Today's update is brought to you by the Nintendo Wii. The author will be returning to Endless Ocean as soon as her photos finish uploading. Yes, she is fully aware that she is a dork who enjoys pretending to scuba dive.
I am also going to give a collective "you guys rock, thanks for reading" to everyone since I am so behind on the comments. Hope that is ok with you guys.
Oh, except one thing: Bendy, we just watched the Alton Brown Good Eats on Edamame and we thought of you and Jay!
Alrighty, without further ado we return to your regularly scheduled TR.
Apologies for the long absence, its been a heck of a week and a half! Needless to say, I am happy to take a break from life for a bit to re-live my time on the Magic. Is it next fall yet? And if so, why not?
When we last left our geeks, they were getting ready for formal night. Our first formal night! Many of you recall that I had bought a dress on ebay for the occasion, as I had no floor-length dresses to speak of. And if I did have one, I would certainly speak about it. As a matter of fact, I do. Would you like to hear me speak about it?
I have but one photo of us on formal night, take with Sarahs camera in a dark alley behind the boat. Ok, so it was actually in the lobby. But it looks like a dark alley behind the boat. Sadly, you can barely see the glory of my $15 dress. Which cost $45 to alter. And was still too long. Even with heels.
We took photos with Ariels statue and with the Captain, but we did not purchase them even though we looked snazzy to the nines. Why? Because I seemed to have a case of gimp hand. Every single photo we took, except for the dark alley photo, showcased my crumpled, awkwardly bent hand doing
..something. Was I trying to hold my wrap? Was I trying not to trip over my too-long dress? Was I preparing to backhand my husband? Ill never know.
So here it is: the $15 dress that cost $45 to alter and was still too long, in the back alley of the Disney Magic:
I hide my gimpy hand behind my very handsome husband.
While waiting in line, we were privileged to have the strangest conversation with a very drunk elderly man. He wanted us to take a photo of himself and his wife, who either was not drunk, or whos drunkenness paled in comparison to her spouses, because she was the a pillar upon which he steadied himself to sway. We took three photos, and in every single one he was blurred beyond recognition. She, on the other hand, photographed beautifully.
After that night, we saw this gentleman at every bar we ever went to, at any time of day. He made my drinking habits look like that of a nun who only takes communion. In fact, Im pretty sure one of the barstools had a grandpa imprint on it by the end of the week
Dinner that night was the Golden Mickeys, and the post-dinner plan was to change into PJs and head up to see Miracle at St Anna. Sadly, two nights of being on cruise time and a serious lack of caffeine late in the day caused me to hit the bed face-first upon our return to the room. As Lionel changed, he looked over and noticed I was not moving.
Youre totally not coming, are you?
Murphle mumble mummmm
..
What?
I managed to lift my head from the pillow only long enough to confirm that I was indeed weenie-ing out of the movie before my nose plummeted back into the pillow. He chuckled, because he knows I usually cannot even stay up past 10 pm. Like a good husband, he checked to make sure I would not mind if he saw the movie without me. Unfortunately I was not able to answer him, having passed out from exhaustion mere moments beforehand.
Somehow, he managed to convince me that I pajamas would be more comfortable that an evening gown, because when he woke me hours later, I noticed I was no longer wearing my heels. The movie had been very good, he said, until the last 20 minutes or so when the projector stopped working and everyone there missed the ending.
See? I was right to fall asleep.
Up next: I might finally post some photos. Grand Cayman, baby!
about the grandpa imprint on the bar stool.
