They would not let us bring in our fuzzy cups in the theater. Damn, knew we should have went with the Sunny D's.
After a two minute debate outside, I wasn't going to toss this beautifully prepared drink, we decided to chug them.
I have little bottles with me, we can always get drinks here in the Showcase somewhere and we need at least a movie under our belt.
I'm not sure how her drink was, but I had plenty of alcohol in my "highball".
Plenty. Ten minutes into the movie I was reeling a bit from chugging it down.
When they show all the pictures at the end of some famous Canadians,
even Celine Dion was looking good!
God help me!
OMG!! I would never have seen the movie I would have been passed out on the floor, yeap I can see it now sitting in the seat and just sliding onto the floor.
The chugging also had another effect on Smidgy, she needed a bathroom.
We planned to get a beer in Morocco anyway, and we were pretty sure there was a john there also. One of those "companion" type bathrooms that I will not take any part of again in my life.
I have learned.
But that was ok for her.
This sounds like a very interesting stories, is it in one of your other trip reports?
As soon as they were walking away, he was going at it with both hands.
I'm talking terminal jock itch here.
Did you ever get emabarrassed for somebody else?
I was. At least he was keeping his hands outside his shorts.
So far.
But I wasn't crazy about the look on his face. I know that look of euphoria that you can get when you finally reach an itchy spot on your back, but.......
Well, his face showed he just can't scratch this itch, it was almost anger there.
I remember my dad once suggesting to me that if this happens to use Lava Soap and a wire brush, but I was pretty much sure he was kidding.
And I did consider sharing this advice with this guy, or at least suggest SOS pads cuz he looked like he could use them, but then it dawned on me.
What if he's doing it unconsciously, doesn't realize the show he's putting on?
Then I'm the one who's going to look like an idiot, or worse, going up to a stranger and making conversation about his crotch.
Yep, seeing that sentance in print now confirms that I made the right choice in keeping quiet.
Or even worse yet, what if he's so gratefull for the information that he wants to shake hands with me?
So I didn't say nothing, just let him have at it, and looked around to see if there was another act on it's way to occupy my time with.
I got the mini-act, but always one of my favorites.
Two women are walking my way, I would put their age somewhere around 30, with one of them doing most of the talking, and the other one glancing down every couple of steps.
She was listening, but most of her concentration was in the glancing down, and no, she wasn't looking for quarters.
I'm gonna bet that a lot of you women out there know where I am going with this one, right? I've seen a lot of women do this, especially in bars and especially when dancing.
She was definately making sure that there was just the right amount of movement on her chest, or at least to make sure the cargo hadn't shifted.
She was so fascinated by it that I couldn't help become fascinated as well.
Beat the hell out of watching "Jock Itch" guy.
Once again, I didn't have the heart to tell her she needed new shocks on the right side and kept my mouth shut.
Then they were gone.
A glance to my right confirms "Jock Itch guy" is still there. He's probably going to be there until Smidgy comes out since his group went in after she did.
Great.
Interesting people just graviate towards you don't they?
I'm sorry, this is yet another ride they have redone and made worse.
It falls right in there with Imagination, which they have re done twice now and need to redo it yet again, Spaceship Earth of which Ol' Walter Chronkite OR Jeremy Irons were still better than Judi Dench, or Alien Encounter which is now called a pile of crap.
I miss Walter Chronkite's voice.
Then, with our backs to the promenade, I pulled out a couple of vodka bottles and dumped one in each drink.
"It's a miracle! It's now a Margarita."
I handed over the other little bottle that was hers to do with whatever she wanted, and then, well,,,, I ,,, um, well,,,,,,,
I dumped my own last little bottle in the drink also.
Don't look at me in that tone of voice, I just spent 9 bucks,, plus tax, on this crappy thing and I'm getting something out of it.
No kidding, without any "outside help" in these Margaritas, I've gotten a bigger buzz sniffing a Tidy Bowl tablet.
NU, NU! Don't knock it till you've tried it.
OMG! 
A couple minutes before the show, mom put the little girl on her shoulders for a better view over the family in front.
Then I opened my big mouth:
The liitle boy's name was Tommy;
I turned to the guy and said,
"Hey, how about I put Tommy on my shoulders so he can see better?"]
I have done this in the past, with no problems whatsoever.
"Excuse me?"
huh? I know that he heard me.
"How about I put your son on my shoulders for a better view, I've seen the show inumerable times and he will enjoy it better."
"That is not my son, that's my step son."
You talk about getting hit out of left field?
Time seemed to come to a crashing halt for me.
Part of my warped mind was singing, "Can, you feel the love tonight."
Another part was saying , "why was that important to tell me that?"
And yet another part was wondering what is going to come out of my mouth now, I have to say something.
All these thoughts traveled through my nerves and synapses in no more than a quarter of a second.
So when he said, "That is not my son, that's my step son,"
I immediately responded with, "That's ok, these are not my shoulders, they're from my wife's ex."
Yes, I know it didn't make much sense but that's what happened and that's what came out. You know, now that I think of it, he was trying to show his displeasure with getting into a ready made family, and, in a weird way, what I told him back was kinda going along with that thought train, these WERE my wife's ex's shoulders.
After I gave the bizarro response, I then leaned over to Tommy and asked him if he'd like to see better from on my shoulders so his "dad" could video the show. I couldn't wait to hoist him up there, now.
He said, "No thanks Mister, I've seen it before."
8, 9, 10,,,,YER OUT!
Then video creep opened his mouth just enough to say,,,"See?", and the show started.
I guess I was one of the lucky ones, my stepmother never told anyone I was her stepdaughter I was her daughter. In fact when my dad ran away from home she raised me and my sister along with her "biological" kids. Brings back a memory from when dd was little. my fil remarried just before dh and I did and when we had my dd I had always told mil that she was the only grandmother that she would ever know (my mom had passed away) and no matter what happened she would be her grandmother. Well low and behold they divorced and dd went to spend the weekend with her and came home very upset. "Grandma" had told her that she really wasn't her grandma, I was one mad mama. She never wanted to go back after that, it hurt her feelings so bad. Ex-mother inlaw's daughter called and ask why and when I told her she got mad too.
good night all see you soon.
And I cant believe all the - shall we say - issues you have had to endure. 
Going to the next chapter now, it's so much more fun reading these than working. 
I got the invite and then I forgot 
Told you it wasn't a good excuse.
. I'm so glad I have my computer back (although just as I guessed, it's just not the same....)
