The happyhaunts were all dressed up.
We even had somewhere to go. The MOST VALUABLE ADR in The World. We were heading to Le Cellier. Canada.
For dinner.
We walked to Epcot and strolled through the UK. We weren't in a hurry. Because we were late for our ADR. But... not late enough.
When we hit Canada and started to head down through the gardens we could see a fairly LARGE crowd of people standing around. By the entrance to Le Cellier.
I told the others to find somewhere to chill. Like anywhere. Away from me. And got in the line to speak to the Host.
Now... I was a little wee bit worried about being late. There seemed to be A LOT of people ahead of us. But then I sad to myself, "BIG DEAL!".
Because WE are Canadian.
I'll just tell the Canadian Host at Le Cellier that WE are CANADIAN too.
Eh?!
And we'll be IN. In like Flynn. (although this little phrase refers to Errol Flynn's success getting in the bedrooms of women. So... maybe... not appropriate here. FYI... TFI... whatever.)
Anywho... Surely when he realizes that we are CANADIAN. He'll look after us. Properly. And seat us asap.
We Canadians look after our own! You betcha we do!
Yeah right. Ask us how we look after our own indigenous peoples? Our Japanese countrymen in WW2. And, not to mention, Canada's SINS. Too. We can't even control our Social Insurance Number Cards. It's laughable. There is FRAUD. Baby. Here. Especially the 900-series.
TF...FYI!
Alrighty. WAKE UP! I'm in a white-hot liberal Canadian rage. Today. I'm giving you all the heads up.
Heh heh.
Back to Disney. Sorry.
The Dude said he'd get us in. AS SOON AS HE COULD.
Okay, beauty! Thanks, eh!
But... it's not fair that people are seated on a first-come, first-served basis. With an ADR. Even. It should be based on who's hungriest!
Heh heh.
I turned around and looked for my four haunts. I saw them down the walk towards the 360 Theatre. Mellyman was BEET red. And waving his finger at Calvin. He was both low-talking and close-talking. At the same time.
Looky out!
Calvin was in SERIOUS trouble.
Tommy was crying.
Beth was attempting to fade into nothingness. Like the Cheshire Cat.
I was SO tempted to run. Fly straight up the path. Through Future World. Out the gates. And straight on till morning.
'Cause I KNOW that look on Mellyman's face. It's been directed my way. Before. A couple of times.
It's not good. No.
I wandered back to find out what happened. Mellyman was SO mad he didn't even want to tell me. He said he needed to "walk away" for a bit. I asked Beth. She told me that Calvin was teasing and tormenting Tommy unmercifully. He had been warned three or four times. And then Calvin pulled out the big guns. And told Tommy that he was stupid and he doesn't understand anything. That he was a stupid, bad boy.
Mellyman doesn't put up with our kids calling each other names. And... especially... picking on Tommy. For not understanding something. It's unfair and mean. Truly. It's mean.
Calvin knows better. Usually.
So... this is just GREAT. SUPER. We have a meal to go to. In minutes. Minutes. One that I have planned and booked MONTHS in advance. That both myself and my husband were looking SO forward to. And NOW.
He has walked away in a huff. A RAGE.
Just great.
Me(l) to the rescue. I tell the kids not to move. From their spot.
Especially Calvin.
Me: I'll be right back. Do NOT MOVE. Do NOT TALK. Do NOT LOOK at anyone. Especially your brother.
Calvin: But... I'll get bored.
Me: Well. Just sit here. Try to develop a complex. Collect your karma.
Calvin: Come again.
Me: Nevermind. Just sit. Quietly.
And then I go after Mellyman. He's standing up the path. Looking at the gardens.
But... not really.
I go up and do my best to calm him down. Make him smile. Try to make him laugh. I did my best.
It worked. Thankfully.
I promised to let him order his own dinner. At Le Cellier.
Heh heh.
Just this once. Tho.
Then our name was called and we were escorted to our table. By the SAME guy as last time.
The guy who says to me: OH! There's something WRONG with your chair! I haven't pulled it out for you!
That guy. I've heard him say it four times before. Twice to Me(l).
It almost makes you want to cry. Because HE'S Canadian. TOO.
So... we all sit down. Nice table. Almost the same place as last time, too. Nearly IN the bathroom.
Who matters?! Though.
We're here. At Le Cellier. The finest steak in the land. Of Disney.
Our waiter was really nice. 'Cause she was Canadian.
We're nice friendly people.
Except for me.
Heh heh.
Anyhow... we ordered two Caesars to drink. Extra spicy. To start. NOT Bloody Marys. But... Caesar's. Big difference. Caesar's are tastier and thinner. Bloody Marys are thicker. Like drinking ketchup.
Then we ordered one cheese soup. For Mellyman and I to split. One beef and barley soup for Calvin. And asked for ALL the breadsticks to be only pretzel ones.
Our lovely waiter told us she wasn't supposed to do that. Right at first. I suggested she ignore that. She did. Brought us the breadsticks that we all like. No multigrain. Or whatever the others are.
The pretzel ones are the BEST. That's all you need to know. For Le Cellier.
That and this: Do get the cheese soup. It rocks.
For our mains Beth had the kid's 6 oz. steak and fries. Rare. Bloody rare. Like she likes it. Both boys had the pasta. Big portions. They were happy. I ordered the grilled beef tenderloin kabobs off the appetizer menu. And added a side of cream cheese mashed potatoes.
Excellent! YUM-a-LIC-ous!
Mellyman ordered something other than the Prime Rib. Which was what I was "hoping" he'd order. So I could try it. He ordered the same exact thing as the last time we were here. The New York strip steak with roast potatoes and a veal demi glace. Rare. As Beth's.
He was pleased. We all were. The food was hot, delicious and promptly delivered. To us.
We were quite hungry by this point in the evening... so everything was good.
Oh.
The kids all had Cokes. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
We were all too full for dessert. Surprise of surprises.
We paid. Tipped. Well. I hope. I have no idea tho. But... I know Mell-Bride.
And headed out. To catch some of Illuminations.
I just LOVELOVELOVE Illuminations.
We watched it outside. Of Canada.
Our arms around each other. Tommy on Mellyman's shoulders. I had a little Illuminations cry. Pawed the kids. Kissed them. And told them I loved them.
Even Calvin.
Heh heh.
'Cause... at the end of the day. He had done something good. Very good.
Great. In fact.
I was proud of him. Of my whole darn family. Yep. It was ALL GOOD!
Then we headed HOME to the BWV. And the Boardwalk. For a little entertainment.
I was looking... truth be told... for the entertainer who goes by the name: Randy the Juggler.
He is AWESOME. So funny. So good. So entertaining.
We always try to catch his shows.
We found him. Just starting his show. Outside of Spoodles.
And he was looking for volunteers. Kids.
He read Tommy's "Pick Me!" forehead sign. Tommy was in.
So he took off his both shoes.
We have NO IDEA why. But he did.
And joined in for the spinning plates. Deal.
This is what happened:
He was ROARING with laughter. Absolutely roaring.
It was so cute.
So fun.
So funny.
He DID manage to hold the spinning plate.
After several tries. In between squeals of laughter.
And then we put him back in the stroller to head up to our room for bed.
And... THEN... Calvin licked his face and arm.
And... THEN... Tommy screamed and cried. Again.
And... THEN... Calvin got in another buttload of trouble.
Again.
To be continued. Up next: Rating our meal. PeptoB Scale. AND...Day FOUR! Finally. Brace yourselves.
The food was sooooooooo good!! But I got really mad at the guy sitting next to us. We had a late reservation for 8:30 and the guy next to us missed his 2:00 reservation because he was golfing! and he was mad that he didn't get seated until 8:30, and he was complaining to the waiter!! Every time she would come back to the table, he would say something really rude or insulting. He even asked if she was an illegal immigrant!!! 
I wanted to get up and scream at him to just shut up and get over it!!!! Other than that it was a really great meal. 
Tommy ROCKS!
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Another great installment!
