Hucifer does the solo thing sort of. Alone and going home, 9/21

[hucifer]

Quoting you: Ever get smacked on the rear with a wooden spoon?

I told you to put stuff like that in a PM.

What fun is that?

Quoting you: No need to apologize for a Harry Potter reference here. This is an HP-friendly thread.

So friendly that our fearless writer once impersonated ‘ol Harry. Now you have to post the picture.

No I don't. Well, maybe I do.

The side of Harry you never thought you'd see. That's big sis Bratus getting "wanded."​

Quoting you: Angel Hucifer goes on lots of long smoke breaks. And…. She was way overdue...she had been on a 48-minute smoke break.

Okay with you being all vegetarian and health conscious and stuff I find it hard to believe you smoke (unless you’re on fire). So I’m guessing you go and keep the smokers company just to take advantage of all the extra breaks they get. But second hand smoke isn’t good for you either. Although too much work causes stress which isn’t good for you either so you may be onto something here.

Well, I don't smoke. Angel Hucifer does. She also swears like a sailor.

Quoting NMAmy: What the heck?? I've been ousted so easily?

Well if you’re going to go around representing yourself as a senile 90 year old woman what did you expect?

Quoting you: Whoa...is that...a compliment?

Yes it was. I’m trying to balance things out. How am I doing?

You're freaking me out.

Quoting you: Now, if you're name is Wendy and everyone asks you if your dad is Dave Thomas, well, then we have something to talk about.

That thought never crossed my mind since you don’t have red hair and pigtails. Well, at least most of the time you don’t. I have no idea what goes on during “Dress Up Friday Night”.

Now that you mention it, that would be a great Halloween costume.

Quoting you: TMI!!! Okay, just kidding. No such thing on this thread.

Cause.

Quoting you: You get a big banana welcome.

Effect.

Bow chucka bow bow

Quoting Jareds Mommy: He just flew back up to Inuvik, then on to Tuktoyaktuk

What planet is that on?

Quoting Marvali: Wow, I knew I should have just continued ninja lurking after my ninja subscribing. One post and BAM! I killed your thread.......

It’s okay Dr. Kevorkian. I’m pretty sure it counts as a mercy killing.

HEY!

Quoting you: I have a toddler at home. He takes up 95% of my attention.

And knowing how high maintenance you are that leaves Dan with -53.5% attention.

That's about right.

Quoting you: If it wasn't for work, I'd NEVER get any DISboarding done.

Put another way, “If it wasn’t for the DIS, I’d ACTUALLY do some work.”

That's about right.

Quoting you: Hitching, Hooking, and Hucifer: Destination Big Apple

The trip report we’re all really waiting for.

Well I started to (it began with a wooden spoon beating), but you censored me.

Quoting you: So, what image pops into your head when I say that a woman is crashed out in Epcot?

You sleeping near the bushes by one of the food kiosks in WS.

No, besides that.

Quoting you: “Use both hands! A duck is way better than a Viking hat!”

And what exactly did he plan on doing with it if he caught it?

That's what I want to know.

Quoting you: That’s right, people. He ain’t dead. He’s not lost. He isn’t crying. He hasn’t been beaten and mugged. He is being pushed in a wheelchair

I guess being crippled is better than the other alternatives you listed.

I don't know. I think I'd rather be crying.

Quoting you: At first it takes a moment to register who I am, but once recognition sets in, he seems genuinely pleased to see me.

Translation: Talk back to the crazy people and maybe they will let you live.

He WAS clearly out of his element.

Quoting you: You never know how wives will react to a situation like this, so I am a little cautious. But Judy gives me a warm smile.

Translation: I’ve been in enough awkward situations where a guy has had to explain to his wife who I am and why I’m in their house while she was at work that I know a warm smile when I see one.

Bow chucka bow bow

Quoting you: Then David introduces me to their daughter, who looks about sixteen years old. She appears to be angry at the world. Instead of smiling at me, she glares.

Translation: Home wrecking hussy.

What can I say? David is terribly sexy.

Quoting you: I wish them well, making sure to remind them not to miss Illuminations.

You put that in just for me. I know how your mind works.

Actually, that was written forever ago. I love Illuminations!

Quoting NMAmy: Nerd-o-rama.

Right? Only thing missing is a fanny pack.

You people are relentless.

 

[hucifer]

Ooh Cap'n...you ninja posted on me.

He wasn't in a wheelchair before - that night - the night he met - YOU!!!

After an hour with me, you would be unable to walk too.

I don't like the sound of this one...

Wait til you read about the characters that I bump into later.

 

[hucifer]

I walked to Morocco (not the real Morocco, that would be a long walk…it would also be a wet walk). It was about time for my ADR and I thought this was a good time to enjoy my first solo meal. I gave the unfriendly woman at the podium my name and was seated by an unfriendly hostess. No Mohammeds here. To make up for their lack of hospitality, they seat me at a table that is midway between the stage area and the wall. It faces the center and it’s on the main floor, so it’s a decent spot. A few minutes later, my waiter appears and takes my drink order. After he leaves, I whip out my notepad and hotel pen and start scribbling some notes about my day. I finish, put down the notepad, and sit back and really reflect about where I was.

Alone. In Disney World. I let it sink in.

My family thinks I’m nuts, wanting to come here solo. They totally don’t understand how this could be fun for me. “Disney World is about sharing experiences with other family members,” my sister told me once as she balked at the idea that ANYONE would actually want to do this alone. Luckily, I have a very understanding and accommodating husband who not only supported my crazy idea, but actually encouraged it by suggesting I spend an extra two days here. And I love him for it. Sigh.

I guess it’s purely a personality trait. Some folks thrive in social circles. And some folks prefer a little alone time…especially those that have two-year-olds at home. You know what I mean. You love them to death, those little guys, but the concept of Mommy Time is a foreign one most of the time. So you really treasure alone time here and there. And I couldn’t imagine a cooler place than this for some alone time. Oh sure, some folks called me a heretic for coming here without my son. They can try to make me feel guilty for leaving him at home, but honestly, I needed this.

As I’m sitting back and reflecting, the waiter returns with my water. He is trekking back to the kitchen before I notice the floaties suspended in the drink. Ahh…my first solo beverage. Chock-full of viruses that will make me sick with dysentery. Or smallpox. Or swine flu. My only solo days will be stuck in a hotel bed, vomiting up my innards and wishing I was either back home or dead. Cheers!

When he returns, I slide the drink toward him and ask him if I could possibly have some water that didn’t contain microbes, if one was available. I order couscous with veggies, sans microbes, and he leaves. It was then I noticed the nice-looking couple sitting ahead of me. More specifically, I noticed the nice-looking man. Okay, the dude was hot. So when the belly dancer came out to strut her stuff, I had the advantage of pretending to admire her skills while I eyeballed the hottie in her way. Funny thing was, the couple never notice my voyeuristic tendencies, so I was free to ogle all dinner-long. And when the wife excuses herself from the table, it was time to make my move. In my head, of course. Only in my head.

My awesome view at the restaurant. And oh yeah, there's the dancer in the background.​

Then the waiter, who is trying to kill me with biological warfare, brings my food…and any plans to pounce on unsuspecting husbands were temporarily thwarted.

My plate of microbes.​

The couscous is tasty, just as I remember it from last time. I happily eat my first-ever solo meal and admire my amazing view. Belly dancer was okay too. Several minutes into my meal the musicians on stage start playing a birthday song, Moroccan-style, and several wait staff start that birthday celebration clapping. Like the trained seals that we are, several guests join in the clapping, hot husband included. He’s clapping along, looking at his wife, and just going along with the celebration, completely unaware that the waiters are coming to his table. Then the husband decides to looks over at the musicians on the stage, which happened to be perfect timing because he never sees the waiters approaching. So he’s merrily clapping along, watching the musicians, and completely unaware that he has several visitors standing next to him. Until he spins his head back around to look at his wife. Then his eyes catch the men standing in front of him. His eyes grow wide and he jumps up, a little yelp escaping him. He stops clapping. Apparently he isn’t expecting that.

Later, the waiters are gone and the couple are eating their dessert and giving each other goo-goo eyes. It was really sweet and it really made me miss my Danny. But not enough to go home early…don’t be crazy, silly reader. I pick up my notepad and do some more scribbling when my waiter finally comes to see how I’m doing. He sees me taking notes and asks if everything was okay. As he drops off the bill I assured him it was, but after he walks away I mumble, “No, I’m writing you up. You think you can poison my drink and not get penalized for it?” I can only hope he didn’t poison my food, too. Floaties are much harder to see in food. Because they don’t float. They sort of just sit there. I guess in food they’d be called “Landies.”

[shrugs]

Then I see the bill. Twenty-two bucks. For couscous. Yikes. Did he charge extra for the microbes?

By now the Soarin’ FastPass is burning a major hole in my pocket, so it is back to Future World, back to my “home” for now. I fast-walk back to the Land and sprint down the stairs like only a solo person can do. I am way overdue for some virtual hang gliding.

Leaving the building, I get a call from Tim. He mentions something earlier about possibly being in Epcot on Friday, so we text each other that day to see if he was still coming. I answer my phone. “Hey, we’re in Epcot,” he says. “Where are you?”

“I just left Soarin’. I’m in front of the Land building. Are you close?”

“No. How can we find you? What color shirt are you wearing? Is it red?”

“Well, yes it is. How did you—oh.” I look up and see Tim walking up the pavilion, giant poop-eating grin on his face and cell phone on his ear. My goodness he is so clever! He has Mitchell and another gentleman with him. It was probably “Eagle Eye” Mitchell who saw me anyway. “I’m sorry,” I say to him on the phone. “I won’t be able to join you after all. I’m being stalked by a creepy man with a pirate fetish.” I hang up the phone.

The other gentleman is his older son Justin, who lives in Florida. He decided to spend a few days with his folks while they were in town. At least half of them are in town at that point: Marie is on a plane to Detroit that night, headed back home to start a new job. Nothing but a condo full of men now. Tim introduces me to Justin, although we had met each other at his daughter’s graduation party the previous year, neither one remembering the other. Apparently neither one of us is very memorable.

I know, weird huh? How can someone not remember me?

The first thing we do is figure out what to do. Since this is a summer evening, all bets are off to getting on too many attractions. “You can forget Soarin’,” I say, pointing behind me. “The standby line is 120 minutes, at least.” Someone suggests Spaceship Earth. Considering this is a gaggle of very easy-going men, they all agree and off we go. Fortunately, the line for this beauty is short and we are able to walk right on. Cuz, you know…Soarin’ it ain’t.

Mitchell and Justin sit in the front of our time travel vehicle and Tim and I sit in the back. So it’s time to take our picture and click! Bill the Cat makes a second appearance, sans nose-picking. I am looking forward to see how fantastic this picture will look. We go through the attraction and then our little screen comes on. Tim is outright embarrassed by my picture. He keeps saying, “Oh god…why did you make that face?” Which only makes it THAT much funnier. I am laughing so hard I honestly thought I wet the seat. But just a little.

Behold the face that embarrassed a pirate.​

Then we get off the time space-continuum ride mobile thingee and I scramble out to find my Bill the Cat face plastered all over the AT&T walls. Tim is still embarrassed for me. This from a guy who wears a tie with short-sleeve shirts. But I digress.

Then I suggest we hit the new Mexican ride, whatever its new name is. So, being the agreeable bunch they are, the men follow my lead into World Showcase. Tim is chatting the whole way over. Let me say something about this guy: Tim is a talker. Talker Tim. Team leader Talker Tim. Tete-a-Tete Timmy. That’s him. The man was born to chat. When he isn’t chatting in his office, he’s chatting in someone’s cubicle. We all love him, our Timmy. But the boy loves to work his jaw. We know it. He knows it. He’s probably reading this right now (right, Cap’n Keel?), so know that it is an endearing quality. We got nothin’ but love for you, Timbo. Really.

Anyway, by the time we get to Mexico (not the real Mexico…that would be a long walk), I realize that neither Mitchell nor Justin talk. At all. I mean, it’s almost surreal that they are so silent. Now Mitchell is more understandable because that’s Tim’s stepson. But Justin is, as far as Tim knows anyway, his biological son. So apparently the Talk-1 gene did not get passed down to this generation. While in line for the Mexican ride there is a tiny break in Tim’s nonstop conversation as he takes a deep breath to spout something else out. I take this golden opportunity to jump in. I turn to Justin and said, “You didn’t inherit your father’s talk gene, did you?”

Even his response is silent. He grins and shakes his head. I don’t believe I heard him speak all night, come to think about it. In fact, I believe that Tete-a-Tete Timmy did father a young Marcel Marceau.

So we board our boat and sit back to experience the new Mexican ride.

Let’s just say that, for as lame as the old ride may have been, this one royally sucked the big one. Actually…and don’t tell anyone I told you this…I sort of…um…liked the old Mexican ride. Maybe it has something to do with it borrowing footage from If You Had Wings. Anyway, I used to like this ride…until it got hijacked. Those three caballeros are obnoxious and ubiquitous. They took a sweet little boat ride about Mexico and turned it into a shrill and abhorrent mess. The new characters add nothing but a disjointed and disorderly storyline (if you want to call it that) to the once-quaint trip through pseudo-Mexico. In other words, I hate the addition. And I’m not alone. All three of the men agree that this attraction reeked. In fact, it is so awful that Mitchell even broke his personal Code of Silence to tell me this: “It’s your fault that we had a bad time.” You know, since it was my suggestion and all.

By the time we got out of Mexico, Illuminations is about to begin. We walk along the lagoon toward the International Gateway. I start stammering, “So…Tim…uh…any plans after Epcot? Like…do you guys have reservations somewhere…or were you planning on going straight back to the condo or…”

“Yes Hucifer, I’ll drop you off at your resort,” Tim says.

“You are the BEST. No, seriously. You are.”

As we continue our journey through the lagoon, Illuminations begins in all its grandeur: fireworks, noises and all the terror that goes with it for many children. Right on cue, a toddler close to me starts crying. It takes all the strength that I have NOT to go up to crying toddlers and comfort them. Like once you’re a mom, some maternal instinct is born…and it takes over your body whenever a little one is crying…the next thing you know you’re sprinting to them, scooping them up and smothering them with kisses to make everything better. It’s how we’re built. A stranger toddler? Doesn’t matter. My body is still jerking in the direction of the crying child. It’s very difficult to keep walking and hoping that their own mother is taking care of things.

And, needless to say, it is another moment of missing Patrick.

By the time we reach the International Gateway, we decide to leave the park and head out to the Boardwalk where Tim the Talker has parked his vehicle. Yes, he’s a renegade resort-parker too. Where do you think I learned it from? As we walk toward the Boardwalk, we hear the unmistakable sounds of cicadas chirping in the trees.

“Those are chickadas,” Tim says to me, trying to sound all wildlife-savvy.

“Really?” I ask, twirling my hair with my finger and looking all wide-eyed. “Chickadas? Gosh Tim, I have so much to learn from you. Is that a Mexican cicada? Do they wear tiny sombreros?”

I continue to razz the poor soul all the way back to the car. “Do they eat tiny tacos?” For the first time all day, Tim is dead silent. I’m surprised he doesn’t retract his offer to drive me to my room…or fire me when we got back to the office. We climb into his car, Mitchell and Justin in the back seat and me in the passenger’s seat. I’m sure Tim is more than happy to kick me out of the car once we reached Port Orleans. I open the car door, stand up, and turn back to face the backseat. “And for pete’s sake, shut UP back there,” I say to Justin and Mitchell.

And then, “It was nice to meet you, Justin. Again.”

The little guy who was waiting for me by my room. Apparently word gets around how I bring males to wheelchairs. And yes, the picture quality sucks and the caption is bigger than the picture.​

Coming up: Day 6: The Return of Cast Member Hucifer

 

[mmeb144]

The little guy who was waiting for me by my room. Apparently word gets around how I bring males to wheelchairs. And yes, the picture quality sucks and the caption is bigger than the picture.​

Gotta love me some froggy!

 

[glennbo123]

Math is hard.

Hey, are you throwing in references to "The Office" now?

Hey...wait a minute...you can't outdo the OP.

You're right, that is an unspoken DISrule.

Thanks for the shout-out, by the way. Now, back to read your latest installment of hilarity.

 

[PrincessV]

And some folks prefer a little alone time…especially those that have two-year-olds at home. You know what I mean.

Yup.

My plate of microbes.​

The couscous is tasty, just as I remember it from last time.

YAY!!! I've got a group dinner at Marrakesh coming up this summer and seriously wondered if it would be any good. This is good news!

Think I'll just ignore this part, though...

Then I see the bill. Twenty-two bucks. For couscous.

In fact, I believe that Tete-a-Tete Timmy did father a young Marcel Marceau.

So we board our boat and sit back to experience the new Mexican ride.

Let’s just say that, for as lame as the old ride may have been, this one royally sucked the big one.

Amen, and hallejujah! I really enjoyed the old MX ride - it was relaxing and comforting and made me want to take a long beach vacation. The new version makes me want to take a dive off the top of that pyramid.

 

[Liz]

I'm coming out of lurkdom to pay my proper respects and say you are in the elite of trip report writers!! I have enjoyed reading every word and was even fascinated as you shared about a visit to the post office and all things transportation! I went back and read your last trip report too and hope when this one ends there is another trip in your near future!

I actually came here looking for your friend, Peter, and hoping to find his next trip report which is long overdue! Hint hint!! Thankfully in the meantime I found a very gifted and HILARIOUS writer!

Thank you, Hucifer, for giving me many delightful hours sharing your Disney experiences!

 

[hucifer]

Gotta love me some froggy!

Especially froggies that don't hop away. He totally posed for me the whole time. It's too bad my pictures of him didn't turn out.

Hey, are you throwing in references to "The Office" now?

I'm sure I would love the show if I watched it, but I don't. So there was no reference to The Office, sorry. It's my own personal motto.

You're right, that is an unspoken DISrule.

One that you have no trouble breaking.

Thanks for the shout-out, by the way.

You're welcome, buddy. You totally deserved it.

Now, back to read your latest installment of hilarity.

And...?

YAY!!! I've got a group dinner at Marrakesh coming up this summer and seriously wondered if it would be any good. This is good news!

I really like their veggie and couscous dish. It hasn't disappointed me yet. Just watch out for vindictive wait staff.

Think I'll just ignore this part, though...

Sorry, you can't ignore the bill. Unless you want to get arrested.

Amen, and hallejujah! I really enjoyed the old MX ride - it was relaxing and comforting and made me want to take a long beach vacation. The new version makes me want to take a dive off the top of that pyramid.

I thought I was the only one who liked the old ride. Everyone always made fun of it. But it soooo much reminded me of If You Had Wings.

And then they added those obnoxious characters and ruined it all.

I'm coming out of lurkdom to pay my proper respects and say you are in the elite of trip report writers!! I have enjoyed reading every word and was even fascinated as you shared about a visit to the post office and all things transportation! I went back and read your last trip report too and hope when this one ends there is another trip in your near future!

Well Liz, that was a great way to come out of lurkdom. Thank you so much for your wonderful comments!

I don't plan on going back for another 2-3 years, unfortunately.

I actually came here looking for your friend, Peter, and hoping to find his next trip report which is long overdue! Hint hint!! Thankfully in the meantime I found a very gifted and HILARIOUS writer!

Yep, Peter keeps promising to write one, but so far he's just teasing the crap out of us.

Thank you, Hucifer, for giving me many delightful hours sharing your Disney experiences!

I don't know whether to say "you're welcome" or thank you back for writing such flattering comments! So I'll do both.

You're welcome!

And thank you!

And a big banana welcome for you.

 

[glennbo123]

And...?

dkl;skafkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

What time is it? I fell asleep on the keyboard. The last thing I remember some guy was blocking my view of the belly dancer.

 

[Diamondintheruff]

Instead of plowing through my long list of chores on my day off I came across your report and spent the last three hours laughing. Thanks for sharing it with us. Looking forward to more but not looking forward to all my chores. Hmm.. maybe I should check out your last report first.

 

[A&Bmama]

My plate of microbes.​

A Nice Dish

My awesome view at the restaurant. And oh yeah, there's the dancer in the background.​

A Nicer Dish

It takes all the strength that I have NOT to go up to crying toddlers and comfort them. Like once you’re a mom, some maternal instinct is born…and it takes over your body whenever a little one is crying…the next thing you know you’re sprinting to them, scooping them up and smothering them with kisses to make everything better. It’s how we’re built. A stranger toddler? Doesn’t matter.

I feel the exact same way when I see a little one who is crying. I'll see a mother trying to comfort a crying baby and I just want to walk up to her and tell her to give the baby to me. As if somehow I, a stanger, would be better to comfort the child than it's own mother.

Lucky for me I have always been able to restain myself. I'm pretty sure that I could be sent to prison for demanding that mothers hand over their babies...

 

[__disneygirl]

Hucifer!! I read... loved... and re-read your last TR. You know how to write em. Cracked me up and warmed my heart.The moment where you cried on the monorail got to me so when I read about Patrick I was overjoyed!! Funny how you can get so emotional over people you don't even know!! Anyway i'm so happy to be reading a new Hucifer TR. Loving it!!!

 

[All7OfUs]

I really am here, REALLY did read the update, but will have to come back after the holiday days off to comment.

The Marakesh was the only time the ladies had to wait for the guys to finish their meal. They said they needed "extra time" to "digest".

 

[hucifer]

dkl;skafkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

What time is it? I fell asleep on the keyboard. The last thing I remember some guy was blocking my view of the belly dancer.

There was a belly dancer there?

Oh hey...I finished your $5 trip report! I loved it!!!! I know it sounds weird, but I feel like I know your whole family after reading it. EVERY picture of them, they were smiling and having the time of their lives (not bad, considering that you went with two teenagers!!!) I just love your kids.

I am SO looking forward to your next trip report. I sure hope this TR is dripping with the sarcastic wit we've all come to know and love from you.

Oh, and I loved the food porn pics.

Instead of plowing through my long list of chores on my day off I came across your report and spent the last three hours laughing. Thanks for sharing it with us. Looking forward to more but not looking forward to all my chores. Hmm.. maybe I should check out your last report first.

Hey, Diamondintheruff.

I am more than happy to support unproductivity around the house. Lord knows I NEVER clean my house now that I have a little one. I'm so happy that you're enjoying the TR! If you like this one, you'll probably like the last one....my husband is a riot to read about.

Oh, and you get a big banana welcome...

A Nice Dish.

Yes it was.

A Nicer Dish

Yes he was. Mama Like.

I feel the exact same way when I see a little one who is crying. I'll see a mother trying to comfort a crying baby and I just want to walk up to her and tell her to give the baby to me. As if somehow I, a stanger, would be better to comfort the child than it's own mother.

Lucky for me I have always been able to restain myself. I'm pretty sure that I could be sent to prison for demanding that mothers hand over their babies...

Isn't it funny that we're built like that? I feel the same way about wanting to comfort crying children, even ones that are being loved by their own mommy. Those maternal instincts are pretty intense, aren't they?

Hucifer!! I read... loved... and re-read your last TR. You know how to write em. Cracked me up and warmed my heart.The moment where you cried on the monorail got to me so when I read about Patrick I was overjoyed!! Funny how you can get so emotional over people you don't even know!! Anyway i'm so happy to be reading a new Hucifer TR. Loving it!!!

Hey Disneygirl! Welcome to my solo adventure!

That makes me feel so good to read that I can move people like that. It really was a heart-wrenching moment on the monorail...and then to have our little peanut join our family the following year...well, words cannot describe the joy we felt and still feel every day. Dan and I remind each other all the time how lucky we are. Infertility really intensifies the joy of a child.

I'm so glad to see you here! Here's your big banana welcome...

I really am here, REALLY did read the update, but will have to come back after the holiday days off to comment.

The Marakesh was the only time the ladies had to wait for the guys to finish their meal. They said they needed "extra time" to "digest".

Aw shucks, girl. I know you've got a million other threads to keep up with, and those move a lot faster than mine does. Thanks for letting me know that you're still with me, though.

I have to give your men props...they don't get to see too many half-naked women in Disney World.

 

[All7OfUs]

You're cracking me up. If Disney poisoned all their guests, they'd lose too much profit margin. They only choose a few lucky random ones, so they can hold them for ransom at the resorts. And what better place to do this than the Morocco Pav. where they can just claim they are adding authenticity to the meal??? You're lucky you didn't chicken claws and beaks on top of the cous cous.

I guess at $22 they are making about 4,000% anyway; they can afford to have a few guests overusing the POP power flushers.



Your hottie reminds me of a guy in our Bible Study. I'll never look at him again without chuckling about blocking the view of the Belly Dancer- not that you were focosed there anyway.

Good move on making the face that embarrased your company- always fun to do that!





Donald's boat ride is a great place to suck in some A/C air and rest the feet- not much else. Frankly, if there is a story line, I don't get it. Really?! I mean--- there is one?



Good thing you weren't nursing when Illuminations started. We all know what happens when you hear a baby cry, and your lactating. Might have been more embarrasing that you suggested riding the Donald Boat ride- or even more than your SE photo.

Chickadas!! How could possibly contain yourself at this point?!

 

[glennbo123]

Oh hey...I finished your $5 trip report! I loved it!!!! I know it sounds weird, but I feel like I know your whole family after reading it. EVERY picture of them, they were smiling and having the time of their lives (not bad, considering that you went with two teenagers!!!) I just love your kids.

I am SO looking forward to your next trip report. I sure hope this TR is dripping with the sarcastic wit we've all come to know and love from you.

Oh, and I loved the food porn pics.

Oh, you're so nice! You know that's just what every trip report writer wants to hear. I'm glad you got to know us a little.

I'm going to post a flashback TR from our 2005 trip to DisneyWorld on my PTR very soon. It won't be quite as detailed as the $5 one because I have to dredge up 5-year old memories, but it should still be decent.

 

[GreatBiscuit]

Listen...no need to apologize for anything. I was just messing with you. I thought you were poking fun of the length of my report so far, so I was poking back. The mad smiley face was total tongue-in-cheek. I apologize for making you think I was actually upset!

Dang, I wasn't looking for flattery...not that I would turn it away or anything. Listen, my last TR was about a year old, too, so I can't talk. I thought you were making fun of how long this report was lasting.

And lastly...can't tell you enough...I LOVED your epic report. The best part about it was learning all about who Great Biscuit was, from child to adult. From son to father. I absolutely loved going through each journey to the world with you, one trip at a time. It was such a unique approach to the whole TR writing.

I almost sang a chorus of Kumbaya there.

On to the TR! Poison entrees, silent companions and taco eating tree bugs. That right there was an awesome job my friend! I was cracking up multiple times. And a goodnight visit from the little green frog? Well you just can't ask for more magic than that.

 

[hucifer]

You're cracking me up. If Disney poisoned all their guests, they'd lose too much profit margin. They only choose a few lucky random ones, so they can hold them for ransom at the resorts. And what better place to do this than the Morocco Pav. where they can just claim they are adding authenticity to the meal??? You're lucky you didn't chicken claws and beaks on top of the cous cous.

I guess at $22 they are making about 4,000% anyway; they can afford to have a few guests overusing the POP power flushers.

Marrakesh motto: The rude waitstaff tempt you inside. Our poisoned food brings you back.

Your hottie reminds me of a guy in our Bible Study. I'll never look at him again without chuckling about blocking the view of the Belly Dancer- not that you were focosed there anyway.

That dude was SMOKING hot. I probably would have eaten a whole plate of microbes from being so distracted by that face. Oh wait...

Good move on making the face that embarrased your company- always fun to do that!

I work hard at embarrasing others. It's a trait most moms develop well.

Donald's boat ride is a great place to suck in some A/C air and rest the feet- not much else. Frankly, if there is a story line, I don't get it. Really?! I mean--- there is one?

You got me. *sigh* I sure miss the old Mexico ride.

Good thing you weren't nursing when Illuminations started. We all know what happens when you hear a baby cry, and your lactating. Might have been more embarrasing that you suggested riding the Donald Boat ride- or even more than your SE photo.

Strangely enough, I never had that problem when I was nursing...and I nursed Patrick for over a year.

Chickadas!! How could possibly contain yourself at this point?!

I couldn't. I threw that one right back in Timmy's face.

Oh, you're so nice! You know that's just what every trip report writer wants to hear. I'm glad you got to know us a little.

I'm going to post a flashback TR from our 2005 trip to DisneyWorld on my PTR very soon. It won't be quite as detailed as the $5 one because I have to dredge up 5-year old memories, but it should still be decent.

Ooh, that will be a great read! I adore your family.

I almost sang a chorus of Kumbaya there.

Great, now I got that song in my head.

On to the TR! Poison entrees, silent companions and taco eating tree bugs. That right there was an awesome job my friend! I was cracking up multiple times. And a goodnight visit from the little green frog? Well you just can't ask for more magic than that.

Thanks, GB. It was a fantastic night! The frog at my door just topped it all off.

 

[Cap'n Keel]

This is so exciting. I'm using little yellow quote blocks. Yep...sitting here...using my digital scissors...cutting & pasting. <Lick> Yep - still tastes bad. <swig a little rum down as a chaser>

I walked to Morocco not the real Morocco, that would be a long walk...

We knew that silly. Heck if it were the REAL Morocco you would still be looking for it and we wouldn't be reading your trip report one year later. You got lost in WDW with it's gazillion signs pointing every which ways. How would you ever hope to find Morocco? Haven't noticed a single sign for Morocco in all Florida. Tell the truth now - Did you wind up at McDonalds?

And some folks prefer a little alone time…

I think I saw you at the movie theater once. What were you doing over there by yerself?

I notice the floaties suspended in the drink. <clip/snip> I order couscous with veggies, sans microbes, and he leaves.

So let me get this right. Yer in this restaurant. They give you floaties you can see. So you order food? Tourist.

I noticed the nice-looking man.

Shocked I am!!! Where's a Dis cop when ya need them? HEY THIS LADY, THE ONE ALL BY HERSELF, WELL SHE IS OOGLEING THIS MAN, RIGHT HERE, IN PUBLIC!!! Oh well - beats reading about couz-of-course or whatever that stuff was. You ate it?

giant poop-eating grin

I heard he used to like you a little.

How can someone not remember me?

ALL HAIL GINA, ALL HAIL GINA, ALL HAIL GINA!!!

...sans nose-picking.

Yer Mom would be so proud.

I am laughing so hard I honestly thought I wet the seat. But just a little.

And you said you spilled your drink!

...tie with short-sleeve shirts.

I don't get it?

Tim is a talker.

“…any plans after Epcot? Like…do you guys have reservations somewhere…or were you planning on going straight back to the condo or…”

Their guys. Reservations? Going back to the condo? They are probably thinking of dropping off a certain someone and PARTY!

we hear the unmistakable sounds of cicadas chirping in the trees...twirling my hair with my finger and looking all wide-eyed.

Uh-huh ... unmistakable ... like you know what a Cicada is? They use them to make Couscous you know.

...more than happy to kick me out of the car

Who'd thunk it?

 

[hucifer]

I don’t mind the swearing part. As a matter of fact I like when you talk dirty which I’m pretty sure means the same thing and I’m pretty sure comes as no surprise to you. But whichever of you is smoking (and I don’t mean smoking hot) you better cut that out. Get a patch or something. Next time you go to fire up just look at that picture in your signature. End of discussion. And tell Dan too. He’s not a chimney either.

He knows. Apparently he enjoys his coffin nails.

Quoting you: You're freaking me out.

Just now?

Just then. Not now. But then. Back then. THEN-then.

Quoting you: You people are relentless.

New here?

I don't know what you consider new. I've been here for about 7 years, which is old compared to some. But new compared to others. So I guess I really don't know how to answer that.

Quoting you: After an hour with me, you would be unable to walk too.

Probably about 5 minutes.

Damn straight.

Quoting you: I gave the unfriendly woman at the podium my name and was seated by an unfriendly hostess.

I see a pattern here. Buffet wasn’t good enough for you at Boma (or Jiko, or both). Le Cellier was supposed to have a seat just waiting for you even though you know the 90 day or 180 day or back to 90 day ADR rule was invented because of them. And now this. I’m pretty sure there was a Sci-Fi Dine-In incident where you refused to sit in the back of the car because it brought back memories that shouldn’t be brought back while you’re trying to eat.

Jiko doesn't have a buffet. And clearly I'm okay with buffets since I ate at Boma the day before (wow, was it really the day before? This TR is really dragging out). And the Sci-Fi incident is totally unrelated. So what is your point?

Quoting you: My family thinks I’m nuts

I really hate to be the one to break this to you but that sphere of influence is a lot wider than just your family.

Oh.

Quoting you: I slide the drink toward him and ask him if I could possibly have some water that didn’t contain microbes

Two things you never do: Don’t piss off your waiter and don’t piss off the guy who takes your bags at the airport. Unless you want the waiter to spit in your drink or unless you want your bags going to Hawaii while you’re going to Erie, PA.

I know that, I swear! But there was no way I could drink that water. And the whole airport bag thing...on our honeymoon the line inside the airport to check in was horrendous. So we used the bag dudes outside. Dan tipped the man well, and the man thanked him and said, "This is what happens when you don't tip the luggage guy." And he took the previous couples' suitcases (who did NOT tip him and just went inside the airport) and put them to the side so the bags wouldn't make it on the same flight as them. Holy crap! That was a lesson in baggage handling. Fo sho.

Quoting you: I order couscous with veggies

And you were worried about the water?

Don't knock it til you try it.

Quoting you: Okay, the dude was hot.

Nice. Now the real reason for the solo trip comes to light.

I can enjoy nice scenery when it passes in front of me. Nothing wrong with that.

Quoting you: the couple never notice my voyeuristic tendencies

Said through clenched teeth - Husband: Why is that woman who is alone staring at me? Wife: I don’t know. She looks crazy and is taking pictures of the female belly dancer (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Avoid eye contact with her.

Husband: But she's drooling. It's kinda hard to look away.
Wife: And strangely sexy at the same time. My goodness, I feel flushed. I've never experienced these kind of feelings before.
Husband: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Wife: You bet I am. Go over and ask her.
Husband: Rats! She paid her bill and split. Oh no, we'll never find her again.
Wife: Your birthday is ruined.

Quoting you: He’s clapping along, looking at his wife, and just going along with the celebration, completely unaware that the waiters are coming to his table.

Great. You know how to pick them. The Mimbo didn’t even know it was his own birthday. He should have gotten one of those buttons that says “I read on the DIS I get free stuff for my birthday” to help him remember.

Just like the belly dancer doesn't know how to spell "USA" but you men don't seem to care.

Quoting you: The couscous is tasty, just as I remember it from last time.

It looks like it was from the last time.

I blame you.

Quoting you: This from a guy who wears a tie with short-sleeve shirts.

Eww!

Yep.

Quoting you: He’s probably reading this right now (right, Cap’n Keel?)

You didn’t have to out him. Those of us playing along at home figured out that Tim was the Captain and Tenniille back around his second post.

So you're smarter than your posts?

Quoting you: Those three caballeros are obnoxious and ubiquitous.

That’s no way to talk about Tim, Justin and Mitchell. They were just trying to keep you company.

[hangs head] I'm sorry.

Quoting you: “So…Tim…uh…any plans after Epcot?” “Yes Hucifer, I’ll drop you off at your resort,” Tim says.

Dude…hot chick…solo trip….any plans?….she wasn’t looking for a ride (well, umm…). She stopped short (gratuitous Seinfeld reference) of asking you if you come here often and what’s your sign.

Am I that obvious?

Quoting you: “Really?” I ask, twirling my hair with my finger and looking all wide-eyed. “Chickadas? Gosh Tim, I have so much to learn from you. Is that a Mexican cicada? Do they wear tiny sombreros?”

See? I rest my case.

The jury finds the defendent...guilty.