suitcases outside, the neighbours' second fight, my stomach and... someone in my family has gas. Besides me.

I didn't know Oz was with you!!

Melly, you are

 

[MommyPoppins]

Whenever anything good and unexpected happens to us at WDW. You put your arms straight up above your head and then bring them down while fluttering your fingers and making "Pixie Dust sounds" loudly. The boys and I have got it DOWN! We've startled LOTS of CMs and guests.

What exactly does pixie dust sound like?

And I am so telling the DIS police that you had 5 people in a room.

Thankfully, they don't hand(g) out here, and if they did, we'd kick 'em out, right guys?

More!

 

[tribus121]

Melly Baby! This is Tribus's wife. I have been reading your trip report. Man, what a trip to read your postings. You are way funny. You should become a stand up comic. With that sense of humor going for you, you would be a blast to listen to.

I can't wait to get back from our trip in September to do my trip report. I hope that I am just as funny as you are when I describe our trip.

Jeannette AKA Tribus121's better half.

 

[Shelby5514]

The happyhaunts have finished eating, paid the bill, collected our penny-pressing children and headed back into the mob scene which is the Downtown Disney Marketplace. It's after 10pm by now. It's still packed. There are still tons of kids around. Beth wants to explore a bit but I'm worried about Calvin or Tommy melting. I'm pretty exhausted too. Because I didn't sleep much the night before.

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, back in University, I was Queen of the All-Nighters so I'm still pretty good. I've got some endurance training under my belt. Yep. Plenty of nights where I HAD to stay up the whole night. And, occassionally, I did it to study too. Heh heh. But, there is nothing pretty about a Calvin or Tommy meltdown due to exhaustion. Calvin becomes thoroughly annoying and just BUGS everyone... it's not pleasant... but Tommy sometimes...errr... changes. Into a demon child I call 3-6, 6 Cubed or Baby Naomi Campbell. And, although he probably outweighs that cruel beauty by several ounces, I've had occassion to don the shirt "Baby Naomi Hit Me" once or twice. In his short life. What I do when he melts is to grab him in a bear hug, hold him tight, let him struggle until he relaxes and then he, usually, falls asleep snuggled into my shoulder. Like a little puppy. Bless him. That part of it is nice. But, I've found, it's best to avoid the whole ordeal all together. If we can.

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!