Boy, SamanthaL will never try to say another nice thing about me again.
No wonder I got divorced.
Resume
Now, all I have to do is try to explain to Diane why these two women are thanking me. Then she remembered the "companion restrooms" and thought better of even asking.
But I told her about it anyway.
We headed over to the other side of the park, to the Backlot Express, for lunch.
And we were seven minutes late. Late, according to plan D. This is actually the first time we have eaten here. It seems like we always either end up at the ABC Commissary, or the ,,,, hmmn,,, Toluca turkey legs? But for hot dogs.
At the backlot we both order cheeseburgers, fries, pop, and chocolate cake for desert. Neither one of us ever orders desert, I usually never even order a drink at a counterservice restaurant, but, it's free, so, might, as, well, do, it.
For the two of us, the bill came to 27 bucks. And not only was it free, but it was also very good. I thought it was better than at Pecos Bill's. But, our fries were only free. We didn't get free, free fries. Like Jamie does. Go ahead tigger, 'splain that one. We had to rush the end of the meal a bit, like I said, we were seven minutes behind, but we made it out of there and grabbed a concrete half-wall just in time for the parade.
I am not a parade person. Never have been. But I understand that lots of people love them. They will stake out a spot for hours beforehand, and I don't mean just Disney. But I do really like Spectro, and since we have done everything else in this park ad nauseum, we watched it.
And we both liked it a lot. I'm still trying to figure out what happened here.
We're watching and waving, " Hi Jasmine, hi Aladdin, Genie, Mater, Lightining, Woody,,,,,and then, " It's Mike Wazowski!" And Sulley. And I'm getting all misty eyed. WHAT? From a one-eyed cue ball? I look over at her, and she's even got a tear rolling down her cheek. I had to laugh. " What's wrong with us?"
On to see the Muppets. Always. I don't think we have ever been in that park without seeing the muppets. It's a given, like finding a restroom. Millionaire was shut down, we didn't feel like doing the stunt shows again, so it was The Not Too Bad Movie Ride time again.
And it was crowded. Haven't seen it this crowded in a long time, mostly due to the fact we go in kinda off seasons now. I asked a cm how long, and she said under twenty minutes. Ok, we can do that. I mentioned to Diane I wonder which one it will be this time, old west or gansters. It seems like the last 5 times or so we rode this, we always get the gangsters one.
The cm was still nearby, so I mentioned it to her. She told me that they are both still in use, just depends on how crowded it is, and what vehicle you get on. And then she dissapeared.
Since we have done this so many times before, we know the order of the scenes that we'll see. You start with Gene Kelly, then James Cagney, John Wayne, and so forth.
Today it was like mixed up mother goose.
It started out the same, and after "Public Enemy" or "Angels with Dirty Faces", suddenly we were in the old west town where our conductor get's taken. Then, through Alien, and now back to John Wayne and Clint Eastwood.
Then, into the gangster town where our conductor is usually taken. Only no kidnapping this time. And on into Indiana Jones. I was totally confused, and doubting my sanity by now. Which I do often anyway.
The rest of the ride was the same from then on, but it definately was longer than normal.
On the way out with the rushing throng, we passed the cm that I talked to and she got out, "did you enjoy your special show today?" I know it's going to sound egotistical, but I think she went and had it changed to that way from our talk. Well, those were my thoughts and I'm keeping them, so there.
At this time we are pretty much just taking it easy, killing time to Fantasmic.
And we wander over to the Sunset Ranch Market. Now this part has got to be a little secret, just between you and me.
We used 2 snack credits on frozen lemonade, grabbed a table out of the way in the back and sat down.
And I pulled out 2 airplane type plastic little bottles of rum that I had put in my pocket before we left the room. She didn't see them yet, and I told her to scoop out the center of the frozen lemonade with her tongue, make a depression. O course she's looking at me in that tone of eyebrow again.
I do the same to my drink, then I hand her a little bottle.
But I did mine too fast.
After I was done screaming and rolling around on the ground, I stood back up and brushed the fries and popcorn off of me.
Boy, I hate that headache, you swear you're about to die.
Once we finished making our fancy, frozen drinks,,,,(no, didn't have any little umbrellas, so I stuck a couple of hemlock fronds in them.)
Boy, to you guys, this has got to sound really cheap, tacky, and totally classless.
And you'd be correct. At least when it comes down to saving a few bucks on vacation.
Still killing some time, we crossed the road over to Beauty and the Beast.
This show has been there ever since the beginning, but I have somehow always managed to avoid it until just last may. It just always sounded like something I didn't need to see, like too much of a chick flick. And I still get "All my Children" updates occasionally, whether I want them or not.
I was almost blown away by how good the dancing was in it. Now, we won't miss it. And our lemorum incognito might have added a little sumpin extra to the experience.
Fantasmic.
Those of you that read the first trippy, know that I almost got thrown out of here last may, and I won't go all into that again. Just let it suffice to know that I am on my best behavior, and all went smooth.
There was one thing that totally got my attention this time though.
It is September. After Labor Day. One of the mostest, deadest, times of the year. At 2 o'clock, I had a ten minute wait for TOT.
Fantasmic is a whole different beast though.
We got our usual seating area, dead center, about 12 rows deep.
By the time it started, all seats were taken. ALL OF THEM! Even the ones on the very far left, and they were now doing standing room.
And this group seemed a tad rowdier than the normal ones I've seen there.
The balloon they were batting around had George dubbya's face drawn on it.
Or, it could have been Michael Eisner's. I have never seen it standing room only before.
The show was terrific, as usual, and just before Mickey showed up at the top of the mountain to thunderous applause, I retied my shoes.
She asks me if my back is up for it.
" Guess it'll have to be."
The Fantasmic great escape is a little different tonight, due to it being an Extra Magic Hour evening here, and probably why it was so packed. We don't want, or need emh now, but one of the early plans had us eating at Sci-Fi for dinner after the show. That dinner plan was changed, but the MGM day wasn't . It should have been.
Here's what happens.
The theatre holds 10,000 people. Plus standing room.
Many want to leave, get to the busses, many want to ride the rides.
So all are in a hurry.
I am sure that all youse guys that have been there are going to be sitting there at your computers nodding your heads now.
It works like this.
There is one exit out of Fantasmic. And it leads down a hill to the main midway.
A fairly steep hill.
Now, if you start walking slowly, slowly, down a steep hill, you know that by the time you get to the bottom, you are almost in trotting mode.
You can't help it, you pick up speed whether you want to or not.
However, if you start out at the top at a brisk walk to begin with............
Then it gets ugly.
And that's how all ten thousand of us started out.
Within twenty feet of descent, we were already at trotting stage.
All hand holding ended, families were being divided.
And we kept going faster.
I looked to the right and saw a runaway wheelchair slam into a gate.
I hit a speed bump, didn't even slow me down.
I heard an out-of -control stroller hit the speed bump behind me.
The empty stroller shot past me, then overturned, bringing down a dozen people.
The baby lodged in the branches of a tree on the left.
Another man in a wheelchair flew past me, his hands on fire from trying to grab the wheels and slow it down.
We hit the bottom, and kept up the pace till we reached the turnstyles.
Out of breath, gasping, sweating profusely, we walked to the bus stop.
I lit a cigarette.
heh
I heard from a cast member the next day that the casualty count was actually low that night. No fatalities, 14 wounded, only 3 in critical.
I'm surprised Disney hasn't put up a bleacher section behind a fence and charged a separate admission for viewing of the Fantasmic Frenzy.
Hey kids, I am done for the night. thanks again for all that took the time to comment, we will be back soon
