Hucifer and Dan's flipping huge trip report *Last 3 days/Epilogue! 10/9, pgs 36-38*
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I'm really loving your trippie!! You have made me cry, laugh, cry (oh, said that one already), made me angry and wanting more! Your doing a wonderful job! Can't wait for another installment!!
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Come on Wendy....we need some more!!
LETS GO WENDY LETS GO!!!
LETS GO WENDY LETS GO!!!
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i love this trip report! it is one of the most hilarious pieces of writing i have ever read. in the universe. i am desperate for more!
and i KNOW that i now will be subconsciously scanning CM's for Roo pins on our next trip to the World!
and i KNOW that i now will be subconsciously scanning CM's for Roo pins on our next trip to the World!
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Loubon said:
OH Thank you Lou for that bit of info....I did NOT see that!!
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Thank you so much for the wonderful trip report and pictures. I just finished reading your report all in one sitting and it was fantastic. I can't wait to read the rest. It sure was nice that Mickey got to tag along on the trip with you, even though he had to have that little bit of minor surgery. Sorry to hear about your Grandfather, hope you and your family are doing allright.
But I am 5'2 and 3/4".connorsmom911
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Just finished reading your trippie in one fell swoop...love it! Tried very hard not to cry...particularly after you made my co-worker (aGoofymom) cry...and she NEVER cries at work!!! It's usually me who is the crier...I feel for you with the infertility stuff. I count my blessings every morning when I see Connor's smile. We were diagnosed with "unexplained infertility" after going through all that stuff, and then on our month off from the drugs, we got lucky...in Florida no less (not Disney, but close enough!). We are gearing up to try for #2 and the emotions are starting all over again for both of us. So I just wanted to say 
and I'll think about you alot when we're in Disney in October...there is no crying in disneyworld.
So sorry to hear about your grandfather...take whatever time you need, just know that we will all be here when you feel like it's time to return.
and I'll think about you alot when we're in Disney in October...there is no crying in disneyworld.So sorry to hear about your grandfather...take whatever time you need, just know that we will all be here when you feel like it's time to return.
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Wendy-
I just discovered your trip report and have sat here tonight and read the whole thing. You're hilarious, Girl. I love all the pictures you include. Really takes us there with you.
I lost it when I read the "No crying in Disneyworld" installment. What a bittersweet story, that the little girl that tugged on your hearstrings so much that night turned out to be the daughter of a fellow DISer who you later met only to find out the little girl was adopted.
Coincidence? I think not.
The fact that you can make us all feel your emotions and laugh and cry together is the mark of a great trip report writer. You rank up there with the best of 'em.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss and I am praying that you will be feeling much more yellow sooner rather than later.
I just discovered your trip report and have sat here tonight and read the whole thing. You're hilarious, Girl. I love all the pictures you include. Really takes us there with you.
I lost it when I read the "No crying in Disneyworld" installment. What a bittersweet story, that the little girl that tugged on your hearstrings so much that night turned out to be the daughter of a fellow DISer who you later met only to find out the little girl was adopted.
Coincidence? I think not.
The fact that you can make us all feel your emotions and laugh and cry together is the mark of a great trip report writer. You rank up there with the best of 'em.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss and I am praying that you will be feeling much more yellow sooner rather than later.
Lou, you were right. Thank you for posting this.Loubon said:
I have never been very close with any of my grandparents, except for this one. Papa was more of a friend to me, and his death absolutely devastated me. I took it a lot harder than I thought I would. Never knew what a void his death would leave in me.
I lurked a bit on the DISboards but never had the heart to post. Until now.
I just want to thank all of you for your condolences...they do mean quite a lot to someone who is grieving...every one. Thank you.
And I want to thank those of you who are still encouraging me to write with your flattering posts. Special thanks to Philadisney for dusting off and enjoying my old trip report.
And to kpk89 and LaLa...my favorite trip report writers...thanks for reading mine. Now we have to wait patiently for Vettechick to sow her wild oats before coming back to our TR World.
Okay, on to the next installment...
So we have to leave MGM because we have an ADR for another brand-spanking-new restaurant that weve never ever tried before but Ive been dying to since I first heard about it
Boma! Yay! Vegetarians unite! Frankly, Im just excited about getting back to the Animal Kingdom Lodge because the resort is exotic and loaded with animals, just like Dans boxer shorts. The last time we were here, we had a PS for Jiko and mmmm
the food was so yummy. So lets hope were two-for-two!
The look of love. Or hunger. Or maybe a little of both.
We are seated and our waitress Barbara approaches. Shes peppy and loves the fact that we are first-timers. She says, Ready? We say, Yep. She says, Go! and were off, scampering toward the buffet like cheetahs to a gazelle.
Im frankly overwhelmed. I see more vegetarian choices in front of me than I could have ever imagined. I feel like a hungry kid in a penny candy store with $100 in my pocket. Fighting back tears of joy, I stuff my plate full of taste-o-licious foodstuff and run back to the table. Dan arrives a few minutes later with a smattering of different foods. He said he already prescreened the dessert buffet and that the zebra balls looked pretty tasty.
Were all about to dig in when Barbara comes back.
She asks how everything looks and I tell her that as a vegetarian, I think I just died and went to Vegetarian Heaven. Then I pointed to my plate.
The next few minutes seemed so eerily familiar. Remember the scene in Defending Your Life where the Italian waiter finds out that Albert Brooks will be in purgatory for nine days? No? Not a big Albert Brooks fan? Well, the movie was fantastic. Do yourself a favor and rent it. Really.
Anyway, the waiter in this particular scene says:
I bring you pie!
(Brooks) No, really, I dont want any pie.
(waiter) For you my friend, I bring you NINE pies!
(Brooks) No, please I couldnt possibly eat nine pies.
(Waiter comes back with nine pies.)
(Brooks) I dont want these pies.
(waiter) You told me to bring you nine pies, so I did.
(Brooks) I didnt want these.
(waiter) Yes, you did.
Heres our scene. See if you can detect any similarities:
(waitress) Youre a vegetarian? Ill ask the chef to whip you up something special!
(me) No really, my plate is already filled see? Look at all this delicious veggie food.
(waitress) Its no trouble! Ill just ask him.
(me) No please dont bother the chef, I couldnt possibly eat more than this.
(Waitress leaves and comes back) He said he will whip you up a fantastic meal!
(me) But I dont want him to make me a special meal.
(Waitress leaves and brings back a dish big enough for 4 people.)
(me) I didnt want this.
(waitress) But I asked the chef to make this especially for you.
Not that Im ungrateful Barbara was so sweet to go through the trouble just for me. But this was textbook Albert Brooks, my friends. Very strange.
If anyone can identify anything on this plate, feel free to PM me.
So I put my half-eaten plate aside and start attacking the monster veggie dish. Holy crap! Its DELICIOUS! I dont know what I did to deserve this. But now Im bummed that I ate any of the buffet food, Im bummed that the buffet food sort of filled me up and Im really bummed I didnt get this kind of treatment at Biergarten, where I DIDNT have a lot of veggie choices. I dont even know what all is in this monster plate in front of me, but the food is spectacular.
Only two of us...this plate was enough food to feed eight.
Hmm no one else has a monster plate on their table. Well, arent we special?
After a few bites, we get a surprise visit from the chef himself, Tjetjep (Im not even going to try to pronounce that, so lets call him Chef T for simplicitys sake).
The man who went to great lengths to please me. Look well ladies...these are hard to find.
Chef T is all smiles. He asks us how our meal is. Dan and I cannot thank him enough for his wonderful creation. We tell him that the food is wonderful, that he is wonderful, that Barb is wonderful, the restaurant is wonderful. Chef T gives us a gracious little bow, and hes off to the kitchen.
We thought that was the end of it.
I tried. Oh lordie, I tried. I ate as much as I possibly could. Even Dan ate a bit of it. I didnt want to appear unappreciative at all. But there was so much food on this plate, and I had already eaten so much of the buffet food, that I was getting pretty darn stuffed. So Dan spreads the food around in the dish (you know, that trick that 3-year-olds do) to make it appear like we ate more than we did. Well, it helped a little. But there is so much fricking food left that it still looked like I barely touched anything.
Sure were stuffed but that doesnt mean we cant have dessert! However, weve got this monster plate of food in front of us and we want to give the impression that we pigged ourselves out.
So Dan, the Brains of This Operation, has an idea.
Dan piles a bunch of the monster veggie food onto his plate so that the big dish is just left with residual stuff. Then he gets up, still holding the plate. He says, Ready for dessert? and leads me toward the buffet line, carrying the plate of food with him. I walk a few steps behind him on the way to the dessert buffet. All in one fell swoop, just as he passes an uncleared booth, he casually places the plate of food on the table and keeps right on walking, never skipping a step or drawing attention to himself in the slightest.
Plop! Just like that. Brilliant.
I swear if I wasnt watching, I would not have noticed this little fake-out move. That boy is smooth.
At the dessert buffet, I high-five him. That was brilliant, I said, giggling. I gotta hand it to him, he can be pretty creative in a crunch.
When we came back to our table with our dessert, the monster dish was taken away and the other dirty dishes were cleared from our table. Barbara sure works fast. I hope she showed Chef T that we devoured his food.
Barbara, our amazing waitress and Dan, who couldn't stop eating long enough for a picture.
So we eat our dessert mmm zebra balls rock and weve successfully topped off our stomachs with lots of sugary goods and we declare that we are Officially Full and there is no way in hell that we could possibly eat another fricking bite.
No after-dinner mints, thank you very much dont make me reenact the restaurant scene from the Meaning of Life.
So Dan, bill in hand, is counting his money and figuring out the tip (how do you tip with amazing service like this?). We needed to roll ourselves out of AKL so I can undo my pants and let my belly out.
And then Chef T returns. He has a big smile for us.
And another dish.
Dear god no no more food.
For you, he says and drops a dish on the table. This time it was three big deep-fried balls of something, coated with chocolate sauce. And its presented on this little stand like a museum piece. He was probably thinking, You eat all my dinner, you must be hungry!
After a full minute of realizing what he just did, we stop staring at each other in disbelief long enough to give Chef T a thank you and a strained smile.
He grins, gives us a gracious little bow, and runs back to the kitchen. Probably to laugh his butt off.
Dan and I look at each other, not sure if we should laugh or cry. How can we possibly eat this? Even worse, how can we just leave it? Chef T went through all the trouble just for us!
I sigh. We have to at least try it.
Dan sighs. Yep.
We sigh again.
Exchanging sympathy looks, we pick up our forks and each wearily cut a piece of the deep fried ball of something.
Cheers, Dan.
And then we each ate the bite of deep fried ball of something.
Oh. My. God.
We stare at each other with the exact same expression, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Possibly the best dessert we have ever eaten. In our pathetic little lives. Ever.
I look inside the deep fried ball and see a dark spot is that an Oreo cookie? Well, whatever it is, its got to be possibly the best dessert I have ever eaten. In my pathetic little life. Ever.
Remember that look that Dan was giving me before dinner? That is the look I'm giving this dessert right about now.
Barbara comes back to our table to take the check. She glances at the table. Oh, I see Chef T made you deep-fried Oreos. Arent they good?
Good isnt a word I would use to describe them. And in comparison, those zebra balls royally sucked.
Barbara leaves and we get back into devouring those bad boys. For as stuffed as we were before those fried cookies came into our world, its amazing how quickly all three of them big balls disappeared. Seeing that there were three of them and only two of us, Dan and I had to split the last deep fried ball of bliss as evenly as the other would allow.
Thats it. I think Im in love with Chef T. Sorry Dan, youve been trumped by a man with a box of cookies and a deep fryer.
I look around. No one else had Deep Fried Balls of Bliss on their table. We really MUST be special!
Once everything was gone, Dan and I declared ourselves as Officially Fricking Full.
And Boma, Barbara, and Chef T get a big Thumbs Up from both of us.
If only we could lift our thumbs.
Next installment: Part 4 1/4. No rest for the stuffed
The look of love. Or hunger. Or maybe a little of both.
We are seated and our waitress Barbara approaches. Shes peppy and loves the fact that we are first-timers. She says, Ready? We say, Yep. She says, Go! and were off, scampering toward the buffet like cheetahs to a gazelle.
Im frankly overwhelmed. I see more vegetarian choices in front of me than I could have ever imagined. I feel like a hungry kid in a penny candy store with $100 in my pocket. Fighting back tears of joy, I stuff my plate full of taste-o-licious foodstuff and run back to the table. Dan arrives a few minutes later with a smattering of different foods. He said he already prescreened the dessert buffet and that the zebra balls looked pretty tasty.
Were all about to dig in when Barbara comes back.
She asks how everything looks and I tell her that as a vegetarian, I think I just died and went to Vegetarian Heaven. Then I pointed to my plate.
The next few minutes seemed so eerily familiar. Remember the scene in Defending Your Life where the Italian waiter finds out that Albert Brooks will be in purgatory for nine days? No? Not a big Albert Brooks fan? Well, the movie was fantastic. Do yourself a favor and rent it. Really.
Anyway, the waiter in this particular scene says:
I bring you pie!
(Brooks) No, really, I dont want any pie.
(waiter) For you my friend, I bring you NINE pies!
(Brooks) No, please I couldnt possibly eat nine pies.
(Waiter comes back with nine pies.)
(Brooks) I dont want these pies.
(waiter) You told me to bring you nine pies, so I did.
(Brooks) I didnt want these.
(waiter) Yes, you did.
Heres our scene. See if you can detect any similarities:
(waitress) Youre a vegetarian? Ill ask the chef to whip you up something special!
(me) No really, my plate is already filled see? Look at all this delicious veggie food.
(waitress) Its no trouble! Ill just ask him.
(me) No please dont bother the chef, I couldnt possibly eat more than this.
(Waitress leaves and comes back) He said he will whip you up a fantastic meal!
(me) But I dont want him to make me a special meal.
(Waitress leaves and brings back a dish big enough for 4 people.)
(me) I didnt want this.
(waitress) But I asked the chef to make this especially for you.
Not that Im ungrateful Barbara was so sweet to go through the trouble just for me. But this was textbook Albert Brooks, my friends. Very strange.
If anyone can identify anything on this plate, feel free to PM me.
So I put my half-eaten plate aside and start attacking the monster veggie dish. Holy crap! Its DELICIOUS! I dont know what I did to deserve this. But now Im bummed that I ate any of the buffet food, Im bummed that the buffet food sort of filled me up and Im really bummed I didnt get this kind of treatment at Biergarten, where I DIDNT have a lot of veggie choices. I dont even know what all is in this monster plate in front of me, but the food is spectacular.
Only two of us...this plate was enough food to feed eight.
Hmm no one else has a monster plate on their table. Well, arent we special?
After a few bites, we get a surprise visit from the chef himself, Tjetjep (Im not even going to try to pronounce that, so lets call him Chef T for simplicitys sake).
The man who went to great lengths to please me. Look well ladies...these are hard to find.
Chef T is all smiles. He asks us how our meal is. Dan and I cannot thank him enough for his wonderful creation. We tell him that the food is wonderful, that he is wonderful, that Barb is wonderful, the restaurant is wonderful. Chef T gives us a gracious little bow, and hes off to the kitchen.
We thought that was the end of it.
I tried. Oh lordie, I tried. I ate as much as I possibly could. Even Dan ate a bit of it. I didnt want to appear unappreciative at all. But there was so much food on this plate, and I had already eaten so much of the buffet food, that I was getting pretty darn stuffed. So Dan spreads the food around in the dish (you know, that trick that 3-year-olds do) to make it appear like we ate more than we did. Well, it helped a little. But there is so much fricking food left that it still looked like I barely touched anything.
Sure were stuffed but that doesnt mean we cant have dessert! However, weve got this monster plate of food in front of us and we want to give the impression that we pigged ourselves out.
So Dan, the Brains of This Operation, has an idea.
Dan piles a bunch of the monster veggie food onto his plate so that the big dish is just left with residual stuff. Then he gets up, still holding the plate. He says, Ready for dessert? and leads me toward the buffet line, carrying the plate of food with him. I walk a few steps behind him on the way to the dessert buffet. All in one fell swoop, just as he passes an uncleared booth, he casually places the plate of food on the table and keeps right on walking, never skipping a step or drawing attention to himself in the slightest.
Plop! Just like that. Brilliant.
I swear if I wasnt watching, I would not have noticed this little fake-out move. That boy is smooth.
At the dessert buffet, I high-five him. That was brilliant, I said, giggling. I gotta hand it to him, he can be pretty creative in a crunch.
When we came back to our table with our dessert, the monster dish was taken away and the other dirty dishes were cleared from our table. Barbara sure works fast. I hope she showed Chef T that we devoured his food.
Barbara, our amazing waitress and Dan, who couldn't stop eating long enough for a picture.
So we eat our dessert mmm zebra balls rock and weve successfully topped off our stomachs with lots of sugary goods and we declare that we are Officially Full and there is no way in hell that we could possibly eat another fricking bite.
No after-dinner mints, thank you very much dont make me reenact the restaurant scene from the Meaning of Life.
So Dan, bill in hand, is counting his money and figuring out the tip (how do you tip with amazing service like this?). We needed to roll ourselves out of AKL so I can undo my pants and let my belly out.
And then Chef T returns. He has a big smile for us.
And another dish.
Dear god no no more food.
For you, he says and drops a dish on the table. This time it was three big deep-fried balls of something, coated with chocolate sauce. And its presented on this little stand like a museum piece. He was probably thinking, You eat all my dinner, you must be hungry!
After a full minute of realizing what he just did, we stop staring at each other in disbelief long enough to give Chef T a thank you and a strained smile.
He grins, gives us a gracious little bow, and runs back to the kitchen. Probably to laugh his butt off.
Dan and I look at each other, not sure if we should laugh or cry. How can we possibly eat this? Even worse, how can we just leave it? Chef T went through all the trouble just for us!
I sigh. We have to at least try it.
Dan sighs. Yep.
We sigh again.
Exchanging sympathy looks, we pick up our forks and each wearily cut a piece of the deep fried ball of something.
Cheers, Dan.
And then we each ate the bite of deep fried ball of something.
Oh. My. God.
We stare at each other with the exact same expression, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Possibly the best dessert we have ever eaten. In our pathetic little lives. Ever.
I look inside the deep fried ball and see a dark spot is that an Oreo cookie? Well, whatever it is, its got to be possibly the best dessert I have ever eaten. In my pathetic little life. Ever.
Remember that look that Dan was giving me before dinner? That is the look I'm giving this dessert right about now.
Barbara comes back to our table to take the check. She glances at the table. Oh, I see Chef T made you deep-fried Oreos. Arent they good?
Good isnt a word I would use to describe them. And in comparison, those zebra balls royally sucked.
Barbara leaves and we get back into devouring those bad boys. For as stuffed as we were before those fried cookies came into our world, its amazing how quickly all three of them big balls disappeared. Seeing that there were three of them and only two of us, Dan and I had to split the last deep fried ball of bliss as evenly as the other would allow.
Thats it. I think Im in love with Chef T. Sorry Dan, youve been trumped by a man with a box of cookies and a deep fryer.
I look around. No one else had Deep Fried Balls of Bliss on their table. We really MUST be special!
Once everything was gone, Dan and I declared ourselves as Officially Fricking Full.
And Boma, Barbara, and Chef T get a big Thumbs Up from both of us.
If only we could lift our thumbs.
Next installment: Part 4 1/4. No rest for the stuffed
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Yay! Another installment!
I am sorry to hear about your grandfather, hucifer.
I am sorry to hear about your grandfather, hucifer.
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