From Oil Wells to Jingle Bells-Bells,pg.66, See you in September!

[nebo]

This is your last chance, go baaaaaack!

You have been warned!

This is a double chapter as it turns out.


Friday started innocuous enough, we checked out of the Villas ok, the car started, we were on our way back to the All Stars, Music this time or as I said earlier, "Once more unto the breech."
By the way, that line is from Shakespeare, Henry the fifth. 'O Henry himself delivered it meaning, "Let's try it again."

On the way there, we stopped at the Hess and picked up some pop and bread and chips, then we pulled into Music.

After parking in the lot out front, we're already scanning the bus stops for yellow shirts on our way into the lobby.

So far, so good.
I see some, but they seemed like mixed gender groups.
What I don't see are huge groups of teenage boys wearing the yellow that also signifies soccer groups from Brazil.

I reminded Diane we had requested a room in Jazz, close to the piano pool. Let's see what happened now.

Absolutely no one was in front of us in line so we just walked right up to a waiting teller.

"Nebo and Smidgy checking in for a 3 night stay."

She punched it in, "Ah yes, here you are, Nebo and Smidgy, let's see......"

She punched more buttons, "Ok, got a room for you in Jazz Inn, but it's not ready yet, if you give me your cell number we'll call you when it's ready."

Then she punched more buttons, but this time we could see her eyes slowly getting larger and larger.
She barely glanced up and said, "Hold on a minute please," and walked away.

Two minutes later she came back with a second employee, this woman looks at the screen, glances up at us and says to the other one, "I'll be right back."

The first one then walks away a short distance, I can tell to avoid answering any of our questions and we're left standing there in the dark.

Now, woman number 2 comes back with yet another woman, I could tell this one was the Big Cheese, the Head Warden, the Great Poobah, and the first one rejoins them so they now have a force of 3 to check us in.

Or not.

Diane gives me a "What the heck" quizzical look with her eyebrows, I whispered to her that I think this is what is meant by a "staff" infection.

After what seemed like she was typing out War and Peace on the keyboard, Queen Bee then says to us:

"We have a room on the second floor that's ready now, close to the piano pool, but it's a King bed room and also a handicap room, will that be ok?"

By now I was half expecting a SWAT team to come at us so this took me by surprise.

I told her we really didn't mind waiting, we expected that but she really wanted us to have this king bed room for some reason and to not have to wait, so we said fine.

After finishing up and getting our room number, we thanked all 3 of them, and when we got out of earshot we both said at the same time,
"What the heck was that all about?"

The only thing we could think of was that something showed up in our file from the incident at Sports, and either they were trying to keep us away from tour groups, or there was a flag that said we had been through a lot at Sports and to do the best they can for us.

Never did find out.

As for the room, it was on the back end of the building facing toward the parking lot, but there were a lot of trees in the way so it wasn't bad, and only a few rooms down from the center cut-through and the ice and elevators.

But this is the first time we are in a handicap room at a Value resort and boy did it look weird.
One huge bed in the center, nightstands on both sides, and even though the bathroom is a lot bigger, it still seemed like there was a lot of empty space all around.

As for the bathroom, that was really strange to me.

You know how small the entrance way usually is, not this time though, much wider, I guess for a wheelchair.

And no tub. Nope, nada.

The floor just kind of slopes down a bit to go under a shower curtain, with a drain there in the middle of the lowest point of the slopeage.
I still don't get it, if you're handicapped you mean you have to always take a shower? You can't ease yourself into a tub for a bath? If you need a wheelchair and can't stand, how are you going to do that? Do they expect you just to strip off all your clothes and wheel yourself in and take a shower still sitting in the wheelchairf? And why can't the Bears offensive line protect Cutler any better.

So many mysteries in life.
So few answers.
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After settling in, we changed and went down to the Calypso pool to be close to the food court to refill our mugs. My foot was also really sore, and since there was a long comute tonight I didn't want pain to get in the way of a great meal and ended up taking the very last of my painkillers.
That's it, all she wrote, the cupboard is now empty and no refills in sight. We still have 3 nights left on this trip plus the drive home.

Nebo was morose.

But I shook it off, and after the pills kicked in and it was getting later, I went back to the room and made us a couple of drinks in the mugs and brought them back.

Around 4 we went back and changed, took our time and had another drink. About 6 we left to start our comute with fuzzy cup drinks in hand.

So far it seems like this resort isn't overun with the Brazillian tour groups. There's some but they seem as mannered as anybody else and we are about to be on our way to the Magic Kingdom.

Dinner tonight is out of pocket, and at a place Diane has wanted to go back to for some time now, Ohana's.
We have only eaten here once before, and that was almost 5 years ago so she was really looking forward to it.

Just as we get near the bus stop, we see the last people boarding a bus and we run for it. Just caught it in time, we did, and even got seats to boot and sat down.

As the bus pulls away I started looking around, this bus was 90 percent girls, and all wearing orange shirts.
And all talking at once, but in English, no, not Brazillians but Americans.

And were they ever LOUD!

I gave Smidgy the raised eyebrow this time, after trying to read one of their shirts she told me, "Girls Scout Troop."

"What? Girls Shout Troop?" At least I got a chuckle out of her.
And again, why can't they all text each other like they usually do? But really, I didn't care, they were all having a blast and weren't threatening or rude in the slightest.

At MK, we opted to take the ferry over to the Poly, didn't have a long wait and by the time we reached the dock, we had finished our fuzzy cups and were ready to go have a smoke first and then check in.

After killing some time at the DSA and just walking around, we climbed the stairs and went and found the podium outside Ohana's where there was a long line checking in. This didn't look good and when it was finally our turn at the altar the girl told us it could be twenty minutes or so for our table, and she gave Smidgy a vibrator.

Sorry, buzzer.

Back to the smoking area we go.
Twenty minutes go by and no buzz from the vibrator.

Not even a Woody.

That's Buzz Lightyear and Woody the Cowboy I'm talking about so stop it now.

Back up the stairs we go, now there is only a short line but we wen't right to the front and asked what happened to our ressie.

The girl seemed to look at us like she is seeing us for the first time, then she checks her board and says it will be about 20 minutes for a table.

Diane very quickly told her that that's what she said 20 minutes ago when she gave us the buzzer, and held it up.

"Oh," the girl responded, "I'll see if I can hurry it up."

We just hung around up there for awhile, walking around the atrium, looking at the jungle and waterfall inside.
It really is pretty, Diane mentioned.
I then mentioned that I'll bet it's even prettier on a FULL STOMACH!

And then the buzzer went off.

We were seated near this huge fireplace/oven/stove, a waiter showed up and I ordered a Coke, Diane an iced tea and he said he'd be back with our drinks.

(like I said, this is out of pocket and we spent enough this trip, don't want to buy a couple of ten dollar drinks on top of the meal)

Around us a woman is leading kids in coconut relays and some races I didn't understand, but every one was having a good time, then the waiter showed back up with our drinks.

"Here you are, now let me tell you how this works here."

"We are going to start you out with a salad, then we are going to bring you out skewers of chicken, shrimp, pork and beef, noodles, ,,,,,"

At this point I perked up, and leaned over to Diane and said, "Noodles, wow, must be some really teeny, tiny, but really lonnng skewers."
Then I looked back up to the waiter, who was giving me that patient, "Are you finished" look.

And just before he started up again, I leaned back to Smidgy and said, "How'd you like to be the guy that has to thread all those noodles down onto the skewer? I'll bet his hand has to look like a pincus........."

"Yes Steve, we get it, please stop."

I folded my hands in front of me on the table, and innocently looked back at the waiter.
This time he wasn't gonna wait.

"A BOWL of noodles, skewers of chicken, shrimp, pork,,,,,,"

I interrupted him again.

"Oh, shrimp?"
"How is the shrimp prepared?" I really wanted to know this.

Without missing a beat, he leaned a little closer to me and with a straight face said;

"Oh, we don't treat them any differently."
"We tell them right to their face they're gonna die."

It took me a couple of seconds to get the meaning of the way he used the word "prepared", and it was all I could do to keep a straight face, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.
I just looked up at him and nodded.

He went on, finished by telling us about bread pudding for dessert and left, but not before Smidgy told him that we didn't want to be rushed.

Had to admit to myself, damn, that was a good line and had to laugh a bit.

So since Smidgy told him we didn't want to be rushed, one guy shows up with a bowl of salad, another guy is popping chicken off a skewer onto our plates, somebody shows up with something else and it was like they were lining up to be the first on their block to serve us something.
No, there was no holding them back.

Now, did you see what happened in that conversation I had with the waiter?
That's right, I never did get my question answered, and it's important.

You see, I am not a big fish, or anything that comes from under the water fan. I can take the usual friday night beer battered cod fish fry, or some breaded deep fried shrimp, but that's about the end of it.

Smidgy is the big shrimp lover, and here the guy comes now. Of course, I have a mouthful when he shows up, so instead of asking him about the shrimp, I just held up two fingers signifying how many to put on my plate, and slides two of them off the skewer.

Did I mention that it's pretty dark over our table, and with the fireplace/oven/stove, blazing in my eyes, it's hard for me to see what's on my plate.

Then a guy shows up with some pork on a stick, and now my plate is a confusing mess.
One thing I did know by now was that I just love the noodles, man were they tasty.
As I was scooping another pile of them on my fork, I accidentally scooped in something that had infiltrated the noodles.

And it was crunchy.

I knew it was the shrimp, and with the noodles going in at the same time I figured it was some really crunchy breading they bake or fry them in, and just kept chewing.

Hey, not bad, went good with the noodles, and I saw that the noodles I had added to my plate were also hiding the second piece of shrimp, so I did the same scoop again.

And I started chewing.

As I was starting to think that maybe something isn't quite right here, since this was apparently a much bigger shrimp, Diane said something to me that just barely registered because I was beginning to concentrate on my chewing.

"Have you tried the peel and eat shrimp, Honey?"

I barely heard this, but slowly, slowly, it seeped into my rapidly becoming numb brain, and time seemed to slow down.

Her simple statement started out like this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
then became????????????????????????
and finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

peel and eat, peel and eat, peelandeat, peelandeatpeelandeatpeelandeat..........

This is why I tried to find out how the shrimp was prepared. I don't like to peel the food I'm about to eat. I don't
like having to undress my food first, fondle my food and I certainly don't like to have to take off skins, shells, membranes or whatever when it's on my plate.

In mid chew, I grabbed my napkin and spit the rest into it, but it was too late, I had already eaten half of this one and the whole other one. It was all I could do to keep everything down at that point.

"Diane, please, if you love me you will not mention the shrimp again, ok?"
"I'll explain later."

Ya think I was very careful after that?

But my stomach was doing flip flops the whole rest of the way.

I didn't touch the bread pudding when it came, Smidgy said it was "superb".

Then I paid.

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Walking out of the building we decided to take tha ferry back again, and standing at the end of the pier, something didn't feel right with me.

No, not right at all.

The boat pulls up, and just when we got on, I was hit with a huge cramp, almost doubled me over.

After taking my seat, a second one came on.

This is not good.

All I kept thinking was that this is not a good night to dally on the way back to the resort.

Wanna guess what's waiting for us back at the Magic Kingdom?

That's right, we timed the Electrical Water Pageant just perfect, or so it seemed at first.

I thought I was doomed.
But no, this captain wasn't waiting for anything, and drove around the end of the parade and pulled up at the dock with a minimal delay, bless his heart.

We got off the boat and I was thinking I better hit a bathroom before we head to the bus stop, but I didnt have the slightest clue where they are here, and it is pitch black out, just a lot of lights shining in my eyes.

Again, Smidgy is off to the races, heading to the bus stop and I followed a good way behind.

The cramps had subsided for a little bit, but now they are back in full force as we reach the Music bus stop.

And there is not a soul in line ahead of us.

Oh no, this is not good, I think.

"Damn, we must have just missed one!"

Then I told Smidgy about my dilemma, which rhymes with enema, which,,,,,,,,,,

This is one ailment that she can sympathize with me, now she's rooting for a quick bus as well. As we're waiting, a family of four comes and joins us and the man asks, "Did we just miss a bus?"

Believe me, in my highly agitated state it was all I could do to keep from a smartass comment.

Not five minutes passed, and a strange bus pulls up at the Music stop.
The doors open, nobody gets out but the bus driver leans way over and down and asks if we are all waiting for a bus to take us back to All Star Music.

Being the first in line and the one he was mainly talking to, this time I did crack;]

"What gave it away?"
"Was it all of standing here under a big sign that says All Star Music that did it?"

He just laughed and said, " Well, ok then, I'll take y'all over there, no problem."

I almost tripped going up the stairs that fast.

This has never, ever happened before. This is not a Disney bus, for all I knew he was going to busjack us and hold us for ransom but I was willing to take that chance, I guess the others felt the same way cuz they joined us.

But the best part of all was, he then wouldn't wait.
He slammed the doors and pulled away with just the six of us. If I make it, he is now in my will.

Still standing, another huge cramp hit me, and I could not think straight.
I wanted to stay near the front, close to the exit, and just grabbed a pole and swung myself into a seat.

I wasn't thinking.

This is not a Disney bus.

I bashed my head on something overhead, then landed in my seat.
It wasn't the kind of head bashing that makes you see stars, or little birdies flying around, but it was a pretty good bash nonetheless.

Especially since it was on a sharp corner.

Nobody else saw this, but even still, this wasn't my main concern, my intestines were my main concern, this is just more pain, I can deal with that.

I don't believe I have ever been in such a bad situation in my whole entire life. I honestly didn't know what to do, I'm squeezing my entire body inside in hopes of making it.

The cramps were rolling in constantly now, and I was focusing on a little spot on the ceiling of the bus, I would not take my eyes off it.

And I was praying, and praying very seriously.
Well, at least at first.
I'm not good at prayer, but I said I was thankful that at least my head wan't bleeding.

Then something started crawling down the side of my head on the right.
I had my head tilted to the right to better focus on that spot on the ceiling.

No, not crawling, something is running down the side of my head, now going into my ear.

I pullled out my handkerchief, spiffy, just spiffy, my heads bleeding like a stuck pig.

Smidgy is on my left, she doesn't see my holding my hanky up to my head and I still haven't taken my eyes off that spot on the ceiling.

I went back to praying.

Once again my mind waylaid my prayers.

Meatloaf came to mind.

No, not the meal, I mean the singer, as in "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights."
Yep, he worked into my prayers.

"Praying to my God and on my mother's grave
"that we will make it in the nick of time,
"I prayed we'd make it in the nick of time."

"So now I'm praying for the end of the ride,
To hurry up and arrive,"

"Cuz if I gotta spend another minute in here
I don't think that I will really survive........."


This is just great, I am totally and completely about to burst from the inside out, my head is leaking blood down the side of my face and I'm re-writing the words to a stupid Meatloaf song.

As we got closer, Diane asked me, "Think you're gonna make it?"

"I think I'd like to buy a bowel."

We pulled up at the resort in record time, from the Poly back to Music in less than an hour, and I was out the door like a shot.

But I couldn't run, oh no, that would make me lose it. We just walked very quickly towards our room, I thought about the restroom in the lobby, but wasn't sure where it was and didn't want to waste time looking for it.

It was on the path that I realized that the Polynesian word Ohana really means, "Outta my way!"
I yelled to her, "Get the key out, get the key out!"
We ran into a slow moving family ahead of us blocking the path, I yelled "Ohana", I could see the guy was confused but the woman said something to him and I heard him say, "Oh, Ohana", and they moved aside.

WHen I got to the room, she already had the door open and I at last found Utopia.

And relief.

I was in there a while, and new that she herself would be wanting to use it soon, so when I was done I just walked out without even looking in the mirror.
You see, I can not possibly go to the bathroom without her wanting to do the same thing after I get in. It's like she feels left out, I think.
I'm sure if I had been one to he trapped miners in Chile, and they had managed to get a porta-potty down to them, that when it was my turn to use it, as soon as I got in there would be a knock on the door and she would be asking me,

"How much longer?"

So I got out of there fast as I could, not realizing I still had blood on the side of my face.
Smidgy looked at me and,,,,,,,,,"Oh my God, what happened?"

"Trust me, it was pretty violent in there."


see? isn't sharing overrated?
goodnight

 

[mmeb144]

"Oh, shrimp?"
"How is the shrimp prepared?" I really wanted to know this.

Without missing a beat, he leaned a little closer to me and with a straight face said;

"Oh, we don't treat them any differently."
"We tell them right to their face they're gonna die."

OMG, that was hilarious! I'm sorry about your intestinal difficulties. Do you take air freshner with you when you travel? Smidgy would probably marry you all over again. Oh, wait, she already did that.

 

[LisaKeys]

Another great post - even if the laugh was at your expense!

The waiter was definitely your "witted" match - kudo's to the "treatment" answer. I felt badly for you as you began crunching away.

Now - I know you realize just how much I understand your dilemma on the way back to the room! Right down to finding something to stay focused upon. But, your final answer to Smidgy's question as to what happened to your head, your answer of: "Trust me, it was pretty violent in there." had me rolling on the floor!!!

Thanks for the mood lifter - once again perfectly timed!

Hope to "read" your TR again soon!

 

[Heluvsme]

I hate that you were so sick, but thank you for making us all laugh! At your expense, oh I'm sorry!


"...I'd like to buy a bowel...."



~Dawn

 

[McDisney]

This is your last chance, go baaaaaack!

You have been warned!


ONWARD!! BWAA HAAA HAAA!

"We have a room on the second floor that's ready now, close to the piano pool, but it's a King bed room and also a handicap room, will that be ok?"

By now I was half expecting a SWAT team to come at us so this took me by surprise.

Am I the only one here that sees something wrong with putting a handicapped room on the second floor - elevator or no elevator it just seems a bit odd to me.

I think they should have prepared you with the shrimp, so you could be......,,,,, um,,,,,, prepared

 

[bkgkdisneymom]

Ok, new chapter tonight, but a warning!
Don't read while you are eating.

Or after eating.

Or getting ready to eat.


Maybe you just shouldn't read it at all.

later


You scared me. I thought it was going to be a vomit story. Bleh

I can't believe you turned such a miserable night into a funny story.

Thanks for the laughs!

 

[traveljunkie]

OMG you had me laughing!! And feeling bad for laughing. Sorry for your pain . There's nothing worse than waiting for things to go from bad to worse and to be stuck on a bus!! AND to hit your head. Not only did you have to live it then but relive it to entertain us . When you were first talking about Ohana's I thought hmmm I may have to try there again (I've only had breakfast there) but now...doesn't sound so good.

TMI: Just remember this little tip (we never go on a trip without cuz we have the same "how much longer" questions and no time to vent ) leave matches in the bathroom. Instant air 'freshner'. I learned this when in my much, much younger days on a trip to Vegas with about 100 of my 'friends' on a bowling league After much sun, booze & food at the pool, I had to runto some friends' room because my hotel was across the gigantic street ...who makes those damn hallways so long...like the Shining?? One of the friends offered matches....

Thanks for the post!

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[heathers4um]

OMG you poor soul!! I just knew the minute you said you had something crunchy in your mouth that....never mind.

You had me crying!

 

[nebo]

Boy, it sure was fun reliving that evening as I was writing about it., but at least there were some laughs in there.
Believe me, when I started last night I had no intention of making it a marathon chapter. The problem was there really wasn't enough to talk about before the "dinner" to make a chapter, and I didn't want to turn the dinner and aftermath into a two parter, that needed to be told in one sitting.
It was kind of funny writing it, as my situation became more and more desperate trying to get to a bathroom, the faster and faster I kept trying to type and I couldn't stop it.
I do want to say that the whole situation was my own fault, not Ohana's. The food there is really very good, I just would have stayed away from the shrimp had I known. I also left out the sticky wings they brought us that were also very good, there's definately a reason why Ohana's is right up there with Le Cellier as the hardest ressies to get.

OMG, that was hilarious! I'm sorry about your intestinal difficulties. Do you take air freshner with you when you travel? Smidgy would probably marry you all over again. Oh, wait, she already did that.

Geesh. No, I don't bring air freshener with me, this was just a very special occasion, bathroom smell was the least of my worries.

Another great post - even if the laugh was at your expense!

The waiter was definitely your "witted" match - kudo's to the "treatment" answer. I felt badly for you as you began crunching away.

Now - I know you realize just how much I understand your dilemma on the way back to the room! Right down to finding something to stay focused upon. But, your final answer to Smidgy's question as to what happened to your head, your answer of: "Trust me, it was pretty violent in there." had me rolling on the floor!!!

Thanks for the mood lifter - once again perfectly timed!

Hope to "read" your TR again soon!

Lisa, if I had realized that I still had some blood on me for Smidgy to see, believe me, I would have done everything possible to make it look much worse when I walked out of the john, her reaction was great as it was, but oh, the potential was there to really scare the hell out of her.

I hate that you were so sick, but thank you for making us all laugh! At your expense, oh I'm sorry!


"...I'd like to buy a bowel...."



~Dawn

Dawn, believe me, I wouldn't wish that hour I went through trying to get back to our room in time on my worst enema.

Am I the only one here that sees something wrong with putting a handicapped room on the second floor - elevator or no elevator it just seems a bit odd to me.

I think they should have prepared you with the shrimp, so you could be......,,,,, um,,,,,, prepared

Shawn I told Diane the exact same thing, why are the handicap rooms on the second floor?
And, to be honest, I don't know for certain it was the shrimp that did that to me, it could have been from a lot of different causes. As for "preparing" in a way I was already. The painkillers almost always "clog" you up, I remember many times wondering, "Funny, I don't recall eating a bowling ball last night."
(boy, I will be so glad when my digestive tract isn't the main topic in doing the call outs)

Ok, new chapter tonight, but a warning!
Don't read while you are eating.

Or after eating.

Or getting ready to eat.


Maybe you just shouldn't read it at all.

later


You scared me. I thought it was going to be a vomit story. Bleh

I can't believe you turned such a miserable night into a funny story.

Thanks for the laughs!

You're welcom. Hey, Lake in the Hills, what do the letters bkgk in your screen name stand for? And I don't know why when I said we were neighbors I said we were just norhteast of you, I meant southeast over in C'ville. I do envy you though, you're a lot closer to the best pizza in the whole world, Lou Malnotti's, think I'll tell Smidgy that's where I want to go next month for my birthday.

OMG you had me laughing!! And feeling bad for laughing.

Never feel sorry for a moron that doesn't peel the peel and eat shrimp first.

Sorry for your pain . There's nothing worse than waiting for things to go from bad to worse and to be stuck on a bus!! AND to hit your head. Not only did you have to live it then but relive it to entertain us . When you were first talking about Ohana's I thought hmmm I may have to try there again (I've only had breakfast there) but now...doesn't sound so good.

Really, if you can book the place, go for it, don't go by my experience, Smidgy had no problems.

TMI: Just remember this little tip (we never go on a trip without cuz we have the same "how much longer" questions and no time to vent ) leave matches in the bathroom. Instant air 'freshner'. I learned this when in my much, much younger days on a trip to Vegas with about 100 of my 'friends' on a bowling league After much sun, booze & food at the pool, I had to runto some friends' room because my hotel was across the gigantic street ...who makes those damn hallways so long...like the Shining?? One of the friends offered matches....

Thanks for the post!

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Um, ok, but I'd be afraid to use the matches. I've always called the special toilets and the scary way they flush "detonators" as it is, hate to see it become defined too literally.
And I'd also hate to have a sulphur smell in the room. Even though we never ever actually smoke in a room, I'm always afraid a housekeeper is going to assume we did because there is always packs of smokes lying around, and sometimes when we are walking, I'll take the but and put it in my pocket when I'm done, then empty my pocket in a garbage can in the room and I'm worried that a maid is going to assume we were smoking in the room and have them charge us for that.

OMG you poor soul!! I just knew the minute you said you had something crunchy in your mouth that....never mind.

You had me crying!

Saw it coming, didja? Well, live and learn. But I would like to go back, and THIS time enjoy all the other flavors that you don't have to "peel" first.



later

 

[traveljunkie]

Um, ok, but I'd be afraid to use the matches. I've always called the special toilets and the scary way they flush "detonators" as it is, hate to see it become defined too literally.
And I'd also hate to have a sulphur smell in the room. Even though we never ever actually smoke in a room, I'm always afraid a housekeeper is going to assume we did because there is always packs of smokes lying around, and sometimes when we are walking, I'll take the but and put it in my pocket when I'm done, then empty my pocket in a garbage can in the room and I'm worried that a maid is going to assume we were smoking in the room and have them charge us for that.

That's funny because we don't smoke but I think the same thing. I'm always playing hide the matches which just sounds so silly but you're right...don't want to be accused of something we didn't do. But every trip I hear, "honey, where'd you put the matches "

 

[Self_resqing_princz]

The crunching threw me off... I thought the tails were just still on them. Sorry bout that... I am a seafood fanatic. I just don't understand people who don't like it... sorry. I eat everything under the ocean... except eel... just can't bring myself to do it. My favorite? Crab legs... when we go to the Chineese buffets that have them, they ask me to leave because I've eaten their whole weeks' supply.
Sorry bout your bowels... but that was pretty funny.

 

[nebo]

That's funny because we don't smoke but I think the same thing. I'm always playing hide the matches which just sounds so silly but you're right...don't want to be accused of something we didn't do. But every trip I hear, "honey, where'd you put the matches "

One thing I have noticed, it seems that smokers are a lot more fearless at the DVC resorts. We had a ground floor/patio room at the Boardwalk last year and there were butts all over the place around the patio. It was actually pretty slobby looking, can't believe people would just throw the butts all over.
And not at the BCVillas, there was a huge group in one or two bedroom villa just below us and to the left and they were smoking up a storm on the balcony making no effort to hide it at all.
But I know that's not what you're talking about when you need the matches. After Ohana's I could have probably used a Roman Candle.

The crunching threw me off... I thought the tails were just still on them. Sorry bout that... I am a seafood fanatic. I just don't understand people who don't like it... sorry. I eat everything under the ocean... except eel... just can't bring myself to do it. My favorite? Crab legs... when we go to the Chineese buffets that have them, they ask me to leave because I've eaten their whole weeks' supply.
Sorry bout your bowels... but that was pretty funny.

Alaskan King Crabs I like, to me tastes just like lobster. I just need someone to take them out of their protective packaging for me, I'm terrible at it. I gave up on snow crabs, I won't even try to get that little strand of meat out of them anymore, not worth the time and effort. After ten minutes of working on one leg, I end up swinging it like a billy club on the edge of the table hoping something comes out of it.

 

[dwheatl]

My sister taught me the secret of eating crab legs. You stab your fork into the soft part of the shell, then sort of "jack" it up like an old-fashioned can opener. It works surprisingly well.

 

[Self_resqing_princz]

Alaskan King Crabs I like, to me tastes just like lobster. I just need someone to take them out of their protective packaging for me, I'm terrible at it. I gave up on snow crabs, I won't even try to get that little strand of meat out of them anymore, not worth the time and effort. After ten minutes of working on one leg, I end up swinging it like a billy club on the edge of the table hoping something comes out of it.

OMG! I am awesome at "crab cracking!"... you're obviously doing it wrong if it takes you that long. It's super easy, I promise. You start at the end of the leg- the claw looking part and at all the joints, bend the opposite way til it pops off... then hold each part with one end in each hand, put your thumbs in the middle, then push away... walla... you scrape out all of the meat with a fork and you're golden. Let me know if you need a picture instructional... If so, I can "take one for the team" and go to Joe's Crab shack with my husband and eat a bucket of crab legs so he can take pictures and I'll post them for you.

 

[orangecats2]

OMG! I am awesome at "crab cracking!"... you're obviously doing it wrong if it takes you that long. It's super easy, I promise. You start at the end of the leg- the claw looking part and at all the joints, bend the opposite way til it pops off... then hold each part with one end in each hand, put your thumbs in the middle, then push away... walla... you scrape out all of the meat with a fork and you're golden. Let me know if you need a picture instructional... If so, I can "take one for the team" and go to Joe's Crab shack with my husband and eat a bucket of crab legs so he can take pictures and I'll post them for you.

Pics are always good! DH and I went to Red Lobster last night and he got the endless shrimp - he had six helpings! The waitress quit asking if he wanted more after helping #5!

 

[Rozz]

So this bus driver that is now in your will, the driver of the magic bus or the mystery bus, turned out to be the rescue bus! Almost makes up for the situation at Sports...or not. Sure sounds like special, albeit puzzling, Disney magic!

I’ve been offline for awhile and am trying to get caught up in between doing laundry and baking cookies with my daughter. We’ve been experimenting with the cookies so we’re only cooking a few at a time. We’ve been eating them all as soon as the experimenting is done. My son has been helping us. If we don’t slow down, we are going to need the special Disney bus later tonight!

Ready for another installment! No shrimp please!

 

[bkgkdisneymom]

You're welcom. Hey, Lake in the Hills, what do the letters bkgk in your screen name stand for? And I don't know why when I said we were neighbors I said we were just norhteast of you, I meant southeast over in C'ville. I do envy you though, you're a lot closer to the best pizza in the whole world, Lou Malnotti's, think I'll tell Smidgy that's where I want to go next month for my birthday.


BK and GK are my kids' initials, and I knew where Carpentersville was. I figured it was just a typo or something.

Ahh, Lou's, I pass it often on my way to the hockey rink. A good birthday idea. Eating there I mean, not passing it by on the way to hockey. Hey, I actually did pass by Lou's and go to the rink on my birthday! I'm going to the rink tonight too. I wish I had an ipad so I could take the DIS with me.

 

[KCSherri]

Wow...I lurk much, post little...and was a bit bored Saturday night, so decided to sit down and read a Trip Report.

Discovered Nebo's TR.

Next thing I know, it's Monday morning, and I've waded my way through 47 pages of a witty and fun party.

Hubs had a few minor heart attacks when I would suddenly, with no warning, burst out laughing in loud guffaws....he was also concerned, when at one point at 2:00 am Sunday morning, I laughed so hard I was actually crying and couldn't stop. "Get a kleenex!" I yelled...

He says, "What's WRONG??!!"

I said, "It's Nebo." No more explanation was needed.

I am now going back and reading all past TR installments of Nebo's, as I don't want the adventure to end.

And - here's the shocker...my Hubby is a Disney hater. Sad, but true. I still love him, as he's good for other things, like killing spiders and changing the oil in my car.

We were just AT Disney in March, and that little adventure is enough to last him until the next century.

However, I'm a Disney addict....and so yesterday, after reading the stories, I couldn't stand it...and I've booked a SOLO trip to the World in November for 5 days.

I was going to be in Florida anyway, and I went online and found a room at the Yacht Club, and I have all of my ADR's made.

Thanks, Nebo. Your fault. I HAVE to go get a fix now after reading your adventures!

Sherri

 

[nebo]

My sister taught me the secret of eating crab legs. You stab your fork into the soft part of the shell, then sort of "jack" it up like an old-fashioned can opener. It works surprisingly well.

Your "Old-fashioned" can openers are the only ones we have, so I'm well aware of how they work, but I still think you're full of it when you say it's easy. I solved the problem by taking some English clam chowder and pouring a little over string cheese. If you pretend really good when you "peel' the string cheese....

OMG! I am awesome at "crab cracking!"... you're obviously doing it wrong if it takes you that long. It's super easy, I promise. You start at the end of the leg- the claw looking part and at all the joints, bend the opposite way til it pops off... then hold each part with one end in each hand, put your thumbs in the middle, then push away... walla... you scrape out all of the meat with a fork and you're golden. Let me know if you need a picture instructional... If so, I can "take one for the team" and go to Joe's Crab shack with my husband and eat a bucket of crab legs so he can take pictures and I'll post them for you.

Ok Becca, I think you definately should take one for the team, only make sure it contains an instructive video, I'm sure your hubby will understand.

Pics are always good! DH and I went to Red Lobster last night and he got the endless shrimp - he had six helpings! The waitress quit asking if he wanted more after helping #5!

Wow, that's a lot of shrimp I'm guessing, even it it was de-veined and shelled and beer and coconut battered, I couldn't eat that much. WHat, did she just bring out one at a time?

So this bus driver that is now in your will, the driver of the magic bus or the mystery bus, turned out to be the rescue bus! Almost makes up for the situation at Sports...or not. Sure sounds like special, albeit puzzling, Disney magic!

Well, no, this didn't make up for Sports, simiply because this wasn't a Disney bus or driver. To this day we still have no idea who he worked for or why he was there, I prefer to think he was the answer to my prayers.

I’ve been offline for awhile and am trying to get caught up in between doing laundry and baking cookies with my daughter. We’ve been experimenting with the cookies so we’re only cooking a few at a time. We’ve been eating them all as soon as the experimenting is done. My son has been helping us. If we don’t slow down, we are going to need the special Disney bus later tonight!
I quit making cookies when the last, and also the first, time I tried last year, I was soundly ridiculed and made fun of just for asking a simple question ahead of time.
I wanted to know how long you should wait before you flip them over.
Made sense to me.

Ready for another installment! No shrimp please!

Coming up tonight, and it will be change of pace.

[BK and GK are my kids' initials, and I knew where Carpentersville was. I figured it was just a typo or something.

Ahh, Lou's, I pass it often on my way to the hockey rink. A good birthday idea. Eating there I mean, not passing it by on the way to hockey. Hey, I actually did pass by Lou's and go to the rink on my birthday! I'm going to the rink tonight too. I wish I had an ipad so I could take the DIS with me.

That's cool your kids are into hockey, for a long time our entire social life revolved around the travel soccer teams that both our kids were into, indoors and out. And doesn't it seem like the Hawks just won the cup? I can't believe they are already 8 games into the new season.

And they better get their act together soon! We're really missining Bufflin and Ladd and Aunti Em.

Wow...I lurk much, post little...and was a bit bored Saturday night, so decided to sit down and read a Trip Report.


Hubs had a few minor heart attacks when I would suddenly, with no warning, burst out laughing in loud guffaws....he was also concerned, when at one point at 2:00 am Sunday morning, I laughed so hard I was actually crying and couldn't stop. "Get a kleenex!" I yelled...

He says, "What's WRONG??!!"

I said, "It's Nebo." No more explanation was needed.

I am now going back and reading all past TR installments of Nebo's, as I don't want the adventure to end.

And - here's the shocker...my Hubby is a Disney hater. Sad, but true. I still love him, as he's good for other things, like killing spiders and changing the oil in my car.

We were just AT Disney in March, and that little adventure is enough to last him until the next century.

However, I'm a Disney addict....and so yesterday, after reading the stories, I couldn't stand it...and I've booked a SOLO trip to the World in November for 5 days.

I was going to be in Florida anyway, and I went online and found a room at the Yacht Club, and I have all of my ADR's made.

Thanks, Nebo. Your fault. I HAVE to go get a fix now after reading your adventures!

Sherri

Hi Sherry, glad you're having fun reading, as they say, "My work here is done", but that's too bad your hubby isn't into it like you are, maybe there are a few situations or experiences that have soured him on Disney that can be avoided next time? There was a time when I was totally against the free dining, I hated interuppting the touring to go eat yet again, but with our total familiarity of all the rides and attractions now, my views on all the dinners have changed. Either that or now I'm just turning into a fat pig.
' Or mayber you are going at the wrong times? March is not a good time with all the Easter vacationers and Spring breakers. But I ho0pe you have a good time going solo in november, I just couldn't picture myself being there without Smidgy, hut then again, I know she loves it just as much as I do.As for reading the older reports, I don't know which one is better than the rest, they all have good and bad about them.
So don't be a stranger here, we will be there right after Thanksgiving so maybe if you're there you can keep an eye out for us.

 

[jcc0621]

Sorry I wasn't here for while. My mom passed away and things have been a bit hectic. I tried to read, but just couldn't comprehend what I was reading.

Until now.........

The only thing we could think of was that something showed up in our file from the incident at Sports, and either they were trying to keep us away from tour groups, or there was a flag that said we had been through a lot at Sports and to do the best they can for us.

That is my guess too

That's it, all she wrote, the cupboard is now empty and no refills in sight. We still have 3 nights left on this trip plus the drive home.

Uh oh!

Dinner tonight is out of pocket, and at a place Diane has wanted to go back to for some time now, Ohana's.
We have only eaten here once before, and that was almost 5 years ago so she was really looking forward to it.

Have only done breakfast here.

"What? Girls Shout Troop?" At least I got a chuckle out of her.
And again, why can't they all text each other like they usually do? But really, I didn't care, they were all having a blast and weren't threatening or rude in the slightest.

This you don't mind. People having a good time is what it is all about

At this point I perked up, and leaned over to Diane and said, "Noodles, wow, must be some really teeny, tiny, but really lonnng skewers." [/QUOTE]

"Oh, shrimp?"
"How is the shrimp prepared?" I really wanted to know this.

Without missing a beat, he leaned a little closer to me and with a straight face said;

"Oh, we don't treat them any differently."
"We tell them right to their face they're gonna die."

It took me a couple of seconds to get the meaning of the way he used the word "prepared", and it was all I could do to keep a straight face, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.
I just looked up at him and nodded.

That is HILARIOUS

As I was starting to think that maybe something isn't quite right here, since this was apparently a much bigger shrimp, Diane said something to me that just barely registered because I was beginning to concentrate on my chewing.

"Have you tried the peel and eat shrimp, Honey?"

I barely heard this, but slowly, slowly, it seeped into my rapidly becoming numb brain, and time seemed to slow down.

Her simple statement started out like this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
then became????????????????????????
and finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

peel and eat, peel and eat, peelandeat, peelandeatpeelandeatpeelandeat..........

Sorry

see? isn't sharing overrated?
goodnight

Sometimes