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hey Buddy love you guys too......preciate it...and yes I am doing well ...just got back from the world...and had a blast...I want to move down with you guys ...hey I could pay rent and be the third in the horse poop trail
disneydad
Isn't there and old saying about being third on a poop?
Hey, I had every intention of getting ice cream, but we were late getting seated, and I had an unforseen emergency at work.
I hated having to leave so soon, really. Stupid emergency ended up being nothing of consequence, but at the time I was under pressure.
AND WHADOYA MEAN THERE WAS NO REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR?
SO THERE!
Hey now! What 5 hours to get ready?????????
I have a 45 minute drive home, and 45 drive back, and the reception started at six. And remote parking in the MK parking lot to take a bus to the Contemporary.
So that left me about 2 hours to get myself, DH and both our escorts ready (plus a few minutes of relaxation with a glass of wine)
HARUMPH!!!
My, she's beautiful when she's angry, isn't she?
Isn't it so much fun chatting with people who have never been? I am helping a friend plan her August trip and I am having a ball
WHat I would give to have someone actually listen to me. I always here the stories about what went wrong, after they come back.
Anyhow, I promise to get back in the groove soon. I'm almost finished with Chapter 3 and should be finished with other proposals by May. Then it's back on the Dis boards for a bit.
Heck, by the time I get back, you and Smidgy may be living down in Florida. Can I come stay with you? I'll be the daughter you never wanted.
Hmm, the daughter we never wanted. Evidently, you never saw the movie, The Stepfather, with Terry O'Quinn from Lost!
Meanwhile,,,,,,,
Tuesday, Dec. 11.
Transfer day went off without a hitch.
I slept in that morning, didn't get up until almost 7, went and got coffee and tea for Smidgy, then took my coffee down to the smoking area. And my little old guy was there again, just like always.
Do you remember me talking about him? He was bent over, used a cane, and sometimes smoked a pipe.
I loved this little guy. I would talk for sometimes 2 cigarettes in a row, lighting one right off the other, and he would just listen. He never said much, just an occasional nod of the head, but his eyes, as rheumy as they were through thick glasses would encourage me to go on.
Often times I get along better more with the geriatric set then I do with my own peer group....
Or maybe I'm becoming one of them. I don't know.
But this is about the fourth time we have met here, and after I told him all about our bus ride from Heck, it was with true remorse that I explained it was time for us to go.
I wanted to hug him, but instead, I just held out my hand.
He took it, gave me a good squeeze handshake and I thought I might have seen a tear in his eye.
I turned away with a small smile on my face, when a woman on the end of the bench spoke up.
"You do know he doesn't understand a word you were saying?"
I turned around, my eyes open wide, having a hard time even understanding her accent.
"This is my father, he has never been to America and doesn't speak any English."
Sigh
Sometimes you're the joke, other times you're the punchline!
Our car was a bit away, but Diane found one of those rare two wheel carts that converts to a flat dolly so we loaded up and said our goodbye's to Music.
I couldn't wait! I was sorry to say goodbye to Jill and John and Kim but I was already thinking that maybe I'll give them a call later on to see if we can meet up again.
Helloooo, French Quarter!
Ok, let's check the memories again. Remember in the beginning of the report we had 5 days at Music, and 4 at FQ? AND,,,, how I hated them being Unequal? AND,,, how I just might try to "add" an extra day on when we get there, knowing it would be just about impossible to do this, especially since FQ books up faster then any of the resorts?
Usually, our check in procedure has Diane going in first, me parking, having a smoke in the car, then going in to meet her. Unlike dealerships and auto repair shops where women get taken advantage of, women seem to score the better rooms then if they have an ugly looking dude standing next to them.
Usually.
This time I went in with her. For one thing it really didn't matter where we stayed, since there aren't any smoking rooms anyway.
Facing a garden would be nice, facing a lighted walkway is good, facing the river would be hunky dory too.
We had a guy behind the counter, a VERY friendly guy. He assigned us a room in building 4 (perfect), 2nd floor (perfect), facing a garden in between the river and the lighted walkway. (perfect).
I always prefer 2nd floor now, for one thing I like the view better then the convenience of ground level, and secondly, I can hide in a stairwell for a quick smoke.
I also prefer not to be too close to the bus stop or the main center of the resort, I like to have at least a little bit of a walk through the resort, otherwise you just keep beating down the same old path every time, and never actually USE the resort, or see it.
So now it was time to pop the big question.
No, not that question you big sillies, we did that already.
Twice!
"Is there, um, possibly, um, " I faltered, "anychanceofaddinganextranight?"
Luckily he is fluent in speaking "words without spaces between them".
"Boy, I doubt it, but I can check, hold on....."
"Ok, done, and you won't have to check out and check back in, I just made a continuing reservation."
I kissed him. After seeing the crowds we have seen so far, I never thought it had a chance.
Next thing we know a guy pulls up in a big golf cart, we hop in and he drives us out to our car for the luggage. I get in the car after it's unloaded, meanwhile Diane is skipping around the golf cart, I was afraid she might burst into song any second. For some reason, that extra day made all the difference in the world to us. Now our trip isn't "mostly" over, we have now only barely reached the "halfway" point.
And no Pop Warner!
I'm not positive, but I could have sworn that when I drove away I heard
"The hills are alive,,,,"
When I got to the room, he was already done bringing in the stuff so I asked quietly to Diane if she already tipped him. She said she had, but I was in such a good mood I slipped him an extra quarter.
A short time later, I had unpacked, gone and found the ice machine and filled the ice bucket up, made a couple of drinks, figured out the mileage, changed into my suit, and balanced the checkbook.
Ok, I made the last one up.
Diane was trying to decide where the Cheetohs should go, so I took my trusty Canon MaybeShot and headed out the door. These are from looking both ways outside our room.
I'm not sure how well this next one will look online, the snapshot on Photo bucket seems a lot darker then it does in the print, which I scanned, like all the shots you have seen in this report. Yes, little Nebo can scan photos into the confuser, and that's where my expertise ends.
This was taken later on at dusk.
I stowed the camera back in the room, and the next 3 hours were spent down by the pool. Funny, even though it's warm and sunny, I'm not getting any darker. Diane's cheeks get all rosyglowy, but the most I get is looking like I spent the day working the back forty.
I've noticed something else lately. The older I get, the less tan I get. It doesn't matter how much time I spend in the sun, once I get tan enough where I don't burn, that's it. Must be an aging pigment thing that happens when you get older. Or it's a Pigment of my Imagination.
sorry
Later, we changed to go for dinner, so that we could then go for dinner.
Yes, you read that right.
It's like this; We have a table service ressie for Cap'n Jack's, our last one, and still have a counter service left for each of us left, along with two snacks credits.
And French Quarter has one of my favorite counter service meals in the food court, chicken parmisagna. It's huge, comes with a roll and tons of spaghetti. SO we go to the food court, order our dinners and used the snack credits on beignets, then take the dinners back up to the room and put them in the fridge that we now have.
For later. We had already scoped out the food court and they have a microwave there, for public consumption. SO,, when we are ready, we just bring our take out containers BACK to the food court, grab a table and fire up Mickey's Micro, and,,,, voila!
Thank you, thank you. Please hold your applause.
SEE? These are the things that a Disney Newbie would never learn for YEARS!
After stowing our grub, it was Sunny D time and we headed back down to the river to catch the boat to Downtown Disney. Walking down the main path I noticed a smoking section off to the side near the river, and said "Hold it, one more while the opportunity is here."
We sat there, in quiet, both in our own thoughts, looking at the river, and the boats occasionally going by.
This has been a great day so far. We got the extra night we wanted, have gotten a terrific room, used the dining plan to the utmost of our advantage, and I was made a fool of by an old guy that can't speak English.
There was something else I had kept my eyes open for after we got here.
A Longneck.
No, not a beer bottle, a certain young lady that's been on this thread for quite a while, now. Emily is her name and I believe she is 13.
I knew she was also staying here at this time, though we never had a "meet" set up.
So as we are sitting on the bench staring at the water, I hear a small voice to my left. "Nebo?"
We both look and Diane jumps up and says "Hi, you must be Emily."
We talked for a little bit, she's a bit shy, but going to be a real boy killer as she gets older. I sat back down on the bench so I wouldn't tower over her, when I started noticing a strange phenomenom taking place.
It was getting darker, only not everywhere, just by this bench. Kind of like a slow eclipse taking place. When I looked up to see the meteor that was blocking out the sun, I saw that it wasn't a meteor after all, but a man.
A VERY large man at that. He had the full beard and moustache, if I had to say whom he reminded me of I just might say Hagrid, and he stood looking down at me wondering why this jerk is talking to his daughter.
Thankfully Emily's mom was there also, and she quickly introduced us to them. Good thing too, I would have hated to have to take out this guys kneecap with a left jab.
Aparently Emily's mom is also a lurker here, and she was happy to meet us.
You have no idea how glad I was though that Diane was there with me, it looked much better that way. After chatting for a bit, we all had to go on our separate ways.
Hey, Emily's dad, you know I was just kidding about that Hagrid remark, right?
RIGHT?
Actually it was really cool, we love meeting people we talk to on the disboards, especially ones that contribute as much as Emily does.
It is a great boat ride down to DD. We put our names in at Cap'n Jack's, and had about 15 minutes to kill, so we just wandered around nearby looking at the decorations.
If alarm bells are ringing to some of you veterans of my trip reports, you are right on the money. Yes, this is the place that last year double swiped our card, and created all the merry mix-ups and havoc that ensued when we got to Teppanyaki and found out after dinner we had NO dining credits left.
However, they do have something that the other places don't have.
Twin lobster tales.
Which Diane dearly loves.
Tails.
Not "tales". Bad enough listening to one lobster tale then having to do it all over again.
(none of your business how many manhattans I'm having tonight, Melinda)
(Ok, fine, I'm still on my second one, there, you happy?)
Anyway, Diane ordered the crab cakes for an appetizer, and I had something too.
I should have checked the menu before I started writing this, but I think I had a small bowl of soup. She had the twin lobster tayles, and I had something too.
I know, that's how memorable it was. I don't like lobster that much, and the last time I had a sirloin here and it was just the pits. Besides, they now don't have ANY steaks on the menu.
All I remember is it was some kind of noodle type thing, Penne Primavera?
Sound good? Works for me.
Desert was Key Lime Pie for Smidgy, and ice cream for me. INHO, unless you go for the lobster,,,,,, don't go! The best part of the experience here is if you get a window seat it's a great view over the water. Picture time!
After dinner we did stroll around the Marketplace for a while. They had a chorus group set up by the lake and it was very festive. Lots of Christmassy decorations all over the place, and Legoland just glowed like it was on fire.
Heck, even I wanted to go inside and play.
It was about ten when we got back, I was shot and tomorrow was an AK day. Earlier I had left a message at Jill's room saying to maybe meet us at the park later in the day for a couple of beers, but no message on our phone.
I tried again and left another message.
Sometime later on, Diane was shaking me saying "Steve, it's for you."
Next thing I know I have a phone in my ear, and it's Jill saying they will meet us at the Dawa bar at 5 pm.
I vaguely remember falling back asleep, wondering, "What's a Dawa Bar?"
Good night everyone, thanks for reading, thanks for posting.
on all the talking to the guy who doesn't speak English. 
) TR that the Pop Warner crowds were really bad at the parks, not just the resorts this time. Obnoxious parents more so than the groups of kids; maybe they just had bad park mojo in picking which to go to on what days. I need to make a decision on whether to keep our ressie that week or change back to right before Christmas, and I really need to quit rambling here in this stream of consciousness! 
(hee hee)
Darn my luck. I should've just sent you a cell phone number but I'm not sure how you'd have called without, you know, a cell phone. (Yes, I know that they have phones at Disney but they're not free! 
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