Ah, this is the life. Sitting here in the sun, watching Monkston and her new friend, reading about young people in the future killing each other... life is good.
Unless of course you're
in the book... then, not so much.
I glance over at the earnest pool entertainment team
Was the pool named after Jim Varney? Cool.
trying desperately to get some kids to join their dance party.
I like that. Desperately trying to get kids to play.
"Okay, look. If you get more than 10 kids involved, we'll give you a bonus. Less than four and you're fired."
They do look a bit silly dancing so excitedly by themselves.
Yup. Definitely something on the line, there.
I think theyd better find a new game because I dont see any takers. It makes me feel kind of sorry for them.
Sorry? Or more like pointing your finger at them and laughing out loud?
Weve been so spoiled by all the space in the 1BR here.
Things do tend to spoil more quickly in the Florida heat.
Whoevers stuck with the balloon gets it popped over their head so they get soaked. Is that supposed to be fun?
Of course it is! Spoken like a woman with a mittfull of hair products up her sleeve??? Hmmmm?????? 'Cmon, fess up.
Monkston, I say. It looked like you had a great time. What was the best part?
Getting the balloon popped on my head.
See? Told ya.
We head up to the room and get ready for dinner. We can just skip over the particulars, except that Im excited to actually wear heels at Disney.
I have to admit. That's one I've never heard someone be excited about. Usually it's , "Oooh, Flower & Garden! " or "Yay! I got an ADR for Le Cellier!" or even, "I can't wait to ride _______".
"Yippee! I get to wear heels!", is not one I would expect to hear at Disney.
But now I know better.
One advantage to eating at ones resort is that you dont have to wear sneakers or flip-flops to dinner.
Isn't it nice when restaurants forego the 'No shoes, no service' policy?
As were walking over, I get a text from Sheena that theyre running late (LATE! L WORD!) and theyre waiting for a monorail.
And yet if someone said that to you back home, it would ring a little odd, no?
Im just going to take this is in stride. Remember, this is a Sheena-style vacation this year. No hurrying, no panicking, no schedules except for restaurant reservations
Umm.... <tap, tap, tap>... Laura?
Wait, this is a restaurant reservation!
There ya go.
And were unearly! Someone talk me down off the ledge.
Don't do it Laura! Don't jump! Think of your family! Think of your
readers!
I call on my inner-Sheena, approach the podium, and explain the situation to the cast member. She tells me theyre also running late and that it wont be a problem. She even hands me the buzzer.
Well, that was anticlimactic, wasnt it?
Yeah! What's with that? Couldn't you have included some screaming or maybe a fire or something?
Of course not! I say. No big deal. Look we even have the buzzer. I took care of everything!
Ahem.
Calm. Cool
and collected.
The second monorail got stuck for fifteen minutes. It took them two hours to travel 6 miles!
Squirrel on the track again?
I love the ambience here. Its very sophisticated, although it is a little on the loud side.
Usually, the two do
not go hand in hand... but this
is Disney after all.
Our server, lets call her Alice, arrives. She quickly dispenses cocktail napkins like a round of cards.
High napkin is the dealer.
Hold on there, Sheena. Some of us dont need a menu to decide on a drink.
That didn't come out quite right (for me) for some reason. It sounds like some of you drink so much and so often that you don't even need a menu.
Maybe that
is what you meant.
Alice is rushing us. I want to savor.
Savor after we get our drinks.

That's
how you savor.
Yes you do. Youll get the sustainable fish with edamame stew, same as every year.
How does the fish know to have babies before it's fried up?
How do you remember that?
Yes... how do you?
Sheena pretends to study the menu some more.
I cant decide on something for myself. Not having the dining plan has opened up a whole world of possibilities.
With the dining plan, Id order something expensive to get the most for my money. We wouldnt order an appetizer since its not included. Id force down dessert even if I were full because its free.
That's so true! "I'll have the filet."
"But you're a vegetarian!"
"I know, but it's the most expensive item on the menu. I'll just eat the side salad that comes with it."
I decide to get the Fall Harvest Salad (Heirloom Apples, Candied Walnuts, Midnight Moon Cheese, and Ice Wine Vinaigrette) as an appetizer (Whos not a fan of Midnight Moon Cheese?) and the Lump Crab-Florida Rock Shrimp Cakes (with Cucumber and Tomato Salsa and Remoulade Sauce) for an entrée.
Wow! That sounds good! And I have no idea what Midnight Moon Cheese is.
Mr. Squids glowing cocktail is quite a sight. He decides to take a movie of it.
I'm sorry. But I took one look at that pulsing concoction and immediately thought, "If someone drinks that, they
deserve to have an alien burst out of their chest!"
Mr. Squid agrees that his is weak too and steals some of my wine. Hey!
Never steal a woman's wine....
never.
I think Im getting the fish but dont say I told you so!
I'm sure the fish didn't say a word.
A couple years ago we had decided to try to hit all the parks, riding two rides in each, in one day. Mr. Squid and Sheena thought we were crazy but we were into the idea.
The real question is, why? Oh, I know, I know. Because it's there. Yeah, yeah.
We scarred the kids for life by going on Tower of Terror.
Yeah, it's good for that. Did that to DD11 (8 at the time). The next time we went, she took the chicken elevator down... and was scared that it too would drop like the ride.
This was biblical rain. No poncho could keep this rain out. I dont tour in torrential rain. Mr. Squid wonders if I melt if rain hits me.
It's the hair. Right?
Dinner arrives and everything was delicious.
Except for the salad with the not cracked up cheese and flavourless vinaigrette.
and he spends most of the time talking to Druid on his left.
Ah. Young love. To be in love and be in Disney. Magical.
She hands one flute to Mr. Squid, saying, Happy birthday! She picks up the other flute
and then hands it to Druid!

Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Druid offered to give me his champagne but I refused.
You two crazy kids enjoy your bubbly.
Perfect!

Thanks for the chapter, Laura.
