All this talk about grandkids made me want to share.
Kaylie is from our youngest son,
And Jackson is from the first born.
Hopefully we can all go as a family together soon.
Monday evening we walked over to Jellyrolls about 7, taking the path through Stormalong Bay to pick out the best spots to shoot for in the morning. Since I will probably be the one to come down and grab the best spot, doing this ahead of time is in my best interest.
Heading it off at the pass if you will.
There, the end table on the raised platform with the palm trees canopy that is right by the pool. But it's over by the Yacht Club entrance side, I'll have to go in over there to have a shot at it.
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That decided, we strolled around to Jellyrolls.
It took a little tugging by the guy to get that 20 out of my hand, but eventually I let go.
And we walked in to a crowd of one.
A woman was sitting at a table over in the corner by herself. We sat down
in the center, and boy were these two guys at the pianos happy to see us.
"HI, where you from? Got a drink yet? What's your favorite song? Shine your shoes?"
The young guy played an Elton John song with the older guy tapping a tambourine occasionally, and since we were'nt jumping out of our skins to rush up with a tip and request they again asked me this time for a request.
I gave them two oldies, Bobby Rydell songs, but they didn't know them.
So the younger guy tried a different approach.
"Ok, why don't you just tell us who your favorite artist is?"
"Allright, it's Monet."
They acted like that was the funniest thing they ever heard, so I said,
"Ok, how about I change it to Van Gogh and you can play "Starry Starry Night?"
And they did.
Both of them were extremely talented I thought, and the young guy could really sing.
Up until 8:30 we were the center of attention with them, but then a huge crowd started working there way in. their
But these guys shift was over, two new guys come on and we are now forgotten and ignored for the convention crowd, which was fine by us.
Turned out to be a "
Best Buy" convention, over at the Dolphin.
I couldn't recognize them without their blue shirts.
Right about nine we went outside for a smoke at the dsa a few yards away and one of the Best Buy guys was out there.
He told us it was only a two night convention and they have no time to go to any of the parks at all.
Why would they book a convention at Disney if no one can go into Disney?
They could save a lot of money and just had it at the Howard Johnson in Milwaukee, but, who am I to judge?
Have you ever been to a Best Buy right at opening?
It's like Disneyworld, they're all clapping and greeting you like you were walking down Main Street after rope drop.
Then, a half hour later, good luck trying to get one of them to actually help you, and I mentioned it to the guy and asked him why.
He just laughed and said it's in the "Code of Ethics" that they have to sign when first employed there.
Back inside, it was rowdy, but an under control rowdy.
Unlike our last time at Pat O'Brians', no fight broke out, I didn't have to dodge some poor saps flying blood, but one thing that it really excelled in was volume.
MAN, was it loud in there.
Not at first, but after the conventioners showed up I think they had the guy from Spinal Tap running the mixing.
My new hearing aids threw up.
Otherwise, not much happened, around ten we went back to Shangri-la, made a couple of drinks in fuzzy cups and went down to the utopian smoking section by the quiet pool.
By the way, the fuzzy cups I keep referring too are in actuality, no longer fuzzy.
The Dixie, GrabnGo, hot or cold cups have now changed the exterior of the cups to a pattern, they no longer have that peach like, fuzzy feel they used to have, they haven't for the last couple of trips but we still call them fuzzy cups.
Unlike the fuzzy doughnut that Smidgy once ate but that was a different trip.
Sooooooo.....
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a cup
Fuzzy Wuzzy cheered us up
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
sorry
And if I used that before which I just may have done
then I apologize again retroactively.
It was nice sitting there talking, but unfortunately the workers are really making their presence know, now the hi jackers are left right next to the pool and there is a lot of canvas and plastic lying around.
It figures.
I was staring into the canal, no sign of fish eating gators or talking turtles when after taking a drink, a strange look came across my face.
"Steve, what is it, something wrong?"
"Not sure. I think, yeah, I'm pretty sure, I just had an "Out of bourbon" experience," and I shook my cup.
"Yep, that's what it was," and I headed back to the room.
I've gotten her two or three times now doing that, and she just hates it.
Hee hee.
(whoa, that was pretty darn close to being the t and h phrase, gonna have to be more careful)
At Jellyrolls, of which I am still amazed at how much they pulled in this night in cover charge alone, we only had two beers each, even though it's getting late, now we're making up for it.
The conversation moved to the balcony, it was such a pretty view, hard to pick which was better, this or at Vero Beach.
I had the digital, took a picture, then I asked her, "Which view is better, here or at Vero Beach.
And I would scroll back to the VB pic at night.
Here, or at VB.
One, or two.
One, or two.
This has been a running type joke with us if you haven't caught on.
You see back in May Diane had cataract surgery on her left eye, and the countless exams before and after drove her nuts.
"Which is better, one or two. One, or two."
Oh, you guys haven't seen "one" yet, here ya go.
and, one more time,
ONE,,,,,,,,,,
or TWO
We went to bed much later than we thought we would be that night, and yes, I was volunteered to go and save us good spots at the main pool in the morning. Unlike VB, it doesn't open until 9.
I awoke the next morning feeling like I got run over by Ursula.
All the usual suspects hurt plus a whole new bunch of complainers and at first I couldn't figure out why.
Oh, duh.
The top of my shoulder and side of my neck now hurt the most, must have been from falling down the stairs doing the pirouhet,,pirhouett,,,,spin move all the way to the bottom.
Or it could have been from falling face forward up the stairs to the stage.
My supply was getting low but I didn't care right then and there, a couple went into my pocket.
The coffee maker wasn't working right but I didn't care, you could still use it to boil water for Smidgy's tea and I'll just fill up my mug down at the Marketplace on the way to the pool.
Armed with towels, sunglasses, the bookbag, smokes, vikes, hat, and, of course, we can't leave these behind, your friend and mine,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
THE NOODLES!
It wasn't even 8:30 when I left the room, time to stop for a smoke first.
And I just had to try to press the elevator button with the end of the noodle that was sticking out from under my arm.
Whoops, the doors closed.
Helloooo fourth floor!
The doors opened, then shut. I tried one more time.
Second floor. Well, at least I'm now going in the right direction.
This time someone actually got on when the doors opened,
and they pressed "one".
Oh thank you, thank you, I might have been compelled to keep jabbing away with the noodle from 4 feet away till the sun went down.
Maybe I'm my own worst enemy when it comes to elevators. Ya think?
Once yet again, it's another terrific, clear, HOT, summer day in DisneyWorld.
It's now 9 days into the trip, and still no thunderstorms, or so much as a sprinkle for that matter.
I sat there and had a very relaxing smoke. The workers weren't doing their thing yet but let them have at it, we won't be spending time here at this pool today.
The plan is to spend some time at Stormalong Bay, go back and change for Epcot and arrive there in time for our 3 o'clock lunch at Le chefs de France.
Then start our touring with no real hurry with it being EMH tonight.
Done smoking, I headed into the Marketplace for a Sentinel and coffee.
I really need coffee this morning. I was worried about waking up with a headache, having had some drinks later then I like to do, but for some reason, the head wan't the problem, it was the rest of the body that was, and maybe coffee can help that too.
Whoops! I just used up all my commas for the chapter. Gonna have to sign off.
I hate it when I do that, just keep running on. Commas are like the guy that won't shut up and let somebody else talk, he takes a quick breath before he keeps babbling on.
Inside the Marketplace, I first try to fill my mug with coffee and get just a little sugar and cream in there.
But it was crowded, and they were not going to make it easy on me.
I was so loaded down, I got the coffee part done, but trying to get the cream dispenser to work was a nightmare with one hand.
This one lady could have helped me but instead kind of elbowed me aside and went for her own.
Big mistake.
My floppy noodles smacked the crap out of her.
Accidentally.
She actually laughed and then went on to help me, good thing I never told her that they weren't even loaded.
Then I got the newspaper and went on the long walk past Beaches and Cream, past Cape May, past Captains Grill and past Yachtman' Steakhouse to get to the enty by the spot we want to sit at.
I looked at my watch, it was quarter to nine, got 15 minutes yet and nobody is here.
But right in front of the side where the gate will swing open was a gigantic stroller, just parked that by it's lonesome.
No gatekeeper yet, just me and this humongous stroller, filled to the brim.
This thing had bags jammed full of stuff stuck into it, a loaded backpack hanging from the side, magazines sitting on the overhead canopy, at least 3 noodles sticking out of it, it had everythng.
In Chicago this person would have been called a "shopping cart" person, where they keep all their worldly possesions.
But, to me, in DisneyWorld, this person would be called a "Hog".
No kidding, this thing had everything but Granny sitting in a rocking chair up on the top.
And I wasn't in the mood.
You don't reserve your place in line way ahead of time and then go leave and have breakfast or whatever.
I moved up next to it and accidentally "leaned" against it, and "whoops", it started rolling all the way over to the side and out of the way.
I honestly didn't care, I had been through enough this trip and now I am in the pole position and I'm. Not. Budging.
A few minutes later, the Gatekeeper showed up and he and I had a nice chat as others, including Smidgy joined us.
At five to nine, the stroller owner finally showed up.
I expected another Turtle Lady, but no, this was a guy, a tall, skinny guy.
He was, in fact, a TurtleLadyWannabe.
But he still had a long way to go.
Turtle Lady would have put an animatronic toddler in the stroller hooked up to a timer, this guy was just hoping that a huge inanimate object would do the trick and you know my views on that.
So, let's see. We now have tall, skinny, guy that showed up but we must change his description a bit.
He is now tall, skinny, crabby guy that showed up.
"Hey! I was first in line!"
I didn't say a thing, I didn't have to.
The Gatekeeper looked at him, said, "No sir you weren't, this fellow here was the only person in line when I got here."
I just, could, not, resist.
I turned and smiled at him.
Then at nine o'clock, he started yelling at the Gatekeeper to open the gate, let us in.
Gatekeeper told us that it doesn't matter what the time is, he cannot let us in until all the life guards are in position, and they aren't yet.
But this guy just kept whining. Oh brother.
Finally he opend the gate, but he told everybody not to go anywhere until they get a wrist band. Stroller guy tried to scoot around us but the cast member's eyes flashed and he yelled "Hey, get back in line!"
I just love arrogance.
This cost Stroller guy another four places at least, we got our wrist bands and walked over to the table, that came with the umbrella, up on the platform, under the palm trees that was next to the pool that lived in the house that Jack built.
I haven't used that in years, damn that felt good.
goodnight all
You have to remember these were fighter planes he was watching. You will be okay in a regular plane. 
Lie to me and tell me that I made you feel better. 
i'll find a way to hijack the sound that the lights are synced with, and play a few of Ozzy's songs (Iron Man, etc.) and see how his lights look with his music 
opcorn:
S Beauty, you just love to make a fool out me, don't you? Admit it, you work with Smidgy, right?
Yep, she's been slipping me comments for weeks.
Seems like it was just yesterday when Monica was sending you a box of newborn clothing! Time flies! 
. All three of them now say of course we are doing Disney mostly--it's a tradition! so now I am looking at 7 day passes vs. 1-2 days.... Oh, I have to start making my ADR's... is LeCellier as good as everyone claims?
then
) 6'4", smoker, a tad bit more hair - okay not quite there - but he is a Southsider who is a Cubs fan. My Dad was a Northsider who is a Sox fan.
