Around noon, Dan and I (along with hundreds of other hungry guests) hit the food stand for some chow. By now, were pretty glad to be wearing the water shoes because the sand and cement were mighty hot and barefoot guests were grimacing and stepping quickly to avoid getting scorched. Are we dorks? Yep. Do we have strange tan lines around our ankles? Oh yeah. But smart? You betcha.
Waiting in line, Im once again searching the menu for veggie burgers. Nope, not up there. But I do see cheese pizzas. Again. Sigh.
But wait! Does my memory not deceive me? Did I not receive a veggie burger when it wasnt advertised at the Sci Fi restaurant? Should I make the bold attempt at asking this lovely cashier if they exist here on the island of Blizzard Beach? Dare I risk the chance of disappointment?
Ahem
um
do you have veggie burgers? I held my breath.
Yes we do.
Then why, dear lady, DONT YOU PEOPLE PUT THAT UP ON THE MENU? I could have saved myself from overdosing on cheese pizzas last time.
Happy as a clam, Dan and I sit down to eat. I, with my veggie burger. Dan, with his
eh, I dont remember. But the burger went down splendidly and all was well in Wendy World.
After lunch, crowds and clouds continued to build. Lines for our favorite slides were getting gradually longer. So Dan and I do our brilliantly clever trip around the lazy river to digest our meal among the hordes of other brilliant folks who are digesting their foodstuff while floating along a manmade river.
After lunch, crowds continue to build. Dan and I are standing in line for the Toboggan Racers. I am behind him and notice that his shoulders are starting to look a bit pinkish. Are you wearing any sunscreen? I ask him.
No, he says.
Well why NOT?
I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and face a woman in her 40s. Because hes a man, she says.
Amen to that, I say and laugh. Tomorrow hes going to be in pain and wonder why.
I wont wonder, Dan says back to us.
I looked at the woman and rolled my eyes. She gives me an understanding look, one that only wives can share. Men!
Throughout the afternoon, Blizzard Beach steadily got busier and busier until
Crack!
And no people, I'm not talking anatomy here! Get your mind out of the gutter! For now, at least.
Ladies and Gentlemen, due to inclement weather, all slides and attractions will be temporarily closed, said the bodiless loudspeaker voice of Blizzard Beach World. Please move away from the sandy areas until the weather has cleared. Thank you.
For Petes Sake! Fifth day at WDW, fifth day of that blasted rain. And thundershowers, no less. So much for praising the weather gods for the beautiful day we were having. Stupid deities.
Well, Dan and I arent going to play by their rules anymore. No sir. Were going to be Rule Rebels. Fear us
the Rule Rebels that we are. Shiver in your scorched feet as we do the unthinkable
and NOT clear from the sandy area. You heard me right. Were really sticking it to The Man this time.
We parked ourselves under the canopy, where our perfect-spot lounge chairs were. Then the rain hit. And boy, did it rain hard. It was around 3pm at this time and we figured that, like most Florida showers, this one should last about 20 minutes or so. So I wrapped myself up in my towel and sat next to Dan. The please move away from the sandy areas warnings were as relentless as please stand clear of the doors. Well, bring on the Sand Police then. Were not budging. We want to be the first to hit those delicious slides when this storm ends.
The storm lasted about forty-five minutes. Dan and I amused ourselves as well as we could, considering we had limited means to amuse ourselves with. Good thing were a couple of self-amusing nuts. We could have fun at a lawyers convention, really.
This is as close to a bathing suit shot as you get. Notice the other Rule Rebels behind me. We love to live on the edge.
Isn't he adorable? 
So the storm clears up finally, the loudspeaker voice of Blizzard Beach World informs us that it is safe to go back to the sand (tee hee!) and that the slides are back in business.
This is what the Beach looks like deserted. Look well. This is a view only a CM gets to see.
Woo HOO! Lets hit the Double Dipper before the other folks bare feet even touch the sand.
After climbing 20,048 steps and reaching the line to the DD, we are the first ones there. The Magic Chute has spit out all of its unused tubes at this point, and there are eight tubes sitting at the bottom of the chute. Eight tubes? No wonder there is always a line backup. Im no mathematician, but if there are only eight tubes in play during the whole sliding process
and 43 people somewhere in that process (sliding, standing in line, waiting at the Magic Chute)
wouldnt we need a couple more tubes?
Dan and I take our tubes and run up the last flight of stairs. By the time we slide down and run back into the DD line for the second time, the six tubes are gone and there is already a small line to wait for the Magic Chute to summon more tubes.
For as crowded as it was getting before the storm, we expected the lines to build back up pretty quickly. However, considering that the storm lasted almost an hour and that it was 4pm by this time, the park became a dead one. And that didnt bother us one bit. We did our slide loop, from DD to the toboggan racers, to the Runoff Rapids, and back to the DD. Each time, the climb up those stairs got progressively more difficult. About halfway up the climb we breathed, This is the last time. But the side down would be so much fun, we would laugh at the bottom, Just one more time! An endless loop of this madness.
We had so much fun hitting the slides without waiting (except at DD)
until the loudspeaker dude of Blizzard Beach World gave us our final call for park closing. Wearily, we walked back inland to collect our belongings and leave the park.
We thought our adventures of Blizzard Beach were over for the day, but we were wrong. Very wrong.
Next installment: Part 3. Dan and Wendy, Idiots Extraordinaire
Yep, I loved Peter Pan and Bratus and I used to sprinkle "pixie dust" on ourselves, think happy thoughts and hope it would work. Sigh. We were quite the dreamers.
What we fashionistas need is a little 
to make THAT happen!! 
I've really enjoyed every single word. Thanks for sharing. 
I love cliff-hangers (but only the ones requiring less than a 24 hour wait. Those "Wait until next summer" cliff-hangers suck!)
