Just for the record, after I was born there was a long time in my life when I didn't know what the word "accident" meant, or even what it meant to be accident prone, never having had one.
Then, one day when I was two, my mother took my sister and I to the park and placed me in one of the "baby swings".
This had a sliding wooden retaining rail on two chains in the front to prevent the baby from flying out, don't want to throw the baby out in the path, you know.
Babies and toddlers are not supposed to be able to open this up by themselves.
I figured it out.
But I wasn't quite able to grasp the consequences yet.
And I figured it out right at the apex of the forward thrust of the motion when my older sister was pushing me extra high as I was squeeling with delight.
I was launched out of there like a baby Superman, only I landed on a rock and it wasn't from Krypton.
They told me it took three of them to hold me down while the doctor stitched up my eye, and to this day I can still remember the dread, and especially the smell whenever I had to see the doctor and we opened up that door and climbed the long stairs to his office at the top.
If I had only known then that it was the beginning of a lot of quality time spent bonding with that doctor, I might have moved.
That was probably the beginning of the disease that you just read about at the Indy show that affected me, you never know when it's going to flare up.
With the Stunt Show over, I moved back outside to look for Smidgy.
I really wanted to avoid all the people coming out but that would mean avoiding Diane, too. (hmm, after that display maybe that's not a bad idea either.)
Still holding some bloody napkins I did my best not to make eye contact with anyone that looked over at me.
Most of the folks that passed and recognized me would just elbow their partner, then crook a thumb over at me and keep walking, it was almost as if they didn't want to get too close.
And that was fine with me.
Well, it mostly worked that way, right up until a spacey looking guy glanced over and made the connection.
Yeah, the red tank top was hard to miss, even though most of the damage was done when I had the robe on, the glasses and flip flops helped give me away no matter what.
I tried "willing" him away, but no luck, he wants to talk.
"Hey Dude, man, that was awesome! You, like, work for the Mouse, don't you?"
I just sighed, and wiped at my leg again that was still oozing a bit.
"Wow, man, talk about givin' it your all, Dude." He was looking at my leg.
I felt like I was talking to Crush and debated on asking him, "Got Vikes?",
he had to be taking something.
At least he didn't say, "You so totally rock, Dude!"
But I just wiped at my leg one more time, held it up and said,
"It's no problem, stunt work is easy. See? Fake blood."
And I walked away before I had to sign an autograph, finally, Smidgy found me.
"So, ok, how badly are you hurt?"
"Not bad at all, just banged up my shin again and gave a couple of toes what fer."
"Well,, you certainly made an impression."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
Then we decided to go over and do the Backstage Tour, something we haven't done in a long time thinking it has to be better than it was.
We did, and it wasn't.
The best part was when we got over there, we tried to just walk in but were stopped and told we just missed a show, have to wait for the next one.
As we were just milling around, Diane was thinking of something that hadn't ocurred to me just yet, but she almost freaked out when another cast member approached us.
You see, this is ANOTHER attraction that takes volunteers to be in the show, only the way they do it here is to approach people before the show. Diane would know this well since she herself has also been one of them on the ship running around screaming as the fighter planes attack and the waves pound the ship.
Before this cast member could even open her mouth, Diane was making the sign of the cross in front of her and holding up her hands as if to ward off a vampire:
"DO. NOT. ASK. HIM. TO . DO. ANYTHING!"
Then it dawned on me and I just laughed, but the cast member was still confused.
"I'm sorry? I just wanted to ask you folks if you'd mind moving back a few steps, I need to attach this chain."
I guess this is a "you had to be there" thing, but it also struck me really funny and the cast member walked away perplexed as we stood there laughing.
As the line filled up, I never did see anyone asked to be a participant, maybe they do that out front now, but there they were in the show, screaming and getting soaked in their raincoats.
But this attraction isn't worth the time or the walk to get to it, it still seems lame to us. Even Catastrophe Canyon doesn't impress me like it once did.
At about quarter after one, we went back to Toy Story to use our expired fastpasses, and we noticed that all fastpasses were gone for the day here already. Standby was 90 minutes.
I'm sorry, 90 minutes is not stand-by, that's pitch-a-tent-by.
How can anybody do this, wait that long?
My absolute outer limit for an attraction wait time is 20 minutes, but usually I balk at 15.
Our timing right now was perfect.
Just as we walk through the fp entrance and show our tickets, right in front'
of us is the young couple from the pier in the morning, the ones that Smidgy was telling that the fastpasses wouldn't expire until that witch had to interupt.
The girl saw Smidgy and turned around with a big smile,
" You were right, like I knew you would be, our fastpasses were supposed to
be used an hour ago."
Even with the passes, we still had about a ten minute wait, which I didn't mind because there's a lot to look around inside at.
This time she gave me a whoopin in the game.
Even though it's only early afternoon, I had tried so hard to see at the Stunt show that I've already used up most of my 'looks' for the day. I couldn't see crap.
A thought came to me recently;
We haven't done DHS at night since the December trip in '07.
Like tonight, the park often closes before dusk and the only reason we were able to see it in December at night is because the Osbourne lights really suck during the daytime.
Also, we no longer think Fantasmic is worth the time and energy you need to invest to see the show, plus, not sure I can now survive the 'running of the bulls' down the hill when the show is over.
But I'd really like to try Toyo Story at night to find out if I can see it better, I'd love to do TOT again at night also cuz the neatest effects to me aren't the drop but the special effects inside before the drop.
Hold it.
Toyo Story?
Oooh, wait. That could be a neat new name for Test Track if GM pulls out of Sponsorship and Toyota takes over.
One of the "surprises" the woman in the preshow throws at you in the beginning in the preshow could be the cars just keep going faster and faster cuz the accelerator pedal is stuck. Whatcha think?
sorry,just having fun with my own typo.
After TOY story, I was ready to leave.
Diane wasn't thrilled about it, she had kinda wanted to do Beauty and the Beast yet today, but I guess I talked her out of it.
Besides, it was still over an hour away yet till it started.
Soon enough, we were back out the resort, changed, and down by the Villa pool again.
(how's that for a scene change?)
Sitting at a table, I'm looking at the sky again, and again, not a cloud in sight.
What happened to all these afternoon thunderstorms that come through every day?
It hasn't even rained since we got to Florida, not at Motel 6, Vero Beach, Motel Hell, or the BCV so far. Oh, I'm sure it's rained, just not on us.
One thing we did notice at the pool today is that those high jacker cranes were not just sitting there for nothing, 3 of them are in use now with workers up on people's balconies washing and painting the woodwork and trim.
We assumed those rooms were empty, if not, some of those workers must have gotten some good eyefuls.
I knew they were'nt going to be a problem to us since we were over the canal, they would have needed Tom Swift and his Diving Seacopter High-Jackers to reach us.
After a while I went over to my beloved DSA only to find a couple of interlopers already there, hanging over the railing and looking down at the water so I had to look too.
There was a large fish floating by, doing the backstroke and every once in a while it would jerk a bit.
Then, suddenly, the whole thing went under for a couple of seconds, then popped back up again with another piece of it gone.
One of the guys yelled, "Cool, an alligator's down there."
Being the wiseacre that I am, I couldn't resist laughing and saying,
"Right, provided that the gator has read Miss Manners Rules of Etiquette and Dining Out." "Probably turtles down there having a feast."
Sure enough, a total of 3 softshells eventually rose and played tug of war with the dead fish.
One of them looked at me, "You were right."
"Yeah, that happens occasionally, would you do me a favor and go over to the woman at that table over there and tell her what you just told me?"
No, that didn't work, but since these guys knew they were no match for my smartitude, they soon left and I had my section of Nirvana to myself.
Smidgy went up to the room and came back down with a couple of beers just as I was finishing up, so since she wanted a smoke now herself, of course I did the proper thing and stayed and had another smoke with her.
We didn't have a whole bunch of time left, we still wanted to eat something before we went to Jellyrolls tonight, and since Jellyrolls has been cut out of about the last four trips I had to make certain it didn't happen again this time.
Or I'd never hear the end of it.
For those that don't know, Jellyrolls is a nightclub across the lake by the Boardwalk that has dueling pianos.
It's a lot like Pat O'brian's over at Universal, only with a TEN DOLLAR cover charge, no matter what time you go in.
That is per person, a total of 20 bucks for the two of us, and it doesn't even include a drink.
Yes, you read that right. TEN dollars a PERSON just to get in!
See why I keep putting it offf?
Did I mention that it costs ten bucks a person to get in?
But before we went back to the room, Smidgy did take a shot of me sitting in my little DSA of heaven:
I still get misty eyed looking at that picture.
Back in the room, it was a choice of sandwiches or Beef a Roni.
Right.
I'm gonna eat Beef a Roni right before we go out to a nightclub.
What're ya, nuts?
I saw that Seinfeld episode, "Um, baloney sammich for me, thank you very much, maybe later when we get back."
And so it is spoken, so it shall be written, baloney for me, salami for her.
No use looking for trouble, right?
Smidgy oh man you cracked me up with that comment.
when it was the Alien Encounter. So I really can't agree or disagree.
