I know that when you are looking your worst, you will run into someone you know. Particularly someone you want to make a good impression upon like Saint Peter, Bill O'Reilly, Vince Vaughn or a DIS'r.
(because they are all in the same class, apparently)
We've all
walked the Boardwalk. Some of us more radical vacationers have even enjoyed a morning run. But I think weve established I like to do things differently.
So I take off into a skip down the Boardwalk, arms flailing, humming a happy tune. I'm relishing in the fact that relish is indeed quite tasty. But also that it's truly been a great day. I've breathed expensive Disney air, met suspected creepy Internet friends, and even hung out with a duck or two and...
wow, what a view! Let me snap a pic.
Ok, let's actually stop this time and try again.
Wait! But who? Huh? What is this?
I can't believe what I see to my left. Here? On
Disney's Boardwalk? I see something that should never be placed around people who have been drinking and have a pocket full of singles. A place that once you leave, you wish you never had visited. A place that if your girlfriend found out you went with another girl, something would hit the fan and well, let's just hope you didn't have peanuts for dinner.
Excited at my discovery, I tug on Kory's shirt and point like a German Short-Haired Pointer. Except my mom's side is Italian and my dad's Irish and I have long, curly hair. So I guess I'm an Irish-Italian Long-Haired Pointer. But wait, I'm not a dog. So I'm more like a Irish-Italian Long-Haired Person. But that makes no sense! Ugh, I'll just work this out later.
"Oooooh, honey! A photo booth! I think we should go inside and get some pictures taken. You know," I look around, cup my hand to my mouth and whisper, "make-out pictures".
I continue my enthusiastic sales pitch to his unenthusiastic face, "Come on, we're young, we're cute, we don't have a lot of sense. We'll have kids one day and you can't act all crazy with kids. It'll be fuuuuuuun! Look this other couple just went in and we can beat them! We're way cuter! No one will know what we're doing, it's just us and the....."
I look up at the booth and it dawns of me why he's so quiet.
Ain't no gettin' freaky when there's closed-circuit tv!
But what's more interesting is the couple who beat us to the booth. Fa-reak-eeee! They are us, five minutes early. Or maybe we are them, five minutes late.
We bypass the booth and head on to the BC. Once in the lobby, we ask a CM which pools are open and we think she said that a storm is posed but in yore, bucks are quiet. You'll see a moped.
What?
Ooooooh, "Stormalong is closed, but you're in luck, the quiet pool is open." I bet she hangs with the AKL CM's.
We run upstairs to grab our suits. After all, shimmying a tight in gooey mines.
That's right. Swimming at night is good times.
Well of course I'm not taking this SAB being closed thing lightly. I mean I'm tipsy and therefore rules don't apply to me. So we make the trek only to see that hey, whadaya know, it
is closed and evidently won't open just for me. Good thing I have this drink here to ease my sorrows.
As the saying goes, 'When in Disney, act like a Princess'
So we head back to the "quiet" pool, which I put into quotes because ain't nothing quiet about it. Fortunately, the spa is open and empty, so we set up camp and slip in. And then slip out, damnit that thing is hot!
So we set up camp over by the pool and slip in. The water is cool and refreshing. It feels good to relax those tired muscles after a long day of backseat driving, wishful thinking, DIS Meet-ing and binge drinking.
He would kill me if he knew I posted this picture. LY, MI!
So we're swimming and being silly and having a grand ol' time when I see something that makes my heart ache. Boy, how I take my life for granted. I'm just living without a care in the world, happy to live in this very moment, forgetting all the suffering that happens each and every day. Suffering that's happening in this very pool at this very moment.
I can't stand idly by, I must take action. So what do I do? I grab my camera and take a picture. Suffering, schmuffering, I've got a trip report to write and need the material!
Poor Bernie the Beetle, clinging to life on a piece of styrofoam. Is there no God?
After the photo session, I go into Mother/Protector mode and yell at all the kids to hush up and quit moving. Ya think we are outside in a pool? We're saving a life over here!
Except my pleas are ignored and oh no, Bernie overboard!
Bernie has the will to live like a cockroach, so he recovers and we wave him to the side of the pool. We elevate him to the concrete and he scampers off, happy to live another day. Actually, a beetle only lives about 30 or 40 days, so each day really counts!
Save the Beetles!
We get out of the pool and give each other a once over. Cripes, we look awful! When your mascara is running and you can hide little children in the folds of your pruney skin, it's time to call it an evening.
So we head upstairs and as we're unlocking our door, I hear a voice from behind.
"Oh my God, it's you!"
My eyes bug and my mind races.
I've been caught! Witness protection has failed me again! Wait, no, maybe the cat and dog had a party and the house is just on fire. Maybe it's a bill collector...I did forget to pay the water bill before I left. Oh please, please, please don't be a stork carrying a napsack!
I turn and breathe a sigh of relief; I can drink for at least one more month! But I've got my perplexed face on, saved exclusively for moments like this when I'm too drunk to recognize people. I take a moment to focus my eyes and see it's a woman and her family. They are smiling at us. Kinda like when everyone gets the joke but you. And the joke is actually
you.
"I never thought I'd run into you. You're Vettechick! I'm from the DIS!"
Well, hot snot, it's sarhenty, who replied to my 2004 dining review. Wait! Oh maaaan, this isn't fair! I can't believe I'm running into someone I've wanted to meet and here I am looking like crap on a stick. Now she's gonna go online and tell everyone how lame I am and how I should really do the world a favor and put a little makeup on if I'm going outside.
She sees the deer-with-no-makeup-in-headlights look I now fashion and apologizes for scaring me. Oh maaaan, I look worse than I thought! And now she thinks I'm a dork!
I should be the one apologizing, but instead I just stand there, mouth gaping while Kory stands off to the side and snickers at me.
Get it together woman! I finally do and we successfully chat for a few minutes. Turns out they are right down the hall from us (queue the song). We part ways and I take a moment to reflect on the mini meet. Maybe it wasn't a total bust. Sure it was in a hallway, and sure I wasn't looking my finest, and sure I was a little drunk, and sure I acted like a complete fool...
That's it.
We climb into bed and end our first day with a kiss goodnight and a couple aspirin chased by a glass of water. And as we drift to sleep, we have visions of mickey bars and margaritas dancing in our heads.
ETA: Part 4, page 17
love it!
Thanks Ali! It's been "one of those days" and I am happy to see this 
I think I'll go over to the bar here and have a shot or two. I'm sure there will be a few Diser's joining me. 
I know you'll do great!!
I think you are bulking it up with more pictures 
