Being fans of Bill Watterson’s great works, I thought you might also see these as somewhat bemusing homages…
And no…
They have nothing to do with your TR, but they made me smile, so…
OK, now for the actual TR replies.
Then I heard about some guy named "Nebo".
Might have been in the "You might be a DIS-er if........" thread.
Have not run across that particular thread.
I first encountered Nebo by name reading through one of you other TRs; some excellent repartee there (but like I said, I haven’t gone back and read a whole lot of his previous work as of yet).
Too bad for us (though I suspect that he’s pretty proud of the fact).
I guess I was under the mistaken belief
that most of you had followed me from there.
You, I ran across via the Caption Contest thread (more funny stuff)
It was the links in your Sig that got me reading your TRs
One last thing before we get this cattle train a-rollin'.
We didn't take too many pictures this day.
It happens…
Not a problem though, as we - your readers - have all been known to supply a few for you in their responses. So we’ll see if we can’t help you out here, you know…
Just to “Plus” the experience (as Walt would say).
Morning came bright and early on August 26th.
7:01am according to the almanac (just so you know).
Isn't it wonderful when the writer starts off
by basically lying to you?
Embellishment…
It not about facts, it’s about presentation.
All story tellers live by that particular code.
For some reason, it had taken me a while
to get to sleep the previous night.
Maybe it was the three or eight mugs of Coke I drank
before going to bed.
That would likely have forced most folk to be getting’ up once or twice during the night.
Hmm.... Something is different.
There's a disturbance in the Force.
Strong with this one, the force is, hummmm…
I popped open the door and...
Yep. There IT was.
Hanging from the door knob like a garrotted condemned criminal.
Oooooo… using some of them there five dollar words.
Now that presents quite the visual.
Our DUD* info.
*Disney's Un-magical Depress
(Full disclosure: Magical Depress is a Nebo invention.)
And a right fine one at that.
Step three.
Pretend it's not real.
Let's see...
What time do we need to be at the front desk tomorrow?
2:45am.
At 9:30am, Kay woke up.
I was surprised.
9:30am is pretty early for her.
Then again, it may be because I screamed
"WAKE UP!!!!!" at her.
Well, you didn’t whack her on the head with a pillow, so she should consider it a general win.
An hour later,
(interspersed with me running to the food court for drinks)
And the tally now stands at 15 to 7
But it’s better to be busy with something rather than just waiting around for others.
The bus arrived at 10:41am.
One minute.
It was longer than we were used to.
And nonexistent in my world.
Am I not gracious?
Of course I am.
Tell me how gracious I am and get free bonus points.
You are far and away the single most gracious blackmailer I’ve ever had the pleasure to have known.
Minutes later, we were being disgorged onto the pavement at Epcot.
Unfortunately, like I said, it was a long line.
Pretty much exhausted every possibility.
You can try one if you like.
But I guarantee we already said it.
If it could sang a lonesome and haunting bird song that could capture a departing sole…
The Sum of All Whippoorwills
By now, you may have guessed what our first ride was.
Forgot about that one; excellent choice and one of my favs.
We like the jet fighter simulations in particular.
We boarded our... uh... seats? car? device?
Portal to adventure!!!
Feminine... yet bad-a... uh.... mean looking.
Dad approves.
Very “bad-a... uh....”
This random stranger approves as well
I dunno.
We've all driven (or been driven) that fast on the highway.
Yet with the banked track, it seems faster, doesn't it?
Being so low to the ground and in an open vehicle adds a might to it as well.
And yet.
Maybe it's because I've driven more than twice as fast
in Germany on the Autobahn.
It seemed to be not as fast as I remembered it.
Yeah, y’all are just a might spoiled by that experience.
Not a problem that I have…
Not yet at least.
And afterwards, this happened...
Hmmm... Maybe she's trying to tell me something.
Sheesh. Some things never change...
Oh this time there’s a change alright.
The original is a youn’ge having fun “playing grown-up”
The young lady in the updated version, most certainly has one of “those” looks in her eyes…
You know the particular one here: the “you need to get me one of these; now!” look.
Shortly after we boarded, the boat set out for Germany.
"Hey! You said you weren't doing Biergarten again!"
Not to worry…
I know better than that. It’s also the quickest way to Italy.
We quickly walked
(quickly, because our ADR time was fast approaching)
over to Italy and announced ourselves to the host at Via Napoli.
See…
Conosco I miei polli
There! Are you happy?
Most of you guessed we'd eat here.
Well…
Most of us also missed the other Epcot guesses, so it kind’a descended down to: “so what’s left?”
It got to the point where I was a little afraid
to take a sip of water for fear of running her off her feet!
We encountered something similar. It actually surprised me that there was a person specifically designated to just maintaining the water levels. The similar amount of hustle makes me wonder if per chance it’s seen as a test and the only way to work up tom the next level on the staff (and therefor get to stay in the US).
For all you Via Napoli fanatics...
prepare to be disappointed.
Take your best shot.
We think it’s good, but not necessarily awe inspiring.
(mostly Via N. is a decent bargain as table service goes in Da’ World)
You want amazing? Try Chicago.
Well…
That’s more Pie than Pizza; which isn’t a bad thing, just not the same thing.
But then again, I like pie, so…
Or heck, come to Winnipeg.
Really?
OK, give us the tour; what make the pizza up that’a way great.
At one point, the show goes overseas to Italy.
A bunch of school kids are being asked if they know
where pizza was invented.
One little boy, about 10 or 12 I suppose,
pipes up "America!"
Which is swiftly followed by one of the nearby adults
swatting him in the back of the head for his ignorance.
But in truth, the kid wasn’t all that wrong. It’s certainly more of a North American phenomenon then a Southern European one. It may (or may not) have been “first devised” there; it was developed here.
We got our bill (and when I say "we" and "our", I mean "I" and "my")
Most all of us are parents…
No need to translate
Well, we didn't really have an appetite worked up,
but who cares??? It's Karamell Kuche!
Works for me…
So we got to the dock at 2:52pm and had zero wait.
Of course.
Of course…
inevitably the "where you from" question comes up.
"We're from Canada." I said.
I know to just leave it at that.
I've found that if I say "Winnipeg",
I get blank stares.
Try saying: Fort Mill…
The blank stares are of black hole proportions for the one.
If everyone from Jersey is here now.
Who's minding the store back in Jersey????
Well according to most news reports, there’s very little minding of any type going on up that way.
Disney Transportation Wait Time to date
(12 busses, 5 boats, 2 monorails): 35 minutes
Average wait time just over 1 3/4 minutes.
Time to take a different SWAG at this one…
Let’s go with 42 minutes (because the answer is always 42, right?)
Bonus questions, round 10!
1. AK
2. 3
3. Hummmm… not sure about this one. Let’s go with: Mickey Pretzel
4. 10
5. You stay lucky: no rain
6. Yes