Sorry, this was supposed to come out last night, but my back just wasn't up for it.
HaleyB, glad to hear that your mangled body has an upside to it. See? There are advantages to being crippled!
Whogirls'mom is right. I was into scamming at an early age.
WHen I was in kindergarten, I once traded my plain milk for my best friends' chocolate milk. The problem was he was being raised in a mafioso family.
The next day my tricycle exploded.
Before we got caught by the bridge, which I am very glad to hear that some of you haven't seen go up either, we spent time in Mexico, and if you can see anything in there, I'm told it was very pretty.
I was blind as a mole rat, so Diane just grabbed my belt and yanked me around. I want to open up a flashlight stand in there.
After riding It's a Small Mexican World, we then got caught by the bridge.
Just enough time left for a quick smoke, we walked past an incredible line for the Candlelight Processional. This was the big advantage of having the dining plan now, we stuck the stickers we got a Coral Reef on our shirts, and entered from the left side of the theater with about twenty minutes to go.
For the five o'clock show it was still light out, and this could have taken a little bit out of it.
First the orchestra take their seats, then singers and choir groups from all over the country slowly walk in wearing robes and holding candles. This is then followed by cast members, and then a specialty choir.
The entire stage was just packed!
After a song, the guest narrator came out. Now, here we go, I'm going to get in trouble here.
I think her name is Monique Coleman, no, I"ve never heard of her before, I'm told she is one of the stars from High School Musical. But she's young, and still has that teenage girl's type of voice.
She would read part of the Christmas story, then it would lead into a song.
It was terrific! Even I got goosebumps a couple of times, even though I wasn't crazy about the way my favorite song, "Oh Holy Night" got jazzed up a bit.
Miss Coleman was also pretty good, but no James Earl Jones.
As I said, it was the sound of her voice. A little valley girlish.
I kept waiting for her to say something like:
"And then, like, these three dudes came from the east, like, bringing these gifts. Yeah, two of them brought, like, gold and frankensense, you know? Then the third one said, "My bad, all I have is myrrh." "
No, that didn't happen, but I was like, expecting it, you know?
Well, the show was proceeding just nicely, warm and fuzzy feelings all around.
Until what passes for my mind had to get in the act.
It's like this, those of you that know me now, know how I like to play with words, and change words or lyrics to poems or songs.
And that is exactly what I had done a few weeks earlier, all because my beloved Bears stunk up the league this year. Once the Christmas carols started on the radio, I couldn't help but start adding my own words to one of them.
If they wouldn't have performed that song, all would have been ok.
But they did.
And all my brain is hearing is the butchered version I made up.
The Little Drummer Boy.
"My Bears get beaten like a drum dum dum, dum."
"My sundays really are no fun dum dum, dum."
"The coaches treat us like we're dumb dum dum, dum."
"Grossman our quarterback's a bum, bum bum, bum, no shotgun gun gun, gun, just run run run, run."
"We never get to say we won dum dum, dum."
"I'm done done done, done."
See what I mean? That can suck a little of the warm fuzzy feeling outta the show.
I can't help it, it's just me.
I liked the show a lot. Diane loved it. I wanted to see if everbody in line got into the first show, but it was too hard to tell.
One thing that dissapointed me was that the entire time, the singers are all holding candles, I was sure I'd catch one of them accidentally blowing out their candle while singing, but I never caught one.
I know, the things I look for!
One girl almost fainted though, she was in the front row and just sat down in the middle of a song. Within 30 seconds three morlocks flew out of the sides, one replaced her while the other two hauled the stricken one away, to be eaten I presumed.
After rereading this, I guess I can throw away any aspirations I might have had writing press releases for Disney.
When it was over, it had just turned dark out. It's only six o'clock and I'm not used to it getting dark here that early. Neither of us wanted to overdue it that first day, so we slowly walked towards the exit, looking at the sights.
I missed a picture on the way to the back. I'm not sure what this is or is supposed to be, but it was pretty, even in the daylight.
At night the future world to ws walkway now has a huge arch built over it, with constantly changing lights and colors.
Of course, Epcot has a big tree.
Just when we got to the main fountain, it started up, only now it's timed to Christmas music, along with the lights in the archway and the tree. This was a great place to sit and have a smoke before we left.
One thing different this trip is that Illuminations doesn't start till nine thirty, every night during our stay. I'm not sure why they pushed the time back, especially when it gets dark so early, probably so everyone can get out of the last CP show and be able to disperse around World Showcase for the fireworks.
Since we were dropped off at the front, we had to look at the board to see what our bus stop number was. I think it was #23 out of 20. Yeah, they have a lot of respect for the All Stars here. By the tiime we reached our bus stop, we were at MGM. But we're way ahead of the crowd and a bus pulled up soon.
Sitting on the bus, I could'nt wait to get back and make a drink in our room, and then take part in our ritual that we do every time we check into a resort, which is explore. Well, we did, and that's when we learned about pop warner.
It was like each section had it's own gang.
In Country Fair it was the Warriers.
In Rock Inn, the Sharks and the Jets were ready to go at it.
Groups of "chaperones" were all hangin around the picnic area in the back, beer cans everywhere.
We did find a spot they seemed to have missed, it's in the back of Broadway, a pretty little garden with benches. Around ten thirty most of the kids were all passed out from shooting up so we went to the food court for our first counter service meal.
I got a hot dog with fries. I think Smidgy did too. One more stop at a smoking area, and it was time for bed. I fall asleep easily, not so for Diane. I awoke about one in the morning, hearing her pleading on the telephone to make the kids go to their rooms.
Next morning, rope drop at MK.
I discovered one thing. You know how after park hours, buildings are painted, every bit of scrap is removed and the parks are made spotless?
Not so at the resort.
On the way to the bus stop, garbage was all over. Pizza boxes, bottles, cans, you name it. Sitting on a rock was a cell phone. Diane picked it up, and on the way to turn it in, it rang.
"Hey, it's ringing!"
"A phone, ring? Get out!"
"Should I answer it?'
"Sure, maybe there's a reward. Or you can demand fifty bucks in a refillable mug if they ever want to see their cell phone alive again."
So she answered it.
It was a telemarketer.
tbc,,,,,,,,,,,,
