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Day 6 - Thursday, October 7, 2004
Me, 29!! (today - 12.16 - is my bday!!) - "Lazy Liar with Kinky, Frizzy Hair". Somehow snagged a "Hottie" and fooled him into thinking she was the catch of the century. You can count on clean laundry and home-cooked meals with this gal!
FI, 28 - Said "Hottie" who was drunk on Grey Goose when he met "Lazy Liar w/KFH" and isn't even sure how she ended up living with him. Did I give her a key? I vaguely remember something about promised laundry and home-cooked meals? Hmm, funny how that never happens. Guess he should lay off the Grey Goose. It really impairs your judgement.
Gosh, it's been so long since I've written, I'm not sure I remember what happened. Yeah, I know...just hush. Honestly, you're lucky to get this installment. If Delswife wasn't preparing her next trip report, I'd take my sweet time. But once she's back and her report is up, y'all ain't gonna remember little ol' me.
Let's see. Oh yes, it was Kory's birthday and we did some eatin', some drinkin' and some la laain'. Rereah!
Well today is our last full day, so we need to maximize Disney time by racing from ride to ride. There will be no dawdling, lolly-gagging, dallying or other funny sounding verbs. The word for today is GO! GO! GO!
"We're glad you're...."
Oh shut up!
Zooberrys = The Devil!
We roll out of bed, clutching our heads around 8 a.m. Uhhhhhh...the throbbing...the searing pain. Our plan was to hit MGM and finish up the park. Ride our favorite thrill rides, hit the attractions we missed last time. But frankly, me dear reader, I doubt we'll make it. Plus...
Zooberrys + Rollercoasters = A really, bad day for the guy behind you.
Showers, a double-round of Advil and sunglasses for all, we head out of BCV and take the walkway to the boat. Fortunately we don't have to wait very long as the boat comes quickly. Thank goodness because the morning sun is killing me. I didn't remember it being that bright yesterday.
Boat ride was uneventful, although I'm not sure what eventful would be. The captain and his sidekick doing cartwheels down the aisle? Hmm, could be interesting.
We arrive at MGM and actually see quite a few characters taking picture with the masses. Or "commoners" as my friend Greg likes to call crowds.
We decide to grab a fast-pass for RnR, but we actually don't need it and walk on. Afterwards we decide to look at the pictures and actually decide to buy ours.
That's Really, Bad Day Guy behind us.
So its about 10:30 or so and Kory decides it's a great time for a hot dog. With chili on it. Yeah, that's exactly what I want 2 hours after I wake up with a hangover and nary 5 minutes after a 47 G rollercoaster. He says fattening food is the key to hangover recovery but I say it's the key to an early heart attack and love handles. We'll just see who's right about that one! Humph!
So we sit down and I relax while he scarfs down his heart disease on a plate. His coronary in a bun. His angina with a splash of mustard.
Well imagine that! He's too full to ride ToT.
So we get a FP for that which doesn't come back up til after lunchtime. Off to ride the Great Movie Ride! The line is exactly 2.5 cycles of the movie clips.
We get the mobster scene, which was alright. After we exit, we head over towards the Animation area for the Millionaire show, but can't get on. We almost do the Walt show, but I'm starving at this point.
So here we go, wandering around while I try and figure out what to eat. I don't want a hamburger or pizza, but that's all we find. So we wander and wander. And wander some more. Wander a little longer! In and out of people. Pardon me, excuse me. Hungry, skinny girl wKFH here. But nothing. All I want is a PB&J and can't find anything. And the crowds, oh the crowds! There are people everywhere! So I'm hungry and now irritable. Hungry, irritable and in desperate need of someone to TURN THAT FREAKING SUN OFF!
I turn to Kory and plead, "Commoners! Commoners! Geeeet meee outtaa herrreeee!"
So we don't even make it back to ToT for our ride. Out of the park we go and bid farewell to MGM and the 4, that's right, 4 rides we did. And the 47 we didn't.
Yeah, we know how to stomp the parks, alright.
We're walking briskly to the boatdock and I see it already there. Oh yeeeeah! We don't have to wait! I call to Kory to run as I know we are going to miss it. So we haul booty and get there just in time. Whew, glad we ran!
Hmm. We're not moving. Let's go Mr Captainman...I just escaped stroller-toting commoners and ran more than I have in the last 15 years! I'm ready to GO! Didn't you know the word of the day is GO! GO! GO! ?? Hellooooo??
They care not to listen to me. In fact, I think the very spitefully decide to wait for 10 full minutes. Yeah, I'm glad we ran.
Finally! Geez, I got gray hairs here. We pull away and think about where we want to eat. It's nearing 1:30 and Kory is hungry as well. We get off at the Boardwalk and decide to eat at the Brewing Works Restaurant place. We order a queso with chips which was soooooo good. And I mean good. Seriously. Like great.
Kory orders something I can't quite remember, but I do remember my pulled pork samich. Was good, can't complain too much. By the time we get done, I'm exhausted.
Zooberrys + 2 whole MGM attractions + queso = one tired, hungover LLwKFH
We decide to walk to the resort and take a nap. Well this is the very first time I actually take a nap. All the other days, Kory took one and I relaxed and ran little deceitful errands. Muah ha ha haaa!
We sleep, we wake, we freshen up. Next stop? Epcot for...
da, dum, duuuum
Eating Around the WORLD - world - worl.... <--- that was my attempt at an echo effect.
Anywho, we casually walk around the world tasting items that strike our fancy. We order two Cheddar Cheese soups (Canada) and some little Almond doohickeything from Morroco. And lots of Ice Wine. Oh yeah, good times. I'm over my hangover by now, can't ya tell?
We also stopped at Italy for most everything on their menu - Olive Bread Pizza, Baked Ziti and a canoli. Well I get in line which is at least 10 people deep. That doesn't bother me too much since it's Thursday and I expect the weekenders are coming in. But 15 minutes later, it hasn't moved at all.
So I look up to the front and just one girl is running the whole booth. It finally starts moving, but no one is leaving...just moving to the side. I realize that they've been out of food since before I got in line and they've had to cook more as we've stood there.
Oh no, I feel the commoner stress building (that's stress caused by commoners, not Donald Trump's newest endeavor. Who are we kidding...the Donald doing anything for commoners? Ha!). So, I'm like two seconds away from losing it and finding the nearest bell tower. Ahh, Italy's got something that will work. Where's my uzzi or other funny sounding noun?
Well, let's just say Italy gets their "stuff" together and no one dies. The food was ok...not 30minutestandinline good, but you know.
So anyway, guess what?
No, guess!
Wrong. Guess again.
Gosh you have a dirty mind!
Ok, I'll just tell you. It's time for Illuminations! That's like 3 times this week! WOWEE!
Well we half-watch it because all the good seats are taken. Damn commoners.
So we watch as we walk out the park. Now what? We are both exhausted and not in the mood to party or hit PI. So we go home and guess what we do?
NO, GUESS!
Geez, you are terrible at this game!
No, we certainly did NOT do that! What kind of girl do you think I am?
Ok, I'll just tell you.
We hooked up my laptop and watched Airplane! in bed. Never thought I'd watch a DVD on my WDW vacation, but I did. And it was great.
Airplane! + my sweetie - commoners = peaceful evening in bed.
Up next...Day 6.5: How to leave Disney and not be terribly sad. Hint, it involves standing in line for 40 minutes at a Christmas shop. Surely you can understand that?
And don't call me Shirley!
Me, 29!! (today - 12.16 - is my bday!!) - "Lazy Liar with Kinky, Frizzy Hair". Somehow snagged a "Hottie" and fooled him into thinking she was the catch of the century. You can count on clean laundry and home-cooked meals with this gal!
FI, 28 - Said "Hottie" who was drunk on Grey Goose when he met "Lazy Liar w/KFH" and isn't even sure how she ended up living with him. Did I give her a key? I vaguely remember something about promised laundry and home-cooked meals? Hmm, funny how that never happens. Guess he should lay off the Grey Goose. It really impairs your judgement.
Gosh, it's been so long since I've written, I'm not sure I remember what happened. Yeah, I know...just hush. Honestly, you're lucky to get this installment. If Delswife wasn't preparing her next trip report, I'd take my sweet time. But once she's back and her report is up, y'all ain't gonna remember little ol' me.
Let's see. Oh yes, it was Kory's birthday and we did some eatin', some drinkin' and some la laain'. Rereah!
Well today is our last full day, so we need to maximize Disney time by racing from ride to ride. There will be no dawdling, lolly-gagging, dallying or other funny sounding verbs. The word for today is GO! GO! GO!
"We're glad you're...."
Oh shut up!
Zooberrys = The Devil!
We roll out of bed, clutching our heads around 8 a.m. Uhhhhhh...the throbbing...the searing pain. Our plan was to hit MGM and finish up the park. Ride our favorite thrill rides, hit the attractions we missed last time. But frankly, me dear reader, I doubt we'll make it. Plus...
Zooberrys + Rollercoasters = A really, bad day for the guy behind you.
Showers, a double-round of Advil and sunglasses for all, we head out of BCV and take the walkway to the boat. Fortunately we don't have to wait very long as the boat comes quickly. Thank goodness because the morning sun is killing me. I didn't remember it being that bright yesterday.
Boat ride was uneventful, although I'm not sure what eventful would be. The captain and his sidekick doing cartwheels down the aisle? Hmm, could be interesting.
We arrive at MGM and actually see quite a few characters taking picture with the masses. Or "commoners" as my friend Greg likes to call crowds.
We decide to grab a fast-pass for RnR, but we actually don't need it and walk on. Afterwards we decide to look at the pictures and actually decide to buy ours.
That's Really, Bad Day Guy behind us.
So its about 10:30 or so and Kory decides it's a great time for a hot dog. With chili on it. Yeah, that's exactly what I want 2 hours after I wake up with a hangover and nary 5 minutes after a 47 G rollercoaster. He says fattening food is the key to hangover recovery but I say it's the key to an early heart attack and love handles. We'll just see who's right about that one! Humph!
So we sit down and I relax while he scarfs down his heart disease on a plate. His coronary in a bun. His angina with a splash of mustard.
Well imagine that! He's too full to ride ToT.
So we get a FP for that which doesn't come back up til after lunchtime. Off to ride the Great Movie Ride! The line is exactly 2.5 cycles of the movie clips. We get the mobster scene, which was alright. After we exit, we head over towards the Animation area for the Millionaire show, but can't get on. We almost do the Walt show, but I'm starving at this point.
So here we go, wandering around while I try and figure out what to eat. I don't want a hamburger or pizza, but that's all we find. So we wander and wander. And wander some more. Wander a little longer! In and out of people. Pardon me, excuse me. Hungry, skinny girl wKFH here. But nothing. All I want is a PB&J and can't find anything. And the crowds, oh the crowds! There are people everywhere! So I'm hungry and now irritable. Hungry, irritable and in desperate need of someone to TURN THAT FREAKING SUN OFF!
I turn to Kory and plead, "Commoners! Commoners! Geeeet meee outtaa herrreeee!"
So we don't even make it back to ToT for our ride. Out of the park we go and bid farewell to MGM and the 4, that's right, 4 rides we did. And the 47 we didn't.
Yeah, we know how to stomp the parks, alright.
We're walking briskly to the boatdock and I see it already there. Oh yeeeeah! We don't have to wait! I call to Kory to run as I know we are going to miss it. So we haul booty and get there just in time. Whew, glad we ran!
Hmm. We're not moving. Let's go Mr Captainman...I just escaped stroller-toting commoners and ran more than I have in the last 15 years! I'm ready to GO! Didn't you know the word of the day is GO! GO! GO! ?? Hellooooo??
They care not to listen to me. In fact, I think the very spitefully decide to wait for 10 full minutes. Yeah, I'm glad we ran.
Finally! Geez, I got gray hairs here. We pull away and think about where we want to eat. It's nearing 1:30 and Kory is hungry as well. We get off at the Boardwalk and decide to eat at the Brewing Works Restaurant place. We order a queso with chips which was soooooo good. And I mean good. Seriously. Like great.
Kory orders something I can't quite remember, but I do remember my pulled pork samich. Was good, can't complain too much. By the time we get done, I'm exhausted.
Zooberrys + 2 whole MGM attractions + queso = one tired, hungover LLwKFH
We decide to walk to the resort and take a nap. Well this is the very first time I actually take a nap. All the other days, Kory took one and I relaxed and ran little deceitful errands. Muah ha ha haaa!
We sleep, we wake, we freshen up. Next stop? Epcot for...
da, dum, duuuum
Eating Around the WORLD - world - worl.... <--- that was my attempt at an echo effect.
Anywho, we casually walk around the world tasting items that strike our fancy. We order two Cheddar Cheese soups (Canada) and some little Almond doohickeything from Morroco. And lots of Ice Wine. Oh yeah, good times. I'm over my hangover by now, can't ya tell?
We also stopped at Italy for most everything on their menu - Olive Bread Pizza, Baked Ziti and a canoli. Well I get in line which is at least 10 people deep. That doesn't bother me too much since it's Thursday and I expect the weekenders are coming in. But 15 minutes later, it hasn't moved at all.
So I look up to the front and just one girl is running the whole booth. It finally starts moving, but no one is leaving...just moving to the side. I realize that they've been out of food since before I got in line and they've had to cook more as we've stood there.
Oh no, I feel the commoner stress building (that's stress caused by commoners, not Donald Trump's newest endeavor. Who are we kidding...the Donald doing anything for commoners? Ha!). So, I'm like two seconds away from losing it and finding the nearest bell tower. Ahh, Italy's got something that will work. Where's my uzzi or other funny sounding noun?
Well, let's just say Italy gets their "stuff" together and no one dies. The food was ok...not 30minutestandinline good, but you know.
So anyway, guess what?
No, guess!
Wrong. Guess again.
Gosh you have a dirty mind!
Ok, I'll just tell you. It's time for Illuminations! That's like 3 times this week! WOWEE!
Well we half-watch it because all the good seats are taken. Damn commoners.
So we watch as we walk out the park. Now what? We are both exhausted and not in the mood to party or hit PI. So we go home and guess what we do?
NO, GUESS!
Geez, you are terrible at this game!
No, we certainly did NOT do that! What kind of girl do you think I am?
Ok, I'll just tell you.
We hooked up my laptop and watched Airplane! in bed. Never thought I'd watch a DVD on my WDW vacation, but I did. And it was great.
Airplane! + my sweetie - commoners = peaceful evening in bed.
Up next...Day 6.5: How to leave Disney and not be terribly sad. Hint, it involves standing in line for 40 minutes at a Christmas shop. Surely you can understand that?
And don't call me Shirley!
