pretty darn clever title, huh?
Hey, don't blame me, my writers are on strike.
That morning I was up early in anticipation of seeing the sun rise on the ocean. This is hard to do, get on the balcony without disturbing "She who must not be disturbed."
Instead I grabbed the crap I thought I'd need, towels, my book, smokes, mug, and quietly let myself out of the room and went downstairs.
They had told me that there would be coffee set up in the hallway on the way to the restaurant, Shutters, but no dice, so I went to the smoking area to have one and kill some time waiting for the gift shop to open so I could get a paper.
The sunrise turned out to be pretty much a dud, and I thought to myself, "Oh well, maybe the sunset will be better."
Right.
Then the nickel dropped in and I laughed out loud. Good thing nobody was out there with me.
Uh huh, all we have to do is slowly stop the earth from spinning so we all don't just fly off, then reverse it so that the sun now sets in the east.
After I got the paper I slowly walked down to the pool.
Guess I should have walked faster.
They said the pool opens at 8, it's only ten to right now, and there is already a line, just inside the gate, with the "Disney Rope" stopping everybody along with a cast member.
I couldn't believe it, and I said out loud, "Your kidding, we've got rope drop here too?"
People looked at me and shrugged.
"So what happens now, does Mickey and Donald come floating up in inner tubes and rafts?"
A few people laughed, which only encourages me;
"Good morning, good MORNING, do, do, de do do, good morning, good morning, to you, and you and you and you."
( admit it, you were trying to sing it as you read it)
I wonder how many people that know that song so well and adore it know that it originally came from the movie, "Singin in the Rain."
Ten minutes later she undid the rope and folks took off like the Space Mountain Run.
I just loped after them.
Soon I was where I hoped to be, the same table that we had gotten the day before and I put my mug and stuff on the table and put a towel on two loungers right next to it.
What I didn't know was that Turtle Lady was right behind me, her and two teenagers, and from what I witnessed next I knew she would have scarfed this table up too.
First, with her giving orders, they all stacked all these towels and clothes on one table, then each kid sat at a different table while she immediately started unpacking this huge bag she brought down.
Mugs, bottles of sunblock, bug spray, magazines were all stacked next to this 3 foot high pile of towels.
i thought she was opening up a Bed, Bath and Beyond branch.
Then the bottles, tubes and zines were all dispersed to four other tables in their cluster.
Then she really got impressive.
With a stack of towels in arm, she started at the left of the row of loungers in front of their tables facing the pool, and quickly walked to the right dropping a towel on each lounger as she went.
Then on the way back, she would kick out the back support of each lounger as she passed so they would now all lie flat, together.
I guessed she once worked at a GM assembly plant.
But what they did next was the most amazing thing of all.
They left.
Couldn't believe it!
I watched as the three of them headed back around the pool to the exit until I couldn't see them anymore.
I sat at the table and sipped my coffee, tried to look at the paper, but I was getting hotter and hotter.
Not from the heat, from that bi.....witch.
I felt a little guilty taking a table and two loungers, but I saw a lot of people doing just that. But this was ridiculous.
In 45 minutes, all the tables with umbrellas were taken, lots of loungers were left but it was the covered tables that were the hot ticket.
At nine Smidgy joined me, and I told her about the now renamed Hog Lady.
She looked around. "Do you see 'em?"
Nope.
And she went and took the towels off about 4 of the loungers and stacked them all on one.
Yeah, it wasn't much, but you at least felt like you did something.
Unfortunatly, nobody took up residence in any of those chairs before they finally came back.
She's got five tables, total of 20 chairs under umbrellas, and now she's down to 3 loungers.
There were six of them, that's it.
It took her awhile to notice the now unreserved loungers, and she just calmly went and put the towels back on them.
Geesh!
We both tried to read the paper in the loungers before it got too hot, but it didn't take long before we had to go in the pool.
They had just opened the slide so it was time to try it and compare it to other Disney slides. From the look of it I thought this would win hands down, but I was wrong.
At the top I had watched a couple kids go down before me, and when they passed in view on the way down, it looked to me like they were barely moving.
Then, when it was my turn I grabbed hold of the edge and launched myself down it.
Big mistake.
I slammed left and right all the way down, but the worst part was all the ribs that connected each section of slide.
It was like sliding over the speed alert grate your car goes over as you approach a toll plaza.
The sun was blazing now. 15 minutes later in the loungers in the sun she finally exclaimed, "Holy cow, I can't take this, I feel like I'm on fire."
I was thinking the same thing and said, "No kidding, what's the name of this place again, Nero's Beach?"
We both bolted for the table.
I even took a page from Blago and tried to sell the seat but there was no takers.
After countless trips to the refillable station, we were able to tough it out until about 2, then we went back to the room.
After changing, we took a walk to find that Orchid pizza place and a store called Boppy's that was supposedly right next to it.
The walk down there wasn't bad, but when we got there we found out that it's take out only, unless you want to eat at a nearby pavilion outside.
Then we found out the store was closed.
"Well, this was a wasted trip," I said.
" Yeah, I guess we might as well try the new and improved Disney pizza that's "To Die For."
i glared at her.
Back on the smoking porch we ran into Mr. Pompous, and his brother in law, Not so Pompous and they asked if we were going to the campfire tonight, we told them probably.
Back in the room, before it got dark I figured it was finally cocktail hour, and we made a couple of drinks and sat on the balcony.
I was, for once, really looking forward to those afternoon thunderstorms, this looked like a real cozy place to sit during one and look at the pool.
We decided that after the campfire we'd order the great Disney pizza and bring it back to the room.
For the walk to the campfire I suggested we bring fuzzy cups, these are disposable insulated cups with lids that have a strange texture on the outside, but they do a great job of keeping drinks cold.
After making the trip to the fourth floor to get ice, i went to work making my drink.
Once the cup was filled with ice, since it wasn't a clear plastic, it was hard to tell how much whiskey I had put in there,,,,until it was almost too late, right up to the top.
Of course, Diane is standing right behind me watching, "Oh brother, you'll be plotzed before we even make it to the campfire."
"Ok, ok, I'll fix it."
i turned around with my back to her and while pretending to do some stuff, I took a big gulp out of it.
Then turned and held it up to her, "How's that?"
She looked.
"Try harder."
This time my maneuver didn't work, she caught me.
"Great."
"What, I did what you said. Look at all the room I have now for Sprite."
As we left the room, she took a picture of the lobby from the 3rd floor.
Then another couple asked us if we wanted our picture taken and she handed it over.
A short walk soon rewarded us with arriving at the campfire.
Benches were arrayed around the not lit campfire, and we grabbed a spot in the back. I could see Pompous sitting across from us so it worked out good.
Finally a couple of cast members lit the fire, yeah, that's what we need on an 85 degree night, and then this tall blond woman came out as our master of ceremonies.
And without much fanfare at all, she then started leading us all in sing a longs.
I would have bet my life that everybody would just sit there, but no, most all joined in.
But what I found hilarious was that our MC was from another country, not exactly sure where but she had an extremely strong accent that sounded either Scandinavian or Germanic.
I do mean strong. If I didn't know the tune I'm not sure I would recognize the words.
I could have sworn I heard, "Row, row, row
das boot, gently down das stream."
That was really the only thing that entertained us, otherwise the whole attempt seemed pretty lame.
But when the singing was done, they were ready to serve the S'mores, which is the reason that everybody is there in the first place.
We left, went back to the room and made another drink, then went down and ordered a pizza.
As we're doing this, a guy comes down with a pizza box, shows the Mater D, (hey, I like Cars), and the bottom was burnt to a crisp. They went to work making him a new pizza.
"Oh, this bodes well," I thought.
While we were waiting we took our drinks to the smoking area and waited there till it was done.
Up in the room, we were both starving and couldn't wait.
She opened the box, and...........
It looked like any pizza you get at Pop Century.
Or Riverside.
Or All Stars, or French Quarter,,,,,,,,,you get the idea.
We looked at each other.
"Maybe looks are deceiving," I suggested.
Pieces in hand, we both bit in.
I chewed and tasted, she did likewise.
She spoke first;
"Still tastes like cardboard to me."
"I know, pass the masking tape."
