hello.
Yes Melinda, not everything goes perfect on vacation, and you hate to include the icky stuff, but,,, you have to. Heck, even Dory and Marlin had their arguments, and I still watch that over and over.
Suzflee, I think you'll find out once you start it, that you love doing the report, and I think it will be great! Go for it.
Marita and Winkers, I'm not sure how the Thursday thingy got started, but Monday is also a usual post night.
But, it's Thursday. Time to write.
Wish I had something.
Anybody?
Back at Pop, it's almost ten, now. We run up to the room, I change my shirt, don't want to meet any dissers with Tuscan Bean Soup on the side that dribbled down, and I make us each a drink to bring with us back down.
Now, you have to understand, she is a bit more into this than I am.
Diane found the thread, and did the posting to it. I never once looked at it.
"Are you going to shave?"
(this is her talking, not me)
geesh
"No, I' m not going to shave, not now."
"Geesh"
"But what if some of them have read your trip report?"
I hadn't really thought of that, but the concept did pick me up.
"No, not shaving, I changed my shirt, good enough."
"Besides, these are not my people."
"Still," she says, "Put this on." And she hands me a lime green mickey.
"What am I going to do with this?"
And I hold it up to my forehead, "Ok, where's the staple gun?"
We go down to the pool, and at the end by the Petal's bar, is a group of people, wearing glow type thingies.
Diane walks up and says,,, DIS?
Yep, and a woman puts a glow thingy around each of our necks. Then asks us who we are. Diane tells her, then I see her the woman's eyes' glaze over and everone in that group just resumes their conversation. I think the organizer's screen name was Lbelle, and to be honest, that's the only name I remember from that night.
There was maybe twenty folks, all told.
As we stood there, Diane wasn't quite done with the main group yet.
"Yes, Steve has been writing a trip report, perhaps some of you have read it. "If it's Tuesday, this must be Epcot?" " It's by Nebo."
I was about 4 weeks into the first trip report at this time, and thinking of just quitting. But Tiggerbell wouldn't let me. But it had just recently shown signs of picking up.
One woman said; "Oh Nebo, I remember your name. Didn't you post on ZZUB a couple of times?"
"Um, well, uh, no. That is actually the rest of the world you are confusing me with."
This group that we were talking to , you could tell were really close, internet friends, so we mingled off to a sattelite group, off to the side.
"Hey, more Dissers!" A woman said as we walked over.
"Wow! How'd you know?" Yes, this came from me, as I then looked down and saw the glow thingy on my neck. All laugh, then Diane intoduces us.
"Im Smidgy, from Chicago, and this is Nebo, who never once posted on ZZUB's trip re,,,,,
" OHH, you're ZZUB?" " I've read every,,,"
"No, I"m not ZZUB, I"m Nebo."
"One of your trip reports, and if I need a lawyer, can I call you?" "Do you have a card?"
"Honest, I'm really not ZZ,,, well, ok, and I looked through my wallet and handed her my "Aquarium Lodge" minnow swallower's club" card. She looked at it, looked up at me and gave me a funny look, then I said, "Oh, wrong card," and she handed it back to me.
I wandered away from this group over to the third , and last, little satellite groupage.
Singing to myself; (I'm not Lisa, my name is Nebo)
There were 3 couples standing in this last group. Intros all around again, and they were friendly. One woman said, "Nebo?" "Did you write a trip report?"
Holy cow! I wanted to pick her up and hug her.
"Yeah, I started reading it, but you were having a posting problem, and I never went back to it."
Spiffy. At that point, I was brand new on the Dis and had problems posting, but cleared that up two weeks into the trip report.
But this group was friendly, and fun to talk to, so we hung around with them for a while. One couple that I got a kick out of talking to was from England, and I got such a kick out of their accents, that I started talking like them a bit. After two elbows in the ribs from Diane, I went back up to make us each another drink.
Back at the pool, Diane wasn't there, but one of the englisher's said she ran inot the food court to get you something to eat, before they closed.
So, I got to stand there like an idiot holdint two drinks till she came back.
She came back with a hot dog and fries. This was very appreciated, since my fettucine alfredo probably ended up in the dog.
Ok, that's a code with us meaning " I made dinner, you weren't here, so ask the dog how it was".
We talked a bit more, drank our drinks and said our goodbyes.
There was one depressing thing about meeting these people tonight.
Most of them had either arrived today, or yesterday. And all bright eye'd and filled with expectations on their BRAND NEW TRIP to Disney.
And we have to leave the next day.
But, another thing was, this wasn't anybody I knew. Or talked to online.
Man, if it was You Guys? I couldn't think of anything I'd rather be doing than meet with Jaime, Melinda, Marita, Kay, Monica, Belinda, monymony, winkers, Tiggerwannabe, Bunniesmom, Angela, Rhonda, Suzflee,,,,I'm sorry, I can't name you all, but wow, now THAT would be fun.
back in the room, I scarfed down my cold hot dog, and we were dead tired and went to our respective beds. Yes, that is the beauty of double beds in hotel rooms, she can't elbow me and tell me to roll over to stop snoring.
Plus, she has to make a real effort if she has any plans on stealing my pillows.
I read for a while, soon I heard her snor,,,, Oh, I'm sorry, hmm, ok, she was audibly respirating. Huh? What'dya think? Does that work?
I turned off the light, and while lying there in the dark, in between "audible respirations" I thought I heard a ticking noise. I had to get up and go to the john anyway, so I tried to trace the ticking sound. Yep, it was definately coming from Diane's fanny pack. No way I'm looking in there.
But, on the way back to the bed, I swore I also heard the sound comimg from my own wallet.
can i play too?
to hear more!!!
