I noticed a funny thing tonight, driving home from work.
Tell me, is it just me or has anybody else noticed how many towns there are that are named after water towers?
Just wondering.
Nighttime.
Fanny pack ticking.
The smell of death, in the room.
No, not my socks.
Geesh!
Didn't sleep good that night. Kinda wound up in my own little mind, thinking , "damn, last night, trip is almost over, gotta FLY home, , and I'm not ZZUB."
(ZZUB, if you ever read any of this, I'm just playin. I love you man.) I don't want to have to litigate at ten paces.
That morning, well, woke up early, got my mind in the right place, WE ARE GOING TO HAVE FUN TODAY! Before we have to get on a plane and fly to our death.
Only problem was, the body wasn't really cooperating that much.
Yes, I know you're sick of hearing about it, but the foot hurt a lot, but not as much as the back did. And I just didn't seem to have much energy.
She was waking up now too, and ready to get started packing after her shower.
I tried sitting up.
Uh uh.
I remembered the ticking I heard.
What? Is there Kryptonite in her fanny pack?
"Hey?" "Arent' you getting up?"
"Yes, honey, I'm working on it."
And I tried again.
"OK!"
"Who turned up the gravity?"
Eventually I made it up, and she went into the shower.
Now here is where I'm going to look like a piece of crap.
As I staggered around, trying to loosen up, I saw these things on the table in our room.
One of them said Early Times.
I do not usually do this, but,,,, heck, it was our last day, and it's not like I'm flying the plane home myself today, so,,,,,I'm still on vacation,,,,, and, ,,,, I can if I want to,,,,, So There!
I I filled up a half empty bottle of Sprite from the fridge, and started packing.
Got done pretty quick. It's amazing how quick the packing thing goes when you fly down, as opposed to driving down. Always, way more stuffage when you drive.
Way more.
At least this time I didn't have to fold up the ping pong table.
I looked outside, and it was beautiful. A perfect day. And then I looked at the door. In particular, the door "knob".
And I saw it.
Hanging there.
"Honey, it's official, we have been evicted."
Boy, Disney can sure mess up your last day with that envelope.
A little bit later, I went down and got one of those collapsible luggage cart rolling thingies.
Still clutching onto my "sprite".
Nope, not going to carry them things this time.
And, It's a miracle! I am being rejuvenated! "sprite" , can have that effect sometimes early in the morning , I guess.
OK, OK, I ADMIT IT. I'LL TALK! YES, I DID TAKE A COUPLE, OK, OK, 3 OF THEM OTHER THINGS. But, I didn't care. Last day, still got some left, I'm going for it!
My motto today is: NO PAIN,,,, NO PAIN.
Back in the room, Diane is just now about to pack up the liquer. She remembers the last day in our May trip and looks at me and says:
"Do you want something before I put this away?"
"You know, I hadn't thought about it, but now that you mention it, it IS our last day, so, WHY NOT?"
"Oh". "I'll just add some to my sprite bottle here."
Finished packing, we leave, and just before the door closes, she says, " Got everything?" "Leave a tip?" "Got your keys, wallet?" "Got your Vicodin?"
"Yes, yes, yes, and yes,,,,, and "you have to be kidding" Think I'd leave that?"
We drop the luggage off , and head over to Epcot.
Yep, this is going to be a great "sendoff" day. I can just feel it.
Well, actually, I can barely feel anything at the moment.
But all is great. You know why? No sign of little Jimmy, and I am eating a Slim Jim for breakfast!
We are there 15 minutes before rope drop, and end up on the side where no one usually goes. Right in front.
Openings at the parks, really do put you in the mood for it. Much better than if you arrive at a later time and just walk in.
Here, I'll show you.
We are going straight to Soarin'. And are the first ones in the building.
From our "discussion" that we had the previous day, Diane had said that "ok, I'll try to do Soarin on the 2nd row. Yes, this was one of the dumb arguments.
As we were heading to the front in the building, I couldn't help but notice she had a look on her face as if she was going to the gallows. Then I remembered why, and I saw that the whole inner walkway was green.
She looked like Delacroix walking the "Green Mile".
"Honey, don't worry about it, we can take row 3 agian, it's alright."
But, when we got up there, she went and got in line in row 2.
One is the highest, 3 is the lowest.
2 is "just right".
Well, not to her.
She did it in row 2, but unfortunately, the fear factor took a lot of the enjoyment factor out of it for her, I think.
One observation I made though, even though you fly higher in row two, the effects are more pronounced. It seemed even more like your feet were going to get wet by a wave, even though you are higher up than in row 3.
Can't explain that .
From there, it was over to Test Track. There really wasn't any line, and I told her I'll just be a few minutes, but she said she'd try it with me.
She did this once, the first time we went back by ourselves without the kids in '92, and if we had bought the photo, it would have shown her head burried in my shoulder.
I told her I was proud of her for doing row two, that's good enough, but she said she'd try this again anyway.
At least for once, the ride didn't break down this time in the middle.
Just when the car slowed down, and you go back inside, she said;
"You mean that's it?" "Oh, that wasn't bad, that was kinda fun."
Yep, views can change over time. It helps when there is not a ten year "nothing break" in between visits.
HISTA was next, then just wandered around Communiventions for a bit.
Then it was time to head over to our lunch seating , the first seating, at Teppyaki.
That's in the Japan pavillion.
Geesh.
I'm not a big Japanese food person fan, but I was willing to try it. One reason is that I"m not crazy about sitting with a bunch of strangers at my table.
They called a bunch of us in, and it was like "musical chairs" as we all just kept walking around the table, waiting for someone to finally sit down and take a seat.
I ended up at the "head" of the table, with Diane sitting next to me around the corner on the chef's side.
Ok, ok, it might have been the "foot" of the table. Guess it's all in the perspective.
I prefer it my way.
When the gorgeous, cute, vivacious little waitress came out and took our order, it seemed that we were one of the few that were on the Dining Plan.
Only us and another couple mentioned it during ordering, and most of the people there ordered normal.
You know, what you might be able to afford?
Not us though.
"Steak and shrimp combination, please."
As we sat there waiting for them to bring our drinks out, which were only soft drinks for us, I felt a sudden chill blow across my back.
I looked behind me, couldn't see anything different, then I realized, the lights had even dimmed a bit.
Nah, just my imagination.
I looked at Smidgy, and she was clasping her arms together, as if she was suddenly cold.
All the other couples were just talking to themselves though, like nothing had happened.
Oh well.
Then Lucifer came back with the drinks.