Falling a little behind...
Gotta run. Another dance competition awaits!
Oh good... well, not really, but from a purely selfish point of view, maybe so.
I've been a bit behind on TR's as well, but it seems I got back to this one just under the wire.
In any case, Hope that the competition went well
So now then...
I last left you with myself scurrying off in the general direction of the....
The Pit of Despair!
Oh…
Well, never mind then. That’s not so frightening.
Pity-pim-butt-sniff is just too confusing.
I don’t know, most dogs get a pretty good handle on that concept strait from birth.
It is the last photo of this chapter, however.
And I really don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Judge for yourselves.
More pictures means more time to “Oooo” and “Ahhh”.
More words mean more opportunities to be snide and acerbic.
Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I also mentioned that the other one was an experience that
"I'm pretty sure most of you haven't done."
Of course, now that I've built it up so much...
Now that it's finally going to happen...
You'll probably all give me a collective "Meh."
Ah well. Hopefully some of you will still enjoy it.
Oh, and speaking of bonus points....
OK, never mind…
You take all the time you want.
Bonus points awarded as follows:
GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes - dessert - 0 - tree - 6 points
GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes - 1 point for mutual disdain of certain veggies. 1 point for much rejoicing.
Contest points so far
GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes 17 points
Thank you, Thankyouverymuch….
Cementing my position squarely in the middle.
I attribute my success to blind luck and sheer incompetence.
Captain_Oblivious even went the taboo route
Well, what did you expect?
Mark is barely even house broken.
But I guess some of you know me better than I thought.
Montague, Andy and Rob all guessed...
The Richard Petty Driving Experience at Walt Disney World Speedway!
Where you can drive at speeds of up to 120mph!!!
I'm betting very few of you (if any) have done this.
You are correct sir!
I haven't either, but it was a good guess, wasn't it?
Besides, I've driven faster on the autobahn in Germany, so...
Horseshoes and hand- grenades
There was one thing that I noticed, too.
Only GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes noted the plastic bag
that I brought along with me.
And yet, failed to connect it to the actual outcome.
C'est la vie
I thought about buying $100 worth of balloons and handing them out to little kids.
But...
I suddenly had this vision...
...pkondz is surrounded by shouting parents and crying children.
You know... the usual.
It’s a gift
Both DDs wanted a balloon…
…At the end of our stay, they each gave their balloons to a family with two kids.
Well what’d ya’ know…
An “Ahhhh” moment that didn’t require a single photograph.
Your girls are heroes.
And a slow smile spread on my ugly mug.
Sorry? What's that you say?
For the first time in my life... I was "backstage".
“All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.”
Before we went any further,
Melissa asked me if I knew what size I was.
Oh my, but there are a large number of truly wrong comments that can be tied to that one.
Disney… remember, we’re at Disney… Behave.
"Hey! I don't know you." He shouts.
Well, it’s a good thing we finally got that straightened out.
But then again…
does anyone really know anyone?
Before we get started on the tour,
like (I think) every tour that goes backstage,
you are not allowed to take any photos.
Dang shame, but understandable…
Some secrets just shouldn’t be shared.
(Like the existence of “Tinker-Bill”)
I tried to remember everything that Melissa told us,
but if I make any mistakes, it's my faulty memory,
not Melissa's excellent tutelage.
Did you just say something?
The tour started outside the main building.
A trash compactor sat nearby and Melissa jokingly said that it was
"The Disney decompression chamber for divers."
Especially those with a pressing engagement.
The living seas is big.
No... It's BIG!
How big? If you could pick up Spaceship Earth,
it would fit inside the living seas aquarium.
Perfect.
The Jolly Green Giant should at least have to deal with a couple decent water hazards when playing that hole.
Don't ask me where they'd drain the water to!
Or what would happen to Nemo!
He’d be sleeping with the fishes
Oh, wait…
Never mind.
We were shown the food prep area.
They go through almost two tons of food each week.
So it’s about the equivalent of having to feed a couple of teenage boys, then?
I noted that the sharks were fed every other day.
I noted also that they'd been fed today.
I hopefully wouldn't have to worry about a Jaws-like scenario,
The tour is still young.
And no mention was made as to what the sharks were to be fed.
A young lady was busy readying bunches of Romaine lettuce.
That's what they were feeding the manatees.
I like Caesar salad, so I guess I have that in common with them.
That and being more round than angular.
A category into which I also fit nicely…
Or would that be snugly?
Inside the locker was a pair of neoprene booties
and a shorty.
Sound like the set-up for a borsht belt joke.
A shorty is a one piece neoprene garment that covers your torso,
upper arms (like a short sleeved shirt... but skin tight)
and upper legs (down to a couple of inches above the knee.)
Ohhhh…
Yaah ,that that paints a much different picture.
Hey! Now I know how you ladies feel
when you ask a guy to help you with your dress!
Not as romantic as I thought it would be.
Even though Melissa's husband was kinda cute.
You know... for a guy.... uh....
Cars! Sports! Tools! Toilet seats..... UP!
“See that Bears game last week?”
“Yeah. Hell of a game. Hell of a game.”
“Bears got a great team this year. They're gonna go all the way.”
The dolphins share the same water as the rest of the critters,
but they are separated from them by a divider.
Just as well. They'd probably eat the fish, kill the sharks
and tease the turtles mercilessly.
“So long and thanks for all the fish!”
Because it's time for...
More background!!!!
OK, time out…
That is a right harrowing list of Water Episodes right there.
That you then conquer any overpowering fears and got your diving certification is a monumental display of determination and will. You are to be commended sir
(and there won’t be a lot of snark getting tossed out through this part of the story line)
I clearly remember the smell of coconut scented suntan lotion.
(Nope. Not sunscreen. Suntan lotion.

I’m a man of that same time frame.
I was raised partly on the Fla coast, my grandparents lived a block from the water. Nearly all vacations and many, many weekends resulted in stretches of time on the sand. “Coppertone” is still what the smell of the beach is to me.
I don't remember whom I told, but I did tell someone to watch me.
At least you didn’t also ask them to hold on to your beer.
(sorry, couldn’t leave that one laying there… I do feel bad about it though)