amazingact21
Upendi
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- Nov 6, 2010
Why, what is this? An update from Alicia????
I know it has been a month since I touched this TR, and I would understand if nobody even remembers this little thing. It wasn't very polite to leave it just hanging in the thread pages, halfway done, but I just had to take a DISboards break.
Alex and I moved in the middle of the month, and I had to devot all my time to packing, then unpacking, then buying house items. It was stressful and chaotic, and I didn't have much time for signing onto the boards. However, the house is pretty much finished and my life is returning to somewhat normal, and I feel like I can pump the rest of this TR out in no time.
So, once again, my apologies for deserting the boards for a bit. (If it helps, I haven't even thought of my upcoming trip since early November.)
Early Afternoon of May 9th:
Alex and I walked back into Future World and stopped at a shady spot to put on some sunscreen. DH is very vigilant about preventing sunburns, and surprisingly enough, both of us managed to avoid it the whole time we were down there. And if you take a glance at my pictures, you'll see that I'm extremely fair skinned and burn when I go for 15 minute runs. So for me to have been out in the Orlando sun all day for 4 days and not get a spot of red on me was a miracle.
After that was done, I dragged DH to our next adventure. It was an attraction that I'd read about on other people's TRs, and I wanted to finally check it out for myself.
The Seas with Nemo and friends!
Before we went inside, we stood around the entrance for a few minutes. I wanted desperately to hear the seagulls chirp, "Mine!" but they just were not cooperating with me. I was starting to see sweat beads form on DH's forehead and could feel the heat getting to me, as well. It was the hottest part of the day, after all, and I knew once we walked inside cool air conditioning would greet us.
So, sadly, I ushered DH forward and took one last look at the seagulls.
And then...
"Mine! Mine! Mine!"
Right when I turned my back on them, those sneaky little birds let out their declarations.
DH turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
"Happy now?"
"Absolutely. Wasn't that cool? You have to admit-that was pretty cool."
DH laughed. "Yeah, it was."
As we walked into the queue, I saw the ride's informational sign:
It brought on a whole new smile.
One of the million things I love about WDW is that no detail is too small for Imagineers.
Guests don't merely board cars or buggies or seats.
They get on clamobiles.
(My favorite is doom buggies.)
The line for the ride went on and on, but I entertained myself with all the scenery.
I think it is wonderfully creative and neat that the hand rails for the line look as if the salt has rusted them.
My only negative about the Seas experience was that the queue line was way too dark. I kept banging my hips on the rail, because I couldn't see where I was going. I have terrible eyesight to begin with, but throw darkness on me and I'm all but blind. I mean, it's so bad, that I avoid driving at night if I can, and when I do I have to wear these special glasses.
So, I was like a lost puppy in that line. It was only at the end, when you hop aboard the moving escalator to get in your clamobile that I got my orientation back and knew where the heck I was going.
Speaking of clamobile:
I love doom buggies' name, but clamobiles are my favorite seat to ride in. I'm not sure why.
I just love that the shell opens up and lets you climb aboard; then when it shuts, it feels like you are in this protective cocoon while you explore the ocean.
DH and I both enjoyed spending time with Nemo and the gang, especially the jellyfish part. I always get this weightless feeling in a dark ride when everything's black except for the objects being focused on. (Like in Peter Pan's Flight when you're taking off into the night sky among the stars.)
After exiting the attraction, we both went up the escalator to the aquarium. I find the tanks very relaxing and could stare at them for hours, so I planted myself in front of one of the big glass windows and prepared to settle in for a nice long "fish-gazing" session.
DH, on the other hand, doesn't like to stand still for very long, so he left me to my own devices and went to explore the rest of the showcases. Plus, he didn't see much need to view the aquarium when we have a beautiful one where we live. We're about twenty minutes away from a "gulfarium" that hosts dolphin, sea lions, and penguin shows. So to spend precious Disney time looking at fish was a bit wasteful, in his opinion.
I didn't mind being deserted, though. I spotted the sea turtles and stingrays and several variety of fish.
I'm not sure how long I was at the tanks, but DH eventually returned to get me. He knew I wouldn't leave without being told to. He took me to the manatee room, where we saw a CM feeding the two rescue animals.
I know a lot of people love manatees, and I understand they are an endangered species, but having lived in Central FL and encountering them on a daily basis...I just don't get them.
I suppose it's like me and fish. You either like it or you don't.
DH had found some smaller tanks downstairs that he thought I would like, so we made our way there.
We first went into an informational room, where I took a sea-life quiz with Mr. Ray. The questions were a bit more challenging than I expected, which was a pleasant surprise. I just assumed the test was designed for young children, but that definitely not the case.
Unfortunately, while I was in the room I made a goof.
I crossed the room to tell DH about the quiz and saw someone with their back turned wearing a light red shirt, looking at some display case.
I went right up next to them, almost putting my hand on their shoulder, and said, "I did pretty good on that quiz!"
The person who turned to me was not DH!
Aaaaahhhhh!.
Me and my poor eyesight.
I mistook the stranger's red shirt for DH's orange shirt, and started talking to this man like I'd known him for years.
He looked at me like I had 3 eyes then walked away really fast to go stand next to this girl he was with.
I was so embarrassed!
DH came strolling around the corner and almost laughed at the expression I had on my face. It was a mix of shame, confusion, and amusement.
I told him what had happened, and he burst out laughing.
"That poor man! He probably went over to that girl and was like, 'You meet all these crazies at these theme parks. I told you we shouldn't have come here!'"
What made it worse was that they seemed to follow us everywhere we went. That guy probably thought I was nuts.
But, hey, it makes for a great story, right?
Remember that time you chummied up with that stranger at Epcot?
In an effort to stop the incessant blushing filling my cheeks, DH told me about a starfish that was hanging out on one of the tank's glasses.
Naturally, that was just the cure I needed from overcoming an embarrassing act.
I followed DH into another room, and together we began searching the tanks to see if the starfish was still on the glass.
After circling the third tank we came upon, DH spotted it:
My only response was: "I want a starfish like that!"
It was tiny, about the size of my nail, and it seemed perfectly content hanging out on display for all the WDW guests to ooh and aah over.
I looked at DH and could see that he was about fished out. Being polite, he didn't mention his boredom, but I felt like I had made him suffer enough.
"You know, looking at all this water makes me want to swim. What do you say we take a break from the parks and go hang out by the pool for a bit?"
It wasn't even 1 yet, but I was ready to take a break.
DH thought about it, then said, "Sure, but can we stop at one more place before we leave?"
Sure...
Where?
Up Next:Sum of all Segways.
I know it has been a month since I touched this TR, and I would understand if nobody even remembers this little thing. It wasn't very polite to leave it just hanging in the thread pages, halfway done, but I just had to take a DISboards break.
Alex and I moved in the middle of the month, and I had to devot all my time to packing, then unpacking, then buying house items. It was stressful and chaotic, and I didn't have much time for signing onto the boards. However, the house is pretty much finished and my life is returning to somewhat normal, and I feel like I can pump the rest of this TR out in no time.
So, once again, my apologies for deserting the boards for a bit. (If it helps, I haven't even thought of my upcoming trip since early November.)
Early Afternoon of May 9th:
Alex and I walked back into Future World and stopped at a shady spot to put on some sunscreen. DH is very vigilant about preventing sunburns, and surprisingly enough, both of us managed to avoid it the whole time we were down there. And if you take a glance at my pictures, you'll see that I'm extremely fair skinned and burn when I go for 15 minute runs. So for me to have been out in the Orlando sun all day for 4 days and not get a spot of red on me was a miracle.
After that was done, I dragged DH to our next adventure. It was an attraction that I'd read about on other people's TRs, and I wanted to finally check it out for myself.
The Seas with Nemo and friends!
Before we went inside, we stood around the entrance for a few minutes. I wanted desperately to hear the seagulls chirp, "Mine!" but they just were not cooperating with me. I was starting to see sweat beads form on DH's forehead and could feel the heat getting to me, as well. It was the hottest part of the day, after all, and I knew once we walked inside cool air conditioning would greet us.
So, sadly, I ushered DH forward and took one last look at the seagulls.
And then...
"Mine! Mine! Mine!"
Right when I turned my back on them, those sneaky little birds let out their declarations.
DH turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
"Happy now?"
"Absolutely. Wasn't that cool? You have to admit-that was pretty cool."
DH laughed. "Yeah, it was."
As we walked into the queue, I saw the ride's informational sign:
It brought on a whole new smile.
One of the million things I love about WDW is that no detail is too small for Imagineers.
Guests don't merely board cars or buggies or seats.
They get on clamobiles.
(My favorite is doom buggies.)
The line for the ride went on and on, but I entertained myself with all the scenery.
I think it is wonderfully creative and neat that the hand rails for the line look as if the salt has rusted them.
My only negative about the Seas experience was that the queue line was way too dark. I kept banging my hips on the rail, because I couldn't see where I was going. I have terrible eyesight to begin with, but throw darkness on me and I'm all but blind. I mean, it's so bad, that I avoid driving at night if I can, and when I do I have to wear these special glasses.
So, I was like a lost puppy in that line. It was only at the end, when you hop aboard the moving escalator to get in your clamobile that I got my orientation back and knew where the heck I was going.
Speaking of clamobile:
I love doom buggies' name, but clamobiles are my favorite seat to ride in. I'm not sure why.
I just love that the shell opens up and lets you climb aboard; then when it shuts, it feels like you are in this protective cocoon while you explore the ocean.
DH and I both enjoyed spending time with Nemo and the gang, especially the jellyfish part. I always get this weightless feeling in a dark ride when everything's black except for the objects being focused on. (Like in Peter Pan's Flight when you're taking off into the night sky among the stars.)
After exiting the attraction, we both went up the escalator to the aquarium. I find the tanks very relaxing and could stare at them for hours, so I planted myself in front of one of the big glass windows and prepared to settle in for a nice long "fish-gazing" session.
DH, on the other hand, doesn't like to stand still for very long, so he left me to my own devices and went to explore the rest of the showcases. Plus, he didn't see much need to view the aquarium when we have a beautiful one where we live. We're about twenty minutes away from a "gulfarium" that hosts dolphin, sea lions, and penguin shows. So to spend precious Disney time looking at fish was a bit wasteful, in his opinion.
I didn't mind being deserted, though. I spotted the sea turtles and stingrays and several variety of fish.
I'm not sure how long I was at the tanks, but DH eventually returned to get me. He knew I wouldn't leave without being told to. He took me to the manatee room, where we saw a CM feeding the two rescue animals.
I know a lot of people love manatees, and I understand they are an endangered species, but having lived in Central FL and encountering them on a daily basis...I just don't get them.
I suppose it's like me and fish. You either like it or you don't.
DH had found some smaller tanks downstairs that he thought I would like, so we made our way there.
We first went into an informational room, where I took a sea-life quiz with Mr. Ray. The questions were a bit more challenging than I expected, which was a pleasant surprise. I just assumed the test was designed for young children, but that definitely not the case.
Unfortunately, while I was in the room I made a goof.
I crossed the room to tell DH about the quiz and saw someone with their back turned wearing a light red shirt, looking at some display case.
I went right up next to them, almost putting my hand on their shoulder, and said, "I did pretty good on that quiz!"
The person who turned to me was not DH!
Aaaaahhhhh!.
Me and my poor eyesight.
I mistook the stranger's red shirt for DH's orange shirt, and started talking to this man like I'd known him for years.
He looked at me like I had 3 eyes then walked away really fast to go stand next to this girl he was with.
I was so embarrassed!
DH came strolling around the corner and almost laughed at the expression I had on my face. It was a mix of shame, confusion, and amusement.
I told him what had happened, and he burst out laughing.
"That poor man! He probably went over to that girl and was like, 'You meet all these crazies at these theme parks. I told you we shouldn't have come here!'"
What made it worse was that they seemed to follow us everywhere we went. That guy probably thought I was nuts.
But, hey, it makes for a great story, right?
Remember that time you chummied up with that stranger at Epcot?
In an effort to stop the incessant blushing filling my cheeks, DH told me about a starfish that was hanging out on one of the tank's glasses.
Naturally, that was just the cure I needed from overcoming an embarrassing act.
I followed DH into another room, and together we began searching the tanks to see if the starfish was still on the glass.
After circling the third tank we came upon, DH spotted it:
My only response was: "I want a starfish like that!"
It was tiny, about the size of my nail, and it seemed perfectly content hanging out on display for all the WDW guests to ooh and aah over.
I looked at DH and could see that he was about fished out. Being polite, he didn't mention his boredom, but I felt like I had made him suffer enough.
"You know, looking at all this water makes me want to swim. What do you say we take a break from the parks and go hang out by the pool for a bit?"
It wasn't even 1 yet, but I was ready to take a break.
DH thought about it, then said, "Sure, but can we stop at one more place before we leave?"
Sure...
Where?
Up Next:Sum of all Segways.
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