Yeah, I had to throw that post in here first, great way to start it out, dontcha tink?
Somebody want to help Cheri out on that one? I thought it was kind of self explanatory.
Good morning, good morning, doo, doo de doo doo. Good evening, good evening, to you, and you and you and you.
"I see Marita, and I see Melinda, and I see Monica, and I see YOU TOO!
Romper room, I believe it was. Miss Jean?
I watched that show religiously hoping she'd say my name and she never did. I was starting to think my mom made it up.
Kind of funny, we just rented "Singin in the Rain", and I had no idea that that's where the "Good Morning" song came from. So, between the Good Movie Ride and the Mk opening, we got two doses of Disney in one.
Speaking of funny/strange; The other day I was looking at a painting we have of Jesus, and in it I saw an image of a "bacon grease" stain on a tee shirt.
Was that in the reflextion? Go to a greasy spoon that morning?
Now they are lining up around the block!
Does it look like I'm dawdling about getting to the "blood on the shirt" story?
Yep, and with good reason.
1). You're going to be let down.
2). I'm going to look like an idiot again.
And
3). I'm going to look like an idiot again.
But, before we go there;
heh, heh
I have a little story I'd like to share from our last trip, the one in Feb. that I haven't mentioned much about. This was kind of like the "Old Man Story", it didn't happen in the current trip report, but, dang, I gotta mention it.
I haven't done it yet because I'm afraid it's going to be one of those, "You had to be there" things. But Smidgy reminded me of it again the other day, so I'm going to try to 'splain it you best of my ability.
to
Throw in the word "to" after the word "it" up above.
That's what I get for taking the speed thinking course, my fingers can't keep up!
We were checking into All Star Movies, we had booked so late that all we could get was the "preferred " section, which is Fantasia.
Ok, at least no parking lot view from there, right?
The girl put us in Dalmations. After I clawed Smidgy's hands away from her throat, the girl said that THIS part of Dalmations is now "preferred" also. She pointed the room out on the map.
I wasn't thrilled with it either, but what can you do? SHe didn't have anything else.
SHe: Is that another word for she-man?
So we get our keys, go back to the car and I pull it around. We grab just a few easy carry up bags, and go up. Second floor. Yeah, it was one of the side building views, trees in front of us, another building behind the trees, with the parking lot clearly visible off to the left.
Oh well.
When we get in the room, I start my usual routine of checking to see if the lights all work, and that everything is functioning.
Oh, things functioned a little too well!
I opened the drawer and the entire front panel came off in my hands, hit the ground, barely got my foot out of the way. Yeah, it was just plain busted, no good. Since we were'nt crazy about the location anyway, I told Di to call them up, either send someone up here to fix it, or put us in another room. She did.
They moved us next door. Amazing how they don't have any rooms available, but they now want us to just move "next door", they are sending a guy up with another set of keys.
Ok, I wait about ten minutes, figure the guy is coming pretty soon so I tell Diane I'm going to try to find a cart and get the rest of our stuff. I leave.
As she's standing outside waiting, with our stuff still in the defunct room, a family shows up. Man, I wish I could have been there. They walked up to our door and, looking confused because the door was propped open, went inside anyway.
Smidgy watched them for a minute, but when the dad picked up my bag and said, "What's this?", she went inside.
Good thing I WASN"T there, that was my vike bag.
heh
I'm sorry, my blood pressure medicine bag.
She told them what happened, showed them the busted dresser, and of course, they didn't want it either. Everybody was amazed that the room went back on the market that quickly. I meanwhile had found a cart/dolly, and rode up in the elevator with a cast member, who happened to be the "Ring Bearer".
I mean "Key Bearer."
After seeing that the "new and improved" room was ok, we got our stuff out of the "old and decrepit" room.
Ok, case closed, right?
Au contaire.
When we check in, you know what my first job to do is, right?
That's right, go fill up the ice bucket. By now it's only noon, but I was so glad to be back in Disney after spending the last two nights in a crappy Kissimmee motel, I was ready. One problem though.
There were two dead cockroaches in the bottom of the ice bucket, with the plastic liners laying on top of them.
Guess the housekeeping staff didn't like dealing with them either.
And I'm not calling again, waiting for someone to come back up, yeah, I could have just washed them out, but Smidgy had a thought.
Ok, that's where you messed up, cause Disney would be putting me in the castle suite at that point.
We still have our first set of room keys, for the room next door.
hmmm
Yep, the key still worked.
She took our bug bucket and replaced it with the one from the first room.
2 hours later after a trip down to the pool, we came back up, and just in time to see another family checking into the "bad room." Five minutes later they were also checking out. We peaked in the window, and the front of the drawer was still lying on the floor. But maybe this time it was the "cockroach surpise" that got to them.
After they left, um, you know how Diane likes to raid the carts for towels and what not? Hey, we have our own "general store" next to us, our key was still working there. Next day the room was back in use again, but I guarantee you, they had to replenish a few of the amenities.
Like I said, you had to be there.
Ok, here's what happened.
We are meeting Colleen and her son, Aidz, along with Marita at Beaches and Cream. It took us a bit to find it, but we saw it was just up ahead, and there are rest rooms right next to us, which is right next to the main pool. We both duck into our respective johns.
I guess this is now the first time that Diane has really looked at me today, remember neither one of us is feeling that great from the "overindulgence' that took place the night before.
When I walked out of the john, she looked at me and said, "Hold it, what's that on your shirt?" "Is it blood?"
"Huh?"
I don't do blood. Blood should not be seen, not be heard, not be smelt, tasted or touched!
I don't even like thinking of blood, but I guess I am going to have to, now.
She pointed to the side of my shirt, and after some pulling and yanking, I could see it myself, looked like dried blood.
I wonder whose?
I started checking my face, my neck, my arms, ,, NO, I'm good!
Nothing oozing here.
But it's there nonetheless, and I have to go back in the restroom for some towels with soap on them so we can try to wash it off, cuz you can't meet Marita and Colleen with a bloody shirt!
As I'm standing there like a 6 year old, with his mom spitting into a handkercheif and rubbing on your shirt or face, I'm trying to figure out where it came from.
Let's see, it's getting late in the trip, I know I wore this shirt once before, hmm.
Now, here's the part where I once again open my self up to public ridicule, I didn't include this in the chapter it belonged in, saving it just for this installment.
I think I know where the blood came from. Oh, yeah, I know, and when.
What I didn't mention earlier, the night that we were at MGM, we also went in Muppetvision, 4D. Yes, it's 4D now!
Do you remember in the last may trip report, how my beloved Smidgy ran me into a post running us into Terminator, at Universal?
Well, I kind of did the same thing to myself this time in Muppets, and I can't even blame her.
We got there and the preshow area was empty, totally empty, but the inner doors were still open. Here I go again, trying to descibe a ridiculous situation.
I have the Canon camera case around my neck, with the camera strap tied to the "case" strap. Only problem is that the case has an extra roll of film in it, and the camera doesn't really fit too well then, hard to zip up.
In my case, I was an accident waiting to happen.
A cast member made sure of that.
"Better hurry, they're about to close the doors!"
So we once again start running for the doors. My camera isn't in the mood for running, not when it's precariously poised barely sitting in the case. Ten steps from the doors, the camera pop out, but it's still connected to the case around my neck, hanging in the front.
Hanging down to my knees now, this thing is whipping around like a garden hose under pressure that just popped off it's nozzle!
I almost ran right into the dividing post again, but dodged just in the nick of time. Only problem was the camera didn't get the email until too late. It was still going one way, when I dodged back the other, and it swung around the post like a tether ball.
"Ollie Ollie ocean, "SMACK"!"
I tried to grab it once it yanked my head, but all I did was direct it upward, and right into my nose.
If anybody is thinking payback for nailing the little Japanese girl with my elbow, I can't argue with you.
It couldn't have been a more perfect hit, right smack in the middle of the nose. I stopped, unwound it from the door pillar, and still grabbed my seat next to Diane. The show started immediately, and I noticed in the dark my nose was running. That's what I thought it was doing!
I vaguely remember taking the back of my hand and wiping my nose, then doing the kid thing and wiping my hand on the side of my shirt.
I thought it was just running, and the rest of the night was pretty much in the dark, but I remember noticing the next morning that the back of my hand seemed "stained".
And I never thought of it again, until now.
So we are standing there on the wooden walkway, Diane scrubbing away on my shirt as I stand there, when I notice a woman also standing there, watching us with a big smile on her face.
Crap, "Diane, Colleen is totally enjoying this. "
Getting to a reservation early is highly overrated.
I give her credit, she didn't ask, but Colleen? Now you know what we were doing.
Our meeting went great, well, except for the part of Marita just having WATER.
sorry
Marita is terrific, Colleen, ditto, we had met her briefly on the september trip, now she almost seems like an old friend.
Well, not OLD, old, I mean ancient, old. No, that's not right either. Um, LONG TIME friend, yeah, that'l work! Geesh They're from New Joisy dontcha know?
I got a sundae, cuz I still wanted to see if I would be able to keep it down, and Diane got a burger. SUndae was terrific, it had better be for over six bucks, and I can't remember what Collie and Adrian had. I finally got the waitress to take a picture of all of us though.
However, when it comes to pics of Colleen, I still prefer this one from before, when she didn't know I was in "sneaky camera" mode.
Believe me, you don't want to get to close to her Lapu Lapu at the Poly.
With that, we are going to wrap things up tonight. Sorry, no cliff hangers this time.
There's always a cliff hanger when waiting for one of your next installments to finally show up.
But you have to admit, I'm not getting hurt as often as I used to!
At least, that's what you want us to believe, cause I'm sure there's something you "forgot" to mention and you are saving it for another installment.
night night, steve
Way to go Diane for stocking all your extras from there. (Too bad there wasn't a mini-bar...
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BUt smart move "shopping" before someone else go that room, although I can't believe that thye tried to put someone else in there without fixing stuff
Hi again Drew!
