Back at the resort, we clean ourselves up for dinner. Problem is, I dont have a reservation because
silly me
I didnt know about any stupid dining plan and figured I could get into restaurants without them!
Then Dan says, Where do you want to eat tonight?
I say, Lets try the California Grill.
We walk over to the Poly and head to Guest Services. The man behind the counter clicks away on his computer and sure enough no availability. The man apologizes to us. Crossing my fingers didn't work this time.
Dan turns to me. Lets head over to the Contemporary anyway.
At this point I figure he wants to eat at the Concourse Steakhouse. Last time we had a great meal and a fantastic waiter (Robert). But when the monorail dropped us off and he walked past the restaurant, I asked him what he was doing.
He asked me, Where do you check in for the California Grill?
Im confused. But theyre booked. You heard the Poly dude.
He smiled. You want to eat there, dont you? Trust me.
Uh boy. By now I was catching on. Remember that reservation we had for the Makkaresh, but they couldnt find and seated us anyway?
We approach the check-in counter. Why was I so nervous? What was the worst that could happen?
The woman behind the counter smiled at Dan. May I help you, sir?
Yes, I have reservations for 7:45.
Click, click, click.
Im sorry sir, but we cannot find your reservation. Could it be under a different name?
It shouldnt be, but try my secretarys name. She was the one who booked it for us.
Secretary? Oh Danny. Surely they wont buy that crap.
Click, click, click.
The woman frowns. No, it isnt under that name either. Do you have your reservation number?
Dan shakes his head and apologizes. No, my fake secretary has the number. Im so sorry.
The next few minutes were rather torturous. Not only for me, who was putting on my best You Lost Our Reservation? face while holding my breath while waiting for the we know what you two are up to, leave the premises immediately, but also for the poor cast member behind the counter who was frantically looking for Dans fake reservation and unable to do a thing about resolving the matter.
Did you say it was for 7:40?
Yes, Dan says.
His lie is already beginning to unravel, I thought. He originally said 7:45. We are so busted.
But I said nothing, just stood there and tried to maintain my weakening You Lost Our Reservation? expression. Waiting for them to call us out with a Liars! No California Grill for you one year!
Then the woman got another woman and another computer involved. Both of them searched frantically for one real and one fake name, for a reservation that was never made. Now I was beginning to feel awful for these women and considered ending the madness by grabbing Dan by the shirt and telling him enough is enough, we can eat somewhere else.
A few minutes later, the second woman sighed and asked the first one, Just the two of them? Mark up the slip. She turned back to what she was doing.
The first cast member grabbed the seating slip and looked up at Dan. That was 2 for 7:50? she asked.
Yes, Dan said.
I mentally slapped my forehead. Way to be consistent, Doofus! Surely theyll catch on to us NOW.
But no. The woman wrote down the information on the pad and ripped off the sheet. I am so sorry for the mix-up. Please give this to the hostess at the restaurant.
Dan and I thanked her and walked to the elevator. Just act cool be cool dont look like we just got away with murder no grinning or running or high-fives. That would cost us everything we worked so hard for.
The elevator operator dude asked to see our slip before admitting us on the elevator. The ride up was quiet. I wanted to congratulate Dan on his brilliant performance, but feared that the elevator operator dude was One Of Them.
No, I had to play it cool.
Ah, here we are, the 15th floor. Just like we planned when we made our reservation three months ago. Wink, wink.
Enjoy your meal. I think the elevator operator dude is suspicious. Did you see the way he looked at us?
We are seated at a window table like good guests would be. Once the hostess left, I figured it was safe to celebrate. You da MAN! I said to Dan and gave him a giggle and a big smooch.
He grinned at me. Yes I am.
Wine glass in hand, I toast to Dans brilliance, take a big swig of wine, and giggle like a schoolgirl. I felt like we had totally cheated the system. I couldnt stop giggling for a long time must have been the wine.
He looks so pure, my Dan. But under that innocent boy facade is one scheming mind.
Wouldnt you know it? Wishes is going to start! We were all invited (even us fake, naughty guests) to see it from the balcony. Act like we belong here, I whispered to Dan. I must say that we blended in with the regular, good guests very well.
After Wishes, my veggie ravioli was served. I looked up at Dan and said as if figuring it out for the first time, This is an illegal meal, and then went into a fit of giggles. Whenever I saw our waitress approaching, I would hush myself loudly and say, Act like were here legally and not doing anything wrong, And then go into another bout of the giggles. I was beside myself. I really felt like we were two teenagers sneaking out of their parents house in the middle of the night.
But wait, the night gets even better. The Electrical Water Parade is floating by our window. Cant miss that one.
Alright, the picture sucks big time. But look how mega cool the parade is!
Too bad they dont pipe the music from that sucker into the restaurant too.
Dan and I ate our delicious dinner, congratulated each other on a successful evening, and headed back to the Shades of Green for a nightcap.
Next installment: Day 6. The Day I Couldnt Remember
Then Dan says, Where do you want to eat tonight?
I say, Lets try the California Grill.
We walk over to the Poly and head to Guest Services. The man behind the counter clicks away on his computer and sure enough no availability. The man apologizes to us. Crossing my fingers didn't work this time.
Dan turns to me. Lets head over to the Contemporary anyway.
At this point I figure he wants to eat at the Concourse Steakhouse. Last time we had a great meal and a fantastic waiter (Robert). But when the monorail dropped us off and he walked past the restaurant, I asked him what he was doing.
He asked me, Where do you check in for the California Grill?
Im confused. But theyre booked. You heard the Poly dude.
He smiled. You want to eat there, dont you? Trust me.
Uh boy. By now I was catching on. Remember that reservation we had for the Makkaresh, but they couldnt find and seated us anyway?
We approach the check-in counter. Why was I so nervous? What was the worst that could happen?
The woman behind the counter smiled at Dan. May I help you, sir?
Yes, I have reservations for 7:45.
Click, click, click.
Im sorry sir, but we cannot find your reservation. Could it be under a different name?
It shouldnt be, but try my secretarys name. She was the one who booked it for us.
Secretary? Oh Danny. Surely they wont buy that crap.
Click, click, click.
The woman frowns. No, it isnt under that name either. Do you have your reservation number?
Dan shakes his head and apologizes. No, my fake secretary has the number. Im so sorry.
The next few minutes were rather torturous. Not only for me, who was putting on my best You Lost Our Reservation? face while holding my breath while waiting for the we know what you two are up to, leave the premises immediately, but also for the poor cast member behind the counter who was frantically looking for Dans fake reservation and unable to do a thing about resolving the matter.
Did you say it was for 7:40?
Yes, Dan says.
His lie is already beginning to unravel, I thought. He originally said 7:45. We are so busted.
But I said nothing, just stood there and tried to maintain my weakening You Lost Our Reservation? expression. Waiting for them to call us out with a Liars! No California Grill for you one year!
Then the woman got another woman and another computer involved. Both of them searched frantically for one real and one fake name, for a reservation that was never made. Now I was beginning to feel awful for these women and considered ending the madness by grabbing Dan by the shirt and telling him enough is enough, we can eat somewhere else.
A few minutes later, the second woman sighed and asked the first one, Just the two of them? Mark up the slip. She turned back to what she was doing.
The first cast member grabbed the seating slip and looked up at Dan. That was 2 for 7:50? she asked.
Yes, Dan said.
I mentally slapped my forehead. Way to be consistent, Doofus! Surely theyll catch on to us NOW.
But no. The woman wrote down the information on the pad and ripped off the sheet. I am so sorry for the mix-up. Please give this to the hostess at the restaurant.
Dan and I thanked her and walked to the elevator. Just act cool be cool dont look like we just got away with murder no grinning or running or high-fives. That would cost us everything we worked so hard for.
The elevator operator dude asked to see our slip before admitting us on the elevator. The ride up was quiet. I wanted to congratulate Dan on his brilliant performance, but feared that the elevator operator dude was One Of Them.
No, I had to play it cool.
Ah, here we are, the 15th floor. Just like we planned when we made our reservation three months ago. Wink, wink.
Enjoy your meal. I think the elevator operator dude is suspicious. Did you see the way he looked at us?
We are seated at a window table like good guests would be. Once the hostess left, I figured it was safe to celebrate. You da MAN! I said to Dan and gave him a giggle and a big smooch.
He grinned at me. Yes I am.
Wine glass in hand, I toast to Dans brilliance, take a big swig of wine, and giggle like a schoolgirl. I felt like we had totally cheated the system. I couldnt stop giggling for a long time must have been the wine.
He looks so pure, my Dan. But under that innocent boy facade is one scheming mind.
Wouldnt you know it? Wishes is going to start! We were all invited (even us fake, naughty guests) to see it from the balcony. Act like we belong here, I whispered to Dan. I must say that we blended in with the regular, good guests very well.
After Wishes, my veggie ravioli was served. I looked up at Dan and said as if figuring it out for the first time, This is an illegal meal, and then went into a fit of giggles. Whenever I saw our waitress approaching, I would hush myself loudly and say, Act like were here legally and not doing anything wrong, And then go into another bout of the giggles. I was beside myself. I really felt like we were two teenagers sneaking out of their parents house in the middle of the night.
But wait, the night gets even better. The Electrical Water Parade is floating by our window. Cant miss that one.
Alright, the picture sucks big time. But look how mega cool the parade is!
Too bad they dont pipe the music from that sucker into the restaurant too.
Dan and I ate our delicious dinner, congratulated each other on a successful evening, and headed back to the Shades of Green for a nightcap.
Next installment: Day 6. The Day I Couldnt Remember
Teach me your wisdom master! 
I really like it alot!(the report and cheating disney thing) 
Hmmm...48 footer on the horizon there with in-mast reefing main...an two bikinis on the bow...run im out boys we be tradin up agin. 
& 
. He then gets promoted to Monorail driver!!! 
Didja see the Winchester house?
