AlexandNessa
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We woke up at about 2am to some very rowdy people coming in from what was probably City Walk. They were screaming and pounding on doors, and just all around not very neighborly neighbors. Their parents would not have been proud.
We knew that wed have to be out of our room by 11 to move to our new room with a better view, so we lazily got up about 9 and started repacking what little we had unpacked. I had breakfast in the Club Lounge, Mike grabbed his diet cokes, and we trekked down to the front desk, leaving our luggage in our room as instructed. Our new room wasnt ready yet, so we went to the parks. Before we did, we casually asked the front desk if there was any turn-over on our wing that morning, as we couldnt handle another night like the one wed had before with our rowdy, rowdy neighbors.
The front desk lady didnt seem to care. She said she didnt know and said if it happened again, we should call security.
Ya think?
So, it was off to Universal Studios today.
First was Jimmy Neutron. I love the Chicken Dance at the end of this one, and it makes me sad when people dont clap along to the Chicken Dance.
The Chicken Dance on vacation! What could be more fun or silly? Instead, we were with a bunch of goobers who didnt get the all around feel good from the Chicken Dance.
Since I was sad, Mike said the next time we are in line for Jimmy Neutron and I suspect that the crowd is a big bunch of goobers, I should make everyone raise his or her right hand and take a solemn oath before entering the ride.
Good idea.
Repeat after me:
I do hereby acknowledge that I am on vacation, and on my death bed I will never regret clapping along to the Chicken Dance at the end of Jimmy Neutron. And so I will clap for the love of all things Universal and for the sole entertainment of Jodie. Amen.
Got it? Thanks for your cooperation!
We wanted to do some shows next, and were trying to see The Blues Brothers. But alas, the street where Finnegans and the Mummy are on was a-buzz with some movie stuff. Or so we thought. We watched for a while and there were cars at the stop light, and some poor out-of-shape guy running across the intersection, and some couples walking out of a building. Over and over again.
And over and over again.
Some curmudgeonly couple behind us said, This was boring earlier in the day, and its boring now!
Wheres the action, people?! I hear them yelling action, but theres no action to me!
They are interrupting our Blues Brothers show! Whats going on?
We asked an employee what the buzz was about and he said they were shooting a Buick commercial. They were still having the Blues Brothers, but he didnt know where.
I dont like Buicks now. Buick messed up my universe for one day on vacation.
Ok, not a whole day. Maybe I would still buy one.
If Tiger Woods came with the car.
So, instead we headed off to Animal Planet Live, or was it Stupid Pet Tricks or Animal Planet on Video? There was nothing special about this one at all, and the only reason we did it was because we hadnt seen it before. Ultimately, we wanted 20 minutes of our lives back. This was a sleeper, and if you need to skip something at Universal, this would be it!
So far my day at Universal had not been a penultimate one. No fellow Chicken Dance fanatics. The Blues Brothers replaced by a boring Buick commercial. Animal Planet Live was a dud. Whats a good pick me up?
The Mummy!
Really, how cool is the Mummy? Mike and I like to have tickle fights when the scarabs come down to make it feel like the scarabs are running across your legs.
Note that this only works well while wearing shorts or your legs are otherwise bare. I find you dont get the full effect when your partner had stubby nails and youre wearing pants. You just cant feel it as much. So make note and plan ahead!
Next it was on to MIB. Neither one of us could line up our guns, and we both shot paltry scores.
Embarrassing! We needed to get our groove back, fast.
We went on again, and didnt do much better. Tails between our legs, we had the nerve to ride a third time in a row. Getting better now, but we just cant seem to get over 400K. Hmmpphh.
We called it a day on MIB, and moved on to Shrek. On the way from MIB to Shrek, I kept asking Mike if we could ride the Tower of Terror.
I need to ride the Tower of Terror! Wheres the Tower of Terror?
Some unsuspecting gentleman told me that there was Dr. Dooms Fearfall in IOA, but that was as close to the Tower of Terror I was going to get.
I thanked him kindly.
We did Shrek and then the Horror Make-up Show. The HMS is one of my favorites, and its always good for a few laughs. Mark James looked at me during the show and asked, Hey, didnt I see you on Girls Gone Wild? Love your work!
Dont like to be picked on? Dont sit in the front row at the Horror Make-up Show!
We headed back to the RPR to see our new room with our new and improved view. We stopped at the front desk, and our room was ready. We traded in our room keys and were told the bellman would meet us upstairs and give us our new room keys.
Not so fast! We got to the elevators and realized we needed a key to access the club floor on the elevators. So we went back to the front desk, and she pulled our old keys out of the garbage.
We arrived at our new Room 3712. I took a peak at the view: both water view and park view.
Oh yeah! Thats what Im talking about!
Mike didnt seem so happy. Instead, he had that look he gives me when Ive eaten the last cookie that he wanted.
Whats the matter?
Jodie, the sink and the tub and the toilet are all together in one room.
This makes both of us sad, because despite how immodest Mike and I are with each other, there are just some things you shouldnt do in the bathroom when your loved one is brushing his teeth.
I checked out the bathroom and realized we were in a handicapped room. The shower had 2 heads. One low head that was small and meek and another that was detachable.
We actually pondered this for some time, like we were trying to solve a puzzle.
We put on the shower for a while.
We turned it off.
We turned it back on.
We turned it off.
We turned it back on and let it run.
We turned it off again.
Whats Mikes and my most favorite thing about the RPR?
The water pressure!
In the handicapped room, the shower pressure was half that of our old room. We know. We tried to get the shower pressure up seven ways till Sunday. This made us sad.
Mike said, Are you really going to look out the window all that much?
Do you mean we have to go back downstairs and tell them we want our old room back?
Yes, youll just have to look left at the resort and not right at the highway.
Ok, how do we do this without looking like a couple of PINTAs?
We were on the VIP list last visit. Now, well be off the VIP list for ever and ever, never to see it ever again.
Well play it diplomatically. Follow my lead.
We leave our luggage in room 3712 and shlep back down to the front desk.
Mike, in his most diplomatic voice explains that we didnt know our new room was a handicapped room, and were not comfortable staying in it since wed rather leave it open for someone who may need it. After all, Mike equated staying in a handicapped room to parking in a handicapped spot. Good one.
Not a problem. She reprinted our old keys. We turned in our keys to room 3712. We headed back upstairs.
One problem.
Our luggage was locked was in room 3712.
How can we possibly go downstairs and face these people again?
We tried to explain the situation to housekeeping. We dont blame them for pretending not to understand us.
So, we tried our friends in the Club Lounge. They like us there. Rebekah was able to call us in a favor and get a key printed so we could get our luggage out of 3712 and back to 3753. We were too embarrassed to ask for more help with our luggage so we lugged it ourselves.
By our count, we now had 30 minutes to unpack and get dressed for the night. It was almost Beer Oclock in the Club Lounge!
Happily eating some grilled chicken and chick pea salad with a Miller Lite, I asked my good friend Shannan in the Club Lounge if she knew anything about City Jazz Goes Bonkers. She said shed make a call and find out.
Shannan came back to our table with 2 fresh beers to tell us that City Jazz was having private parties Friday and Saturday nights at 8, but the shows would be open to everyone for the 11 Oclock seating. We opted to see the 11 Oclock show this night, Friday. Shannan put our name on the list, to make sure wed be able to get in.
Some nice man came in to the lounge complaining about his M&Ms that he had taken out of his mini bar. I dont know what was wrong with them, but he didnt want to pay the $10 million charge for a bag of nasty peanut M&Ms and asked if the club room staff could help. He was a little embarrassed.
I said, Dont be embarrassed. One time we were late to the Hoop-De-Doo Review because my cousin Timmy locked his Skittles in the safe with everyones money and credit cards and he couldnt remember the combination.
What?
Nothing.
Hey, before I ask you guys this, what room are you in?
3753.
Did you hear that that ruckus last night? Man, I called Security on those people! I heard this couple fighting and then there were two guys, and they had ordered room service and I heard plates breaking.
Is that what we heard?!
The rowdy couple was in 3750. Mike wanted to commemorate it.
Then another couple sitting next to us, Larry and Joan from the panhandle of Florida, said they heard it too, and they saw maintenance spackling and painting in our part of the hallway that morning.
Then Denise from the Club Lounge promised that they had been escorted out of the hotel and were checked out. She said that another man had come between a couple and the two men were fighting.
That wouldnt be the only excitement in the Club Lounge during our visit.
Shannan gave us a special paper with our names and room number and our reservation for City Jazz. I noticed that they still had us in room 3712, so I talked to Denise who is the manager in the Lounge, and asked her to make sure our room was straight in the system. She said shed take care of it.
Since we needed a City Walk pass to get into City Jazz, we decided to club hop this night.
We started out at our old favorite, Pat OBriens. The pianos didnt start dueling there until later, so we had a few drinks and were going to take off for Bob Marleys. Before heading out, I went to the ladies room and on my way there I saw our good friends Melissa and Steve from Velvet Sessions sitting at a table in the corner.
I went over to their table to say a quick hello, and I gave Melissa a hug. She was excited to see us.
Or at least she seemed to be.
Steve said to Melissa, You know people on vacation?
Melissa said, Dont you remember Mike and Jodie from last night?
He didnt.
He got a hug anyway.
We took off for Bob Marleys and had a few drinks there as well. There wasnt much in the way of dancing and there werent any bands and the upstairs was closed for a private party, so we left after a bit.
I decided it was time to eat again to absorb some of these beers since the comedy club wasnt till 11. I actually got Mike to eat at NASCAR café. We took a look at the menu, and everything looked good.
We chatted up our bartender. I asked him if he remembered when Dale Earnhardt died. He didnt remember, and I said that was OK. I was just curious. I thought hed drop it at that point (I did), but he was making some phone calls to find out for me.
Mike and I are now feeling guilty as he was still on this mission and wed moved on to what exactly we were going to share on the menu. We opted for fish and chips (because you can never eat enough fries on vacation) and a skewer of shrimp on the side.
Our bartender came back with the skinny: February 2001. What? Oh, when Dale Earnhardt died. Right!
He took our order, and it came out 10 minutes later. He had given me a full shrimp skewer dinner with broccoli and wild rice. Wed just wanted the little skewer on the side. Thats all right. Mike and I pick off each others plates. My mom thinks were the same person sometimes.
We left a nice tip, and our bartender sent us on our way with fresh free beers for the road in plastic cups. Awesome!
We still had time before the Comedy Club, so we headed back to Pats, which was now packed. I was hoping our friends Melissa and Steve were still there because they told us earlier that we could join them. But, alas, they were gone.
We headed over to the Comedy Club at City Jazz.
Too bad I cant tell you a blessed thing about it because I actually fell asleep during the show. Mike said it was bad and the comics were terrible. He said it wasnt worth waking me up for.
We had to call it a night at that point, and headed back to the RPR.
Can you handle a Day 3?
We knew that wed have to be out of our room by 11 to move to our new room with a better view, so we lazily got up about 9 and started repacking what little we had unpacked. I had breakfast in the Club Lounge, Mike grabbed his diet cokes, and we trekked down to the front desk, leaving our luggage in our room as instructed. Our new room wasnt ready yet, so we went to the parks. Before we did, we casually asked the front desk if there was any turn-over on our wing that morning, as we couldnt handle another night like the one wed had before with our rowdy, rowdy neighbors.
The front desk lady didnt seem to care. She said she didnt know and said if it happened again, we should call security.
Ya think?
So, it was off to Universal Studios today.
First was Jimmy Neutron. I love the Chicken Dance at the end of this one, and it makes me sad when people dont clap along to the Chicken Dance.
The Chicken Dance on vacation! What could be more fun or silly? Instead, we were with a bunch of goobers who didnt get the all around feel good from the Chicken Dance.
Since I was sad, Mike said the next time we are in line for Jimmy Neutron and I suspect that the crowd is a big bunch of goobers, I should make everyone raise his or her right hand and take a solemn oath before entering the ride.
Good idea.
Repeat after me:
I do hereby acknowledge that I am on vacation, and on my death bed I will never regret clapping along to the Chicken Dance at the end of Jimmy Neutron. And so I will clap for the love of all things Universal and for the sole entertainment of Jodie. Amen.
Got it? Thanks for your cooperation!
We wanted to do some shows next, and were trying to see The Blues Brothers. But alas, the street where Finnegans and the Mummy are on was a-buzz with some movie stuff. Or so we thought. We watched for a while and there were cars at the stop light, and some poor out-of-shape guy running across the intersection, and some couples walking out of a building. Over and over again.
And over and over again.
Some curmudgeonly couple behind us said, This was boring earlier in the day, and its boring now!
Wheres the action, people?! I hear them yelling action, but theres no action to me!
They are interrupting our Blues Brothers show! Whats going on?
We asked an employee what the buzz was about and he said they were shooting a Buick commercial. They were still having the Blues Brothers, but he didnt know where.
I dont like Buicks now. Buick messed up my universe for one day on vacation.
Ok, not a whole day. Maybe I would still buy one.
If Tiger Woods came with the car.
So, instead we headed off to Animal Planet Live, or was it Stupid Pet Tricks or Animal Planet on Video? There was nothing special about this one at all, and the only reason we did it was because we hadnt seen it before. Ultimately, we wanted 20 minutes of our lives back. This was a sleeper, and if you need to skip something at Universal, this would be it!
So far my day at Universal had not been a penultimate one. No fellow Chicken Dance fanatics. The Blues Brothers replaced by a boring Buick commercial. Animal Planet Live was a dud. Whats a good pick me up?
The Mummy!
Really, how cool is the Mummy? Mike and I like to have tickle fights when the scarabs come down to make it feel like the scarabs are running across your legs.
Note that this only works well while wearing shorts or your legs are otherwise bare. I find you dont get the full effect when your partner had stubby nails and youre wearing pants. You just cant feel it as much. So make note and plan ahead!
Next it was on to MIB. Neither one of us could line up our guns, and we both shot paltry scores.
Embarrassing! We needed to get our groove back, fast.
We went on again, and didnt do much better. Tails between our legs, we had the nerve to ride a third time in a row. Getting better now, but we just cant seem to get over 400K. Hmmpphh.
We called it a day on MIB, and moved on to Shrek. On the way from MIB to Shrek, I kept asking Mike if we could ride the Tower of Terror.
I need to ride the Tower of Terror! Wheres the Tower of Terror?
Some unsuspecting gentleman told me that there was Dr. Dooms Fearfall in IOA, but that was as close to the Tower of Terror I was going to get.
I thanked him kindly.
We did Shrek and then the Horror Make-up Show. The HMS is one of my favorites, and its always good for a few laughs. Mark James looked at me during the show and asked, Hey, didnt I see you on Girls Gone Wild? Love your work!
Dont like to be picked on? Dont sit in the front row at the Horror Make-up Show!
We headed back to the RPR to see our new room with our new and improved view. We stopped at the front desk, and our room was ready. We traded in our room keys and were told the bellman would meet us upstairs and give us our new room keys.
Not so fast! We got to the elevators and realized we needed a key to access the club floor on the elevators. So we went back to the front desk, and she pulled our old keys out of the garbage.
We arrived at our new Room 3712. I took a peak at the view: both water view and park view.
Oh yeah! Thats what Im talking about!
Mike didnt seem so happy. Instead, he had that look he gives me when Ive eaten the last cookie that he wanted.
Whats the matter?
Jodie, the sink and the tub and the toilet are all together in one room.
This makes both of us sad, because despite how immodest Mike and I are with each other, there are just some things you shouldnt do in the bathroom when your loved one is brushing his teeth.
I checked out the bathroom and realized we were in a handicapped room. The shower had 2 heads. One low head that was small and meek and another that was detachable.
We actually pondered this for some time, like we were trying to solve a puzzle.
We put on the shower for a while.
We turned it off.
We turned it back on.
We turned it off.
We turned it back on and let it run.
We turned it off again.
Whats Mikes and my most favorite thing about the RPR?
The water pressure!
In the handicapped room, the shower pressure was half that of our old room. We know. We tried to get the shower pressure up seven ways till Sunday. This made us sad.
Mike said, Are you really going to look out the window all that much?
Do you mean we have to go back downstairs and tell them we want our old room back?
Yes, youll just have to look left at the resort and not right at the highway.
Ok, how do we do this without looking like a couple of PINTAs?
We were on the VIP list last visit. Now, well be off the VIP list for ever and ever, never to see it ever again.
Well play it diplomatically. Follow my lead.
We leave our luggage in room 3712 and shlep back down to the front desk.
Mike, in his most diplomatic voice explains that we didnt know our new room was a handicapped room, and were not comfortable staying in it since wed rather leave it open for someone who may need it. After all, Mike equated staying in a handicapped room to parking in a handicapped spot. Good one.
Not a problem. She reprinted our old keys. We turned in our keys to room 3712. We headed back upstairs.
One problem.
Our luggage was locked was in room 3712.
How can we possibly go downstairs and face these people again?
We tried to explain the situation to housekeeping. We dont blame them for pretending not to understand us.
So, we tried our friends in the Club Lounge. They like us there. Rebekah was able to call us in a favor and get a key printed so we could get our luggage out of 3712 and back to 3753. We were too embarrassed to ask for more help with our luggage so we lugged it ourselves.
By our count, we now had 30 minutes to unpack and get dressed for the night. It was almost Beer Oclock in the Club Lounge!
Happily eating some grilled chicken and chick pea salad with a Miller Lite, I asked my good friend Shannan in the Club Lounge if she knew anything about City Jazz Goes Bonkers. She said shed make a call and find out.
Shannan came back to our table with 2 fresh beers to tell us that City Jazz was having private parties Friday and Saturday nights at 8, but the shows would be open to everyone for the 11 Oclock seating. We opted to see the 11 Oclock show this night, Friday. Shannan put our name on the list, to make sure wed be able to get in.
Some nice man came in to the lounge complaining about his M&Ms that he had taken out of his mini bar. I dont know what was wrong with them, but he didnt want to pay the $10 million charge for a bag of nasty peanut M&Ms and asked if the club room staff could help. He was a little embarrassed.
I said, Dont be embarrassed. One time we were late to the Hoop-De-Doo Review because my cousin Timmy locked his Skittles in the safe with everyones money and credit cards and he couldnt remember the combination.
What?
Nothing.
Hey, before I ask you guys this, what room are you in?
3753.
Did you hear that that ruckus last night? Man, I called Security on those people! I heard this couple fighting and then there were two guys, and they had ordered room service and I heard plates breaking.
Is that what we heard?!
The rowdy couple was in 3750. Mike wanted to commemorate it.
Then another couple sitting next to us, Larry and Joan from the panhandle of Florida, said they heard it too, and they saw maintenance spackling and painting in our part of the hallway that morning.
Then Denise from the Club Lounge promised that they had been escorted out of the hotel and were checked out. She said that another man had come between a couple and the two men were fighting.
That wouldnt be the only excitement in the Club Lounge during our visit.
Shannan gave us a special paper with our names and room number and our reservation for City Jazz. I noticed that they still had us in room 3712, so I talked to Denise who is the manager in the Lounge, and asked her to make sure our room was straight in the system. She said shed take care of it.
Since we needed a City Walk pass to get into City Jazz, we decided to club hop this night.
We started out at our old favorite, Pat OBriens. The pianos didnt start dueling there until later, so we had a few drinks and were going to take off for Bob Marleys. Before heading out, I went to the ladies room and on my way there I saw our good friends Melissa and Steve from Velvet Sessions sitting at a table in the corner.
I went over to their table to say a quick hello, and I gave Melissa a hug. She was excited to see us.
Or at least she seemed to be.
Steve said to Melissa, You know people on vacation?
Melissa said, Dont you remember Mike and Jodie from last night?
He didnt.
He got a hug anyway.
We took off for Bob Marleys and had a few drinks there as well. There wasnt much in the way of dancing and there werent any bands and the upstairs was closed for a private party, so we left after a bit.
I decided it was time to eat again to absorb some of these beers since the comedy club wasnt till 11. I actually got Mike to eat at NASCAR café. We took a look at the menu, and everything looked good.
We chatted up our bartender. I asked him if he remembered when Dale Earnhardt died. He didnt remember, and I said that was OK. I was just curious. I thought hed drop it at that point (I did), but he was making some phone calls to find out for me.
Mike and I are now feeling guilty as he was still on this mission and wed moved on to what exactly we were going to share on the menu. We opted for fish and chips (because you can never eat enough fries on vacation) and a skewer of shrimp on the side.
Our bartender came back with the skinny: February 2001. What? Oh, when Dale Earnhardt died. Right!
He took our order, and it came out 10 minutes later. He had given me a full shrimp skewer dinner with broccoli and wild rice. Wed just wanted the little skewer on the side. Thats all right. Mike and I pick off each others plates. My mom thinks were the same person sometimes.
We left a nice tip, and our bartender sent us on our way with fresh free beers for the road in plastic cups. Awesome!
We still had time before the Comedy Club, so we headed back to Pats, which was now packed. I was hoping our friends Melissa and Steve were still there because they told us earlier that we could join them. But, alas, they were gone.
We headed over to the Comedy Club at City Jazz.
Too bad I cant tell you a blessed thing about it because I actually fell asleep during the show. Mike said it was bad and the comics were terrible. He said it wasnt worth waking me up for.
We had to call it a night at that point, and headed back to the RPR.
Can you handle a Day 3?
