We actually slept in this morning. I wasn't up till almost 9!
Again, Pluto was up too and we hit the pool. Goofy and Mickey showed up soon after. We goofed in the water awhile, then decided to see what food we had in the room. Oh yeah, 10 bags of chips, 6 packages of pb/cheese crackers, fruit cups, water, DIET COKES, and, of course, most of the beer. Okay, we did put a pretty goog dent in everything but the beer. Hey, it's only 10:00. And it's not Derby Day.
A college tradition for us at WKU was on Derby Day you had to drink a beer before your feet hit the floor. Which often was 6 am to get to Loo uh vuhl for the races. Hey, I once saw a horse. But I digress.
We hit the bus stop at 10:30 and were in the park at 10:50. Time to shop(again). But this time was for me. I'd seen a Donald hat Saturday with six scenes on it, starting with The Wise Little Hen(1934) through Roger Rabbit(1988) and a shot of him now. Must have. Do have. Plus I needed to replace my DD watch(got water in it last year on Splash), and found one I liked. Oko, enough shopping. Too girly. And on to .... Beauty and the Beast.
Our plan(thanks, Steve Soares) was to see the 11:30 B&tB and get there early just in case Four 4 a Dollar might show. But not on Mondays usually, although last year they were there. So we found three cute little girls and their mother and sat right in front of them. NOT! As you can see from Goofy's pix, we got great seats.
The guys loved the show.
They capture the heart of the story in 20 minutes. If only Peter Jackson could edit a story so well.
Even with the eats in the room, Starring Rolls called us as we left B&tB. Something chocolaty and messy. Umum goog. Someone, maybe Mickey got a stale cookie. But three out of four were very happy.
On to the 1:00 Lights!Motors!Action!
a show made for real men. (channelling my similarly named hero, Tim Taylor) OO-OO-OO-OO-OO. This show promises high levels of testoterone and it delivers!
Fast cars, no story and of course, motorcycles. All going too fast and too loud and right at each other. Forward, backward, and sliding sideways. Through a petit vil er a small town. Could the French have really come up with something so manly? I guess since there are no fights, and thank googness, no wars. It could have been a disaster. But just driving, they were great. I give this show 2 thumbs up. AAAAAAYYYY! You know who I'm channeling now, right?
How do you follow this up? Just one way. Indy. Not the Colts, the Jones. We trek(that's a manly way of walking) across the park just in time for the 2 o'clock show. No need to hurry. Technical difficulties delayed the start, and the big rock wouldn't roll. The rest of the show went off without a hitch, but that first scene to me is the best part. Of course, ssshh, the rookies have no idea.
In spite of the rock, or lack thereof, I start to hear rumbling. So do the others. Definitely time for lunch. Mickey and Goofy want pizza. Pluto and I don't. I wanted to try the bar-b-q at Flatbread Grill(Studio Catering Company). So we make sure cell phones are on and we split up. Actually, we have to walk past Pizza Planet to get to Flatbread Grill(Studio Catering Company), so it wasn't traumatic. They loved their pizza, we loved our sandwiches. The best part, they have two desserts. Pluto got one and I got the other. Pluto just wanted one bite of his. Waste is a sin. So is my waist, but what the helk. They were both wonderful.
I call Goofy and get no answer, so Pluto and I head to PP. Just a little off track.
About the time we see it, my phone rings. Well, he is Goofy. He didn't hear the phone and decided to call me and saw I'd called. They wanted to play a few of the games. So we hung around the arcade for a few. I wanted to play skeeball, but one kid was playing and ten others were sitting on the other skeeball games watching. So we left.
Welll, since we're right here, why not see The Muppets again! No real line, just 5 people standing in front of the door arguing about going in. You're there, go in. We walk in and I start poking around. As you go in, to the right, cut back at an odd angle, is a bank teller-type window. There's a note. It says, OUT TO LUNCH, THE KEY IS UNDER THE MAT. Oh happy day. I lift the mat, and sure enough, there it is. No matter what, this is a goog day.
And surviving the 600 ft stairs 
It's hard to face your fears but YOU did it! 
Keep up the great work. 
