We arrive at Hollywood Studios and start walking toward the gate.
I usually sashay. But you go ahead and do what you gotta do.
We each have a must-do today.
I'm shocked that you would go out in public and muss your do.
oh,
must do... disregard.
I see you shaking your head, thinking what kind of random plan is that? Wheres Toy Story Mania? Wheres Tower of Terror? Wheres the most awesome roller coaster at Disney, Rock and Roller Coaster????
Nope. I just wanna know what else you did to fill the day.
We knew wed have to skip Toy Story since were getting here so late and these too chickens arent going on anything that has Terror, Tower or Coaster in the name. So random touring it is.
No Aerosmith? Actually my DW won't ride it anymore either, I don't think. The first (and last) time she rode it. She got out of the ride at the end and couldn't quite figure out why her vision was blurry. Then she found her contact lens stuck to her forehead.
We have no idea how it wound up there.
I like Toy Story, but I really dislike that pull-toy shooting mechanism. It makes my arm ache afterword and makes everyone look slightly
hmmm
how do I put this without sounding naughty? Never mind. My parents may be listening.
Young boys seem to be very good at this game. They play it over and over and over again.
Some of 'em like to ride Toy Story too.
And we're off??? Isn't that a Nebo trademarked phrase? Did you ask permission to use it? You might be in some trouble here young lady.
Im a fast walker by nature.
Me too.
As many times as I tell myself that Im only as quick as the slowest member of my party, I cant seem to slow down enough to match their pace.

You sound like me when I'm stuck in traffic. "You're only as slow as the moron at the front of the line."
Now that I have a mission, Im even faster.
But only if you chose to accept it. Otherwise it will self destruct in 5 seconds.
I pull my daughter quickly through the crowds, weaving in and out of the slowpokes, the strollers, the lost and confused.
I think you've just described a way of identifying Disers from non.
Mommy, Im tired. Cant we slow down?
Slow down??? Where does she think she is? This is
Disney! Slow down when you get back home.
Nope. Sorry. Well slow down later. Look. Theres the theater. You can wait with Daddy.
Atta girl.
Just a little more fast walking and then we can relax you guys.
Hah!
Josh from easywdw.com: I see were making a little progress here. At least youre actually using a fastpass and you seem to have some sort of plan, pathetic as it is.
Laura74: Im sure you dont look at all pathetic walking around taking pictures of fastpass return signs.
Josh: Its important work Laura74. Please dont make a mockery of it. And please feel free to visit www.easywdw.com. Thank you.
pkondz is sitting idly by. Sipping a glass of wine. He calmly, slowly, deliberately rises from his chair, saunters casually over to Josh. And stuffs the cork in his pie hole.
There, doesn't everyone feel better now?
We get back to the theater just in time. Aaaaaaah seats. Aaaaaaah air conditioning.
There's not much better than coming into air conditioning out of the Florida heat.
The judges come out and I recognize the mean one from last year. As I recall he was just Disney mean though, and didnt really say anything that would hurt anyones feelings. He mostly mocked their clothes.
Mocks their clothes? I can imagine, considering the average tourist wear that you normally see in the park that he must have a field day. I've never been to AIE and don't know if I ever will. Oh, probably some day.
The first contestant is a teenage guy singing Mercy Me and he does a good job. Hes on key and he gives it a nice modern edge. He seems a bit too pleased with himself though, a bit too smug. I hope one of the other two are better so I dont have to vote for him.
Ugh. Smugness. I know I can come across that way from time to time. But that's because I've earned it!!!!
Kidding! Kidding! Ow! Stop it! I'm
kidding!!!
Sheesh.
Anyway, what I was going to say before I got pelted, was I probably would've voted for someone else, no matter how good he was, if he was doing the smug dance.
Who goes flying out of his chair. Writhing on the floor, an ambulance is called and he's carted away.
Some people just don't know their own strength.
She starts singing and oh my goodness. She is off key. Really off key. Off the charts off key.
And this from someone who professes not to have an ear for music.
The poor thing. I feel terrible for her. She probably cant hear herself now but shell have to watch that video at the end. Awwww.
Well... maybe she's so off key because she's got the same ear you do. Maybe she'll listen and think, "Wow, I was really good. I don't know why I didn't win."
I've seen the TV show, and I'm sure some people think that.
He tells her that thats 3 minutes of his life hes not getting back and that he wants to remove his ears.
More ears. Maybe that's why they sell those Mickey ears all over the place?
What happened to Disney mean? That was MEAN mean.
What?
I mean what do you mean? Mean, mean I mean. Know what I mean?
I imagine his reaction. Youre going to do what? You want to write a report? About vacation? For fun?

I know just what you mean. I usually tell people that I'm writing a blog. No one seems to question that.
I look at Mr. Squid. Hes not clapping. He refuses to clap along with the audience because theyre doing it wrong.
I think in this case, majority rules. If everyone's clapping on the wrong count... then doesn't that make it the
right count?
How do you tell what the 1 and 3 are?
Ask Monkston. She'll tell you that 1 and 3 equals four. Try counting on your fingers, it helps.
Trust me, I know.
Don't ask me to do more than 10 though.
I look at Monkston and shes happily clapping along, clearly enjoying the performance.
And that right there makes it alllll worth while.
Monkston taps my arm and tells me shes voting for her. Good girl, I think to myself. Cant let that smirky kid win.
After the show, we walk over to Sci Fi Dine-in for lunch. This is our first visit here because previously we have always been on the dining plan and I didnt think it made good use of our credits.
Hm. We went there with free Dining... because we wanted to.
We check in and I go off in search of the restroom while Monkston and Mr. Squid wait near the podium.
I walk in the ladies room and I spot the American Idol winner! Wow! Celebrity sighting at Disney!
Hey, congratulations! I say. You were great! My daughter and I voted for you!
She looks a little uneasy with my gushing. Um, thanks.
Well, if you're in a restroom and gushing, I'd be uneasy too.
I give the hostess my name and ask if shes seated the rest of my party. She checks her chart and asks me to follow her.
I wonder what it was she was looking at on her chart that made her think they'd been seated? "Hm, I have these circles around these tables... I guess that means this lady's family have either been sat or didn't want to be near her uncute top."
She said it, not me.
We go into the dining room and man is it dark! Its darker than the San Angel Inn! For the second time today, I think of my unmet friend Nebo and wonder how he would fare walking around here.
Well considering that he can't see unless it's high noon on a cloudless day during summer solstice.... Yeah, I'll buy that.
She walks over to an empty table. Not there.

Yup. Odds are that they are not going to be at a table where there's no one there. Did she stop and point to the empty chairs and ask, "Is this them?"
Up and down the aisles we go. My eyes try to adjust to the dark. I dont see them anywhere.
They're at another table that has no people at it.
Back to the waiting area we go. Theyre not here either. I head outside to call Mr. Squids cell and there they are. Right outside the door.
Hmmm. Didnt think to check there.
That's just like my DW. If I turn around, she disappears. She's really good at doing that too.
1. Nice hair.
2. Nice picture... very nice in fact.
3. I'm a guy, I can't judge whether a shirt is cute or not.

4. I'm a guy, I
can judge whether or not a
woman wearing that shirt is cute or not.
What is a picnic burger you ask? Heres allears description: flame broiled Angus burger patty topped with grilled hot dog, sauerkraut, and sauteed onions, drizzled with ketchup, mustard and crowned with a pickle spear, served with a choice of cucumber salad or french fries.
Sounds pretty weird, doesnt it? Ive heard good reviews though, so what the heck.
Sounds like it could be really good... or really, really bad. One of those, "You won't know unless you try it" kinda meals.
Mr. Squid asks me what Im getting and I tell him.
He stares at me like Ive lost my mind.
Youre getting what?
A burger with a hot dog on top. Doesnt that sound cool?
That sounds disgusting.

Especially if you only order salads as a rule. He probably wanted to know who you were and what you'd done with the real Laura.
Apparently we should all have rotary phones with big TV screens attached to them.
Apparently? You mean you don't have one yet? Where have you
been?
Im not even going to try to pick this thing up because surely it will end up on my shirt, and cute though it is not, it will be made worse splattered with ketchup and sauerkraut.
Oh, yeah. That's hot. Nothing says sexy like a shirt splattered with condiments. Oh, baby. I swoon just thinking about it.
And if the tag fairy sees this, I'm in deep, deep trouble.
Its huge and I can only finish half of it.
So would you say then that you ate an entire burger? Or an entire hotdog?
Monkston is enjoying her umpteenth cheese pizza

Sounds like our last visit. I think DD8 had mac 'n cheese for every single meal... every. single. day.
Were too full to order dessert, so we pay our $137 check and walk over to Star Tours.
I think it's sad when people are too full for dessert. Perhaps there ought to be a support group of some sort. Undereaters anonymous, maybe.
"Hi, my name is Bob and I'm an undereater."
"<Hi Bob!>"
"Last week, I had free dining... and I didn't eat dessert... not once... but twice."
"<gasp!!!>"
I really like the improvements to this. It was fun and as close to a thrill ride as these two will allow.
Some day I'll try the new Star Tours. Is it really that much better?
We have one more must-do before we head over to the Boardwalk. The Great Movie Ride, Mr. Squids second favorite attraction after Carousel of Progress. Hey, he walks to the beat of a different drum.
The ho-hum drum? Wait, let me guess. His favorite ice cream is vanilla. Right? Right? I'm right, right? Right.
Has anyone else noticed how the imagineers phoned it in when it came to creating female animatronics?
Take a look at Mary Poppins.
Hey! Who's the dude dressed up like a woman?
Cool! How does she look now?
Mommy, I cant understand what shes saying.
Sshhhhh.
We spend the rest of the ride not understanding anything Charo is saying.
I love the way you shush her so you can go on not understanding Charo undisturbed.
I think maybe she would have been better suited to playing Pooh over at the Animation Academy.
Or having pooh flung at her?
We decide to walk to the Boardwalk rather than take the boat. I need to burn a few calories after that lunch.
Calories? On vacation? Me no unnerstand.
Great chapter Laura!
