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

[hucifer]

You totally ninja-posted again! Dang you're good.

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 must say, I'm quite proud of you.
I also must say that it's much easier to read.

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?

For your information, NO! I found Morocco just FINE!

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

I was *censored* there. Why?

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

A hungry tourist. Makes all the difference.

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?

No, I *censored* it. Why?

I heard he used to like you a little.

He'll forgive me. It's hard to resist this face.

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

You confuse and befuddle me.

And you said you spilled your drink!

After I peed.

I don't get it?

Big fashion no-no.

Aye, but we love him anyway.

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

Whatever.

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

Then they are delicious.

Who'd thunk it?

He should have been proud. I finally found a way to shut him up.

 

[hucifer]

Part 1. When FastPass lines are longer than standby

“Never knew that it could happen
‘Til it happened to me
I didn’t know it before
But now it’s easy to see
It’s a start of something new…”

Blech. Out of my head, inferior wakeup call music. OUT! [slams phone down.]

Well here we are. My first full day of solo-ism. Or solo-ness. Or solo-ment. Or solo-tion. You get the idea. It’s a day chocked with nothing but Hucifer, Hucifer, Hucifer! I am one lucky girl.

I have my coffee and eat some oatmeal in the room. After my shower, I had a dilemma. How do I apply sunscreen on my back by myself? I’ve got a handful of lotion but no idea on how to get it back there. Besides contortion, I mean. I bend my arm backwards, struggling to get every inch that I can back there. Over the shoulder, around the sides…this is near impossible to do alone, I found out. If I really needed it back there and I couldn’t physically do it, who could you possibly ask to apply it for you? How would you ask without looking like a creep?

Uh, excuse me sir…after I lift up my shirt, please rub your hands all over my naked back. It should only take a second, those trash cans can wait. Why yes, they ARE real. And they’re fantastic.

So I guess I found one disadvantage to doing the solo thing.

After my inadequate attempts of applying sunscreen to my solo back, I slip on my shirt and apply my Hucifer nametag to my solo front. Yes, I still have it. Yes, I still plan on wearing it. Yes, I enjoy playing Imposter Cast Member. It was a role I was sort of born to do. It’s also a great way to get attention. Case-in-point…

…I walked outside into the hot morning and down to the back side of the main entrance. I cut through the lobby and approached the main set of doors to the bus stop. There were two cast members standing at the doors, apparently they were the Official Port Orleans French Quarter Door Openers. The one on the right opens the door for me, says good morning, sees my nametag, then sings: “And Hucifer has stormy eyes…”

Seriously. The very first person to see my nametag serenades me. And now that I have that crappy song in your head, I’ll move along.

And no, my name tag doesn’t really say Hucifer. I’ll let you figure that one out all on your own.

I walk down to the bus stop and wait for my very first solo bus. (Yeah, yeah, everything is “first solo” this and “first solo” that. I’m pretty excited about this trip, okay? Don’t worry, my firsts are coming to an end soon.) Not much of a wait here, and my MGM bus (yep, still calling it that) arrives shortly after I sit down. The morning is going well enough. I’ve got my purse (not fanny pack), Unofficial Guide tour plan (not winging it), mostly empty bus (no big lines yet), and a big smile on my face (no crying in Disney World). I’ve got high hopes for today. Well, except for my back. I don’t have high expectations that it won’t get burned. But other than that, I feel pretty good.

My empty bus drops me off at the entrance and I wait for the park to open. I give the Unofficial Guide another once-over to ensure accuracy and compliancy, and then I safely tuck it away again. The morning is a hot one, and although I’ve already hinted at that, it’s a bit more evident with the foggy camera shots.

See?​

My camera was completely fogging up because of going from cold to hot so many times. While waiting for park opening, the American Idol Experience was getting promoting big-time. The loudspeakers kept blasting information about tryouts every few minutes or so. Some AI producers were off to the left of the crowd, encouraging people to sign up. Is it going to be like this every day at park opening? And – is it me – or is AI getting a little old? Like Disney is waaaaaaaay behind the ball on bringing this attraction to their park. Kind of like Universal opening up Harry’s Hangout or Potter Planet or whatever years after the last book was published.

I look ahead of me and I see a woman in a wheelchair who is wearing a Coke bottle cap pin on her shirt, which is almost better than my Hucifer one. Almost. Then I notice that every person in her group is wearing one, and they all show different sodas. Curiosity got the better of me, so I walked up, complimented her pin selection, and then asked her where she got it. “Actually, my brother made them,” she said, pointing to a gentleman in her group who was wearing a 7-up pin. “Aren’t they great?”

“I’m surprised Disney doesn’t sell them,” I said. “I would totally buy one.”

Then I went back in line.

What seemed like forever goes by, and finally the We’re-About-To-Open music pipes in. We all shuffle forward and Dorma Nesmond arrives with her director.

I am soooooo star-struck right about now.​

She, in all her drama glory, sweeps her arms up in grand style to officially open the park. And we all go charging in like cattle. Moooooo.

So my Unofficial Guide says to go directly to Toy Story Mania. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Unfortunately, 75% of everybody else (which was a lot of freaking people, by the way) have the same freaking idea. So about 30,000 mad and overheated guests shuffle, run, skip, dash, hop, and roll over to Toy Story Mania.

Park Opening Madness, Exhibit A. Stuck in the middle of the madness.

Park Opening Madness, Exhibit B. Those behind me hide themselves from being associated with said madness.

Park opening Madness, Exhibit C. Everyone and their brother will all be first guest to ride TSM.​

Now, I was somewhat near the front of Park Opening Madness. And I’m a very fast walker. And I’m alone (read: no one else to hold me back). Yet I was still way behind the masses somehow, and by the time I reached TSM, the standby line was already out the door (I kid you not), and the lines for FastPass were starting to double up. It was MADNESS.

Confusion, mayhem, madness...welcome to park opening!

At ease, soldier. You got a FastPass on you? Does that hand grenade work on thinning out crowds?​

I got in line for one of the FastPass machines. Because that’s what the Unofficial Guide told me to do. And, being the obedient slave that I am, I obey. Except the line is moving like molasses. It’s funny…all these people sprinted like cheetahs to a gazelle in order to get to this attraction, but as soon as you stick a FastPass machine in front of them, suddenly they are as bright as a 10-watt bulb. They become confused, holding park passes and staring at the machines as if they are supposed to just spit out passes by telepathy. So while I’m impatiently hopping from one foot to the other while Brains of the Century figures out how to work the machine, I’m seeing both FastPass lines next to me zoom by like an emergency vehicle zooming by stopped traffic. Or something like that. You get the idea. Anyway, after about six or seven minutes of waiting, I decide to abandon this line and jump into the one next to me.

At first it seemed like an award-winning idea. I snicker at the person who used to be behind me in line at the other machine as I inch forward. And then…well, Murphy is still hanging around. My new line comes to a stop. A woman at the machine in my line is frantically trying to put her passes into it, but it keeps rejecting them. Eventually a cast member stops by. You know there’s a problem when one of them gets involved. Sure enough, several minutes later, he’s opening up the machine and scratching his head. Then he’s waving us folks in line to other lines. You have got to be KIDDING ME.

And then I watch as the person who used to stand behind me in the old line walk away, grinning at me while waving his FastPasses in the air. ARRRRRRGGHHHHH! Serenity now!

So I get in a third line, swear silently to myself (there’s no swearing in Disney World), and wait ever-so-impatiently for the opportunity to obtain a FastPass. By the time I actually had one in my hand, it is twenty freaking minutes after park opening. Yes. Twenty.

But, strangely enough, I’m feeling adventurous. I throw caution to the wind (not my FastPass – I wasn’t feeling THAT lucky) and jump into the TSM standby line. Sure, it goes against the touring plan. Sure, the world will probably implode from this random act of spontaneity inside a Disney park. But I am up for living dangerously, my friend. By now the TSM standby line is thirty minutes, but I didn’t care. I laugh at the wait time. Ha ha ha! I have all day for line waiting, may as well start now. And my devil-may-care attitude pays off. I become The Chosen One. I am asked to hold the red card thingee. The cast member hands it to me and says, “With this card there is great responsibility.” But I tell him I accept, and proudly carry it into the building.

The thirty-minute wait notice is fairly accurate. But since I’m a TSM virgin and all, I want to check out the queue anyway. It is way too detailed to skip through it the first time, I decide. Not only that, this will probably be the only time of the day that I can wait thirty minutes or less for the standby line. The best part of the queue is Mr. Potato Head. The idiot in me thought that it was voiced by a live Don Rickles. He asks, “Say kids, what is your favorite toy?” And then I hear some kids say, “Buzz! Woody!” When he says, “Let’s try this again…what is your favorite toy?” Again, the answer is the same, “Buzz! Woody!” I actually thought that children in line were saying that. Maybe I still think that. I don’t know, but it was funny. That was also the shortest part of the line, needless to say.

Then there’s a part in the line where a singles line forms and splits off from the masses. Did I mention it was near the end? What was the point of that? Anyway, I was able to leap ahead of about four people in line, so it was a real win for me, I guess.

I climb aboard my vehicle and get ready for some target shooting. This ride is so much fun. I think I was laughing the entire time. I don’t remember my score, but I do remember it was fairly high, considering it was my first time. What I don’t like about the attraction is the awkwardness of the shooters. You know what I mean. That last screen, the one where you try to hit the target as many times as possible, well it’s…awkward. You keep pulling your hand back and forth really fast and it looks like…um…yeah.

Fruit bats come to mind.

Moving along.

Okay, this is where it gets to pot with the Unofficial Guide. That didn’t take long. Although I already broke a rule by doing TSM this morning, and I was exactly one step deep into the instructions, I decide to (gasp!) just wing the rest of the day. Looking down the plan, I see few things that I actually want to do today: I already did the Lame Movie Ride a few days ago, so I felt no compulsion to ride it again. I did not enjoy the Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast show enough to see it again, the Backlot Tour is so abbreviated now that it hardly is worth the trip to the other side of the park these days, I’m not really in a Lights! Motors! Action! kind! of! mood!, and I’ve seen that darn Indiana Jones (with and without a dying husband) show more times than I care to admit. What’s left? Some new attractions, some thrill attractions. Other than that, this is going to be a sit-back-and-enjoy-what’s-going-on-around-me kind of day. And I feel really good about that decision. Dammit.


Coming up: Part 2. Conversations with myself

 

[glennbo123]

It’s a day chocked with nothing but Hucifer, Hucifer, Hucifer! I am one lucky girl.

You were obviously beside yourself.

Uh, excuse me sir…after I lift up my shirt, please rub your hands all over my naked back. It should only take a second, those trash cans can wait.

And that woulda been one lucky guy.

Why yes, they ARE real. And they’re fantastic.

Seinfeld alert! Now don't tell me how many I've missed.

The one on the right opens the door for me, says good morning, sees my nametag, then sings: “And Hucifer has stormy eyes…”

I should have noticed before this, how much that song describes you. What with all of the rainbow and smiles distribution.

And – is it me – or is AI getting a little old? Like Disney is waaaaaaaay behind the ball on bringing this attraction to their park.

Just because you posted this Imagineers are scrapping their plans for a "Match Game" attraction. Thanks.

And we all go charging in like cattle. Moooooo.

Baaaa.

Park Opening Madness, Exhibit B. Those behind me hide themselves from being associated with said madness.

How can she see where she's going?

Anyway, after about six or seven minutes of waiting, I decide to abandon this line and jump into the one next to me.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

And then I watch as the person who used to stand behind me in the old line walk away, grinning at me while waving his FastPasses in the air. ARRRRRRGGHHHHH! Serenity now!

Oh the humanity!

That last screen, the one where you try to hit the target as many times as possible, well it’s…awkward. You keep pulling your hand back and forth really fast and it looks like…um…yeah.

Are you still master of your domain?

Coming up: Part 2. Conversations with myself

I've got a feeling that most of them are.

 

[GreatBiscuit]

And no, my name tag doesn’t really say Hucifer. I’ll let you figure that one out all on your own.

That's a tough one. You're a square patty in a round patty world.

My camera was completely fogging up because of going from cold to hot so many times.

You sure it wasn't from having strangers help with the sunscreen?

And – is it me – or is AI getting a little old? Like Disney is waaaaaaaay behind the ball on bringing this attraction to their park. Kind of like Universal opening up Harry’s Hangout or Potter Planet or whatever years after the last book was published.

It's not just you.

So my Unofficial Guide says to go directly to Toy Story Mania. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Unfortunately, 75% of everybody else (which was a lot of freaking people, by the way) have the same freaking idea. So about 30,000 mad and overheated guests shuffle, run, skip, dash, hop, and roll over to Toy Story Mania.

So I've heard.

I got in line for one of the FastPass machines. Because that’s what the Unofficial Guide told me to do. And, being the obedient slave that I am, I obey.

Somehow I didn't picutre that attribute.

By the time I actually had one in my hand, it is twenty freaking minutes after park opening. Yes. Twenty.

See, what I mean? I'll bet the guide never says to skip to the next line when yours is moving slow.

But, strangely enough, I’m feeling adventurous. I throw caution to the wind (not my FastPass – I wasn’t feeling THAT lucky) and jump into the TSM standby line. Sure, it goes against the touring plan. Sure, the world will probably implode from this random act of spontaneity inside a Disney park. But I am up for living dangerously, my friend. By now the TSM standby line is thirty minutes, but I didn’t care. I laugh at the wait time. Ha ha ha! I have all day for line waiting, may as well start now.

Way to fight the man Hucifer!

And my devil-may-care attitude pays off. I become The Chosen One. I am asked to hold the red card thingee. The cast member hands it to me and says, “With this card there is great responsibility.” But I tell him I accept, and proudly carry it into the building.

You do us proud.

The best part of the queue is Mr. Potato Head. The idiot in me thought that it was voiced by a live Don Rickles.

We went during EMH and he seemed to be on autopilot. Wasn't really interacting at all. Of course I'm sure he was tired. After all, he'd been on that podium for 18 hours without a break to the little tots room.

Then there’s a part in the line where a singles line forms and splits off from the masses. Did I mention it was near the end? What was the point of that? Anyway, I was able to leap ahead of about four people in line, so it was a real win for me, I guess.

Way to mojo!

Fruit bats come to mind.

Indeed.

Other than that, this is going to be a sit-back-and-enjoy-what’s-going-on-around-me kind of day.

Coming up: Part 2. Conversations with myself

What Glenn said.

 

[Cap'n Keel]

What’s left? Some new attractions, some thrill attractions.

That's also the way I feel about MGM. Little to do save the one roller coaster or Tower, and now the car show. Disagree on the Little Mermaid - love the lasers and water sprinkles, and the seashells. Sad day when they did away with the Hunchback show. It was a great musical show up there with Lion King. This is a park where it's fun to stop and smell the roses. The street shows are entertaining. The icee's/slushes, sold behind the shops that border the lake, are really good, with rum added of course.

 

[All7OfUs]

Hucifer, Hucifer, Hucifer... First, Middle and Last Names??

Oatmeal??!! That's right up there with bananas. Maybe even worse!

See? You coulda paid $60-$100 bucks for someone to massage that lotion onto you over at the GF, but free over not-so-creepy trumps every time.

Fanny packs are out? Really?

AI just sounds so stupid to me. It wasn't even on when we left the States, and frankly I just don't get it.

Is Dorma going drag?? or did Ozzy find a new venue?? or??? Maybe you need to be up close to get that too.

One time, in 3rd grade I was walking along in the corridor at my elementary school like that lady looking backwards. Knocked my front tooth nearly clean out as I turned around- too late! Hope this chick doesn't accidentally smack her noggin on a Streetmosphere-mobile.

20 minutes for a FiP?? I looked up that song you were referring to (Stormy Eyes or something) faster than that!

 

[Diamondintheruff]

That Murphy is a tricky little bugger.

Did I miss what time your Fast Pass was for?

 

[A&Bmama]

Fruit bats

Was you arm tired after TSMM?

 

[PrincessV]

After my shower, I had a dilemma. How do I apply sunscreen on my back by myself?

Welcome to my world! True, I do technically travel with another... but would you trust your 7yo boy with this task? Me neither. All I can offer is this: Yoga.

Why yes, they ARE real. And they’re fantastic.

Too easy.

I look ahead of me and I see a woman in a wheelchair who is wearing a Coke bottle cap pin on her shirt, which is almost better than my Hucifer one. Almost. Then I notice that every person in her group is wearing one, and they all show different sodas.

Ooo, was someone TAB?! I'd love to be TAB. Or Mr. Pibb.

It’s funny…all these people sprinted like cheetahs to a gazelle in order to get to this attraction, but as soon as you stick a FastPass machine in front of them, suddenly they are as bright as a 10-watt bulb

.
This description is so accurate, it's eerie!

What’s left?

Not much. I've come to loathe MGM. But someone (coughLeocough) insists on dragging me there for the Toy Story Death March at least once per trip.

Other than that, this is going to be a sit-back-and-enjoy-what’s-going-on-around-me kind of day.

MGM has some seriously good people-watching opportunities.

Coming up: Part 2. Conversations with myself

As opposed to with Lou?

 

[hucifer]

You were obviously beside yourself.

Obviously.

Seinfeld alert! Now don't tell me how many I've missed.

I had two references in that post. Keep looking. In fact, you even quoted it.

I should have noticed before this, how much that song describes you. What with all of the rainbow and smiles distribution.

Gosh you say the nicest things.

Just because you posted this Imagineers are scrapping their plans for a "Match Game" attraction. Thanks.

Now THAT would be cool!

How can she see where she's going?

Maybe she was equally in awe of the crowds behind us.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Aw shucks, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?

Are you still master of your domain?

Ummmm....no.

I've got a feeling that most of them are.

Yes, but this one was unintentional.

That's a tough one. You're a square patty in a round patty world.

It's hip to be square.

Here there and everywhere
Hip hip so hip to be square

You sure it wasn't from having strangers help with the sunscreen?

I was until you mentioned it.

It's not just you.

I am glad to read that. I was an avid AI watcher...until this season. By now it's so formula and contrived that I lost complete interest. So I'm super excited about watching it live in Disney World!

So I've heard.

It was ugly.

Somehow I didn't picutre that attribute.

Well, NORMALLY I don't obey. But the Guide is All Knowing and All Seeing and must be obeyed.

See, what I mean? I'll bet the guide never says to skip to the next line when yours is moving slow.

It wasn't that specific. Stupid Guide.

Way to fight the man Hucifer!

Somebody has to.

We went during EMH and he seemed to be on autopilot. Wasn't really interacting at all. Of course I'm sure he was tired. After all, he'd been on that podium for 18 hours without a break to the little tots room.

He really should join a union.

What Glenn said.

That is something people say a lot lately. That Glenn...he sure is the man, isn't he?

That's also the way I feel about MGM. Little to do save the one roller coaster or Tower, and now the car show. Disagree on the Little Mermaid - love the lasers and water sprinkles, and the seashells. Sad day when they did away with the Hunchback show. It was a great musical show up there with Lion King. This is a park where it's fun to stop and smell the roses. The street shows are entertaining. The icee's/slushes, sold behind the shops that border the lake, are really good, with rum added of course.

I missed the Hunchback show. I can see how you have an interest in the Mermaid, but she didn't impress me any. I might like her better if she didn't dump water on my head every five minutes.

Hucifer, Hucifer, Hucifer... First, Middle and Last Names??

No, just Hucifer. Like Madonna. Or Cher.

Oatmeal??!! That's right up there with bananas. Maybe even worse!

Yes, but it saved me lots of cash.

See? You coulda paid $60-$100 bucks for someone to massage that lotion onto you over at the GF.

I never even thought of that! NOW you tell me.

Fanny packs are out? Really?

So I've been told. Over and over and over again.

AI just sounds so stupid to me. It wasn't even on when we left the States, and frankly I just don't get it.

It would be a great idea if it was an actual TALENT show. But since the producers already know who they're putting through, it's become a big joke.

Is Dorma going drag?? or did Ozzy find a new venue?? or??? Maybe you need to be up close to get that too.

Dorma DOES look a little...androgynous. I wouldn't tell HER that, though.

One time, in 3rd grade I was walking along in the corridor at my elementary school like that lady looking backwards. Knocked my front tooth nearly clean out as I turned around- too late! Hope this chick doesn't accidentally smack her noggin on a Streetmosphere-mobile.

Ouch! This girl's got a seeing eye guide with her, so she should be able to get to her destination with all of her teeth intact.

20 minutes for a FiP?? I looked up that song you were referring to (Stormy Eyes or something) faster than that!

Did I mention how bad the lines for FP were? OMG.

That Murphy is a tricky little bugger.

Did I miss what time your Fast Pass was for?

Murphy likes to play tag with me from time to time. I didn't mention my FP time, but I think it was around 11am.

Fruit bats

Was you arm tired after TSMM?

Yes. Especially after that last scene. My arm got quite the workout.

Welcome to my world! True, I do technically travel with another... but would you trust your 7yo boy with this task? Me neither. All I can offer is this: Yoga.

I'll take a 7yo boy over nothing. I've done yoga, but I don't remember the "Applying Lotion On One's Own Back" move before.

Too easy.

Yeah, but you and Glenn totally missed the other one.

Ooo, was someone TAB?! I'd love to be TAB. Or Mr. Pibb.

I only remember popular sodas...like Coke and 7-Up. Wait, is 7-Up still popular?

This description is so accurate, it's eerie!

I know. Can't these people get BEHIND me?

Not much. I've come to loathe MGM. But someone (coughLeocough) insists on dragging me there for the Toy Story Death March at least once per trip.

Well, if it's for the little guy, it's all worth it.

MGM has some seriously good people-watching opportunities.

Hells yeah.

As opposed to with Lou?

Similar, but different.

 

[glennbo123]

I had two references in that post. Keep looking. In fact, you even quoted it.

"I am one lucky girl"?

No, just Hucifer. Like Madonna. Or Cher.

Or Glennbo.

 

[hucifer]

"I am one lucky girl"?

And you call yourself a Seinfeld fan.

Or Glennbo.

Just like that.

 

[glennbo123]

And you call yourself a Seinfeld fan.

Oh my gosh, it's a whole episode title! I don't think I've seen that one.

 

[__disneygirl]

Ahhh... solo trip memories. Isn't it so fun to just do whatever the heck you want?! I was so conflicted during my solo trip because I missed my family more than words can say, but I also was a kid in a candy store (if the candy store was the Best Place Ever).

I've never done rope drop at MGM, but I really want to so I can go wander the park alone while everyone else runs to TSM. I loved this installment, but I am looking forward to the next one even more because I love throwing the touring plans out the window and just taking it slow and enjoying it

I love your reports so much!! Can't wait for the next one. Oh, and PS.. I remember you buying that CM-style nametag from your last report, but remind me so I don't have to go digging: where'd ya get it? I would like people to sing songs as I walk by them! Thanks.

 

[hucifer]

Oh my gosh, it's a whole episode title! I don't think I've seen that one.

The Serenity Now! epsiode? Where George works for his dad to sell computers? I am shocked!

Ahhh... solo trip memories. Isn't it so fun to just do whatever the heck you want?! I was so conflicted during my solo trip because I missed my family more than words can say, but I also was a kid in a candy store (if the candy store was the Best Place Ever).

I hear ya. It was wonderful and wonderfully sad at the same time. I missed the poop out of my family, but loved the freedom of being alone. At first, the freedom beat out the loneliness. But by the last day, loneliness finally won out.

I've never done rope drop at MGM, but I really want to so I can go wander the park alone while everyone else runs to TSM. I loved this installment, but I am looking forward to the next one even more because I love throwing the touring plans out the window and just taking it slow and enjoying it

That's exactly what I did. Although I did do a few attractions, I really enjoyed the laid-back style of people-watching.

I love your reports so much!! Can't wait for the next one. Oh, and PS.. I remember you buying that CM-style nametag from your last report, but remind me so I don't have to go digging: where'd ya get it? I would like people to sing songs as I walk by them! Thanks.

Okay...this information will be revealed very soon...I promise! (And you're not going to like it.)

 

[hucifer]

Quoting 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.

Seems fitting as she blows off work to write it.

That's so true that it's almost sad.

Quoting A&Bmama: A Nice Dish……A Nicer Dish

Okay, you’re my new favorite poster for your creativity.

The highest honor that Lou can bestow upon you.

Quoting All7OfUs: We all know what happens when you hear a baby cry, and your lactating.

Somehow I don’t think I want to know.

You end up kind of engorged and wet. Not unlike...um...never mind.

Quoting you: So you're smarter than your posts?

God I hope so.

Me too.

Quoting you: Uh, excuse me sir…after I lift up my shirt, please rub your hands all over my naked back.

Why do you need sunscreen under your clothes?

Seriously, that is a great question.

Quoting you: I slip on my shirt and apply my Hucifer nametag to my solo front.

I can’t call geek on this because I have one too. Not one that says Hucifer, that would just be weird. It says Hucifer’s Imaginary Friend.

Mine says "(Also Goes By Lou)" under my name.

Quoting you: then sings: “And Hucifer has stormy eyes…”

Thank you for getting ‘60s schlock stuck in my head.

What's a schlock?

Quoting you: Unofficial Guide tour plan

You need a guide? Newbie.

I didn't NEED the guide. I simply gave myself another option.

Quoting you: Park Opening Madness, Exhibit A. Stuck in the middle of the madness.

Doesn’t look that bad. In fact it looks like they’re standing still.

They're just posing to look like they're standing still. We're talking professional tourists here.

Quoting you: That last screen, the one where you try to hit the target as many times as possible, well it’s…awkward. You keep pulling your hand back and forth really fast and it looks like…um…yeah.

Trying to figure out what you’re getting at here but I can’t quite put my finger on it so to speak.

Now THAT I find hard to believe. No pun intended.

Quoting you: I already did the Lame Movie Ride a few days ago, so I felt no compulsion to ride it again. I did not enjoy the Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast show enough to see it again, the Backlot Tour is so abbreviated now that it hardly is worth the trip to the other side of the park these days, I’m not really in a Lights! Motors! Action! kind! of! mood!, and I’ve seen that darn Indiana Jones (with and without a dying husband) show more times than I care to admit.

And you don’t like Mexico, or IASW and half of Mission Space etc. Why do you go? We make it a point to try to go on everything at least once and I mean everything. There is no such thing as a bad ride, just rides that aren’t as good as others.

Correction: I don't like the NEW Mexico ride. I DO like IASW (basically for nostalgic reasons). And I refuse to stand in line for a half an hour for a wimpy version of an awesome ride I can do via walk-on? What is the sense in that?

Quoting you: Coming up: Part 2. Conversations with myself

Quoting glennbo123456789: You were obviously beside yourself.

Which brings into question the validity of this whole solo trip thing. Can schizophrenics ever truly take a solo trip?

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

Quoting All7OfUs (1 at a time): AI just sounds so stupid to me. It wasn't even on when we left the States, and frankly I just don't get it.

I won’t watch the TV show (I believe that along with Facebook is responsible for the downfall of society) but I actually enjoy the show at MGM. Something about the production quality makes it work for me.

It is an enjoyable show. Totally kicks Sounds Dangerous' butt.

Quoting you: I might like her better if she didn't dump water on my head every five minutes.

We took my oldest when she was 4 and Little Mermaid was her favorite movie. She used to watch it over and over. So we had to take her. And after that little spray of water she would say on every other ride “Are we going to get wet?” We still say that to her now when we go and she’ll be 22 next month! So you see you just need to have certain memories to enjoy certain attractions in a different way.

I look forward to years of chastising Patrick.

 

[marvali]

Oh dearest Goddess of Trucking, I have been away for far too long and am just now trying to get all caught up!

I have no idea if "Hucifer" is misspelled.​

This guy is so sweet, I just want to hug him. And then I want to ask him how he knew how to spell “Hucifer.” Only Disney World employees will try to make you feel better when gently ejecting you from your seat.

I have some bad news for you.......he left the F out!

“David told me about you,” she says in that same wonderful Welsh accent.

Apparently not.....she still spoke to you!

“Well, you picked the park with the largest pedestrian acreage,” I say, a little bit of the Disney tour guide in me coming out. I’m telling you, there’s a whole lot of useless Disney trivia taking up valuable brain cells up there.

Oh, like that would require a huge amount of Disney trivia...... oh wait, maybe I'm talking about the snoozin' beauty you left on the curb earlier.

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.

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.

Oh yes, NOW we all understand it.......

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.

NOW we know where those brain cells went.....

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.”

 

[Normangirls]

Correction: I don't like the NEW Mexico ride.

What wrong with New Mexico? How about Arizona? Or do you just not like the entire southwest?


What is the sound of one hand clapping?

And... we're back to the last scene in theToy Story ride.

Good morning, Hucifer!

 

[hucifer]

Oh dearest Goddess of Trucking, I have been away for far too long and am just now trying to get all caught up!

Marvin! I was wondering where you've been. I've been so worried!

I have some bad news for you.......he left the F out!

Dammit!

Apparently not.....she still spoke to you!

Heeyyyyyyyyy...

Oh, like that would require a huge amount of Disney trivia...... oh wait, maybe I'm talking about the snoozin' beauty you left on the curb earlier.

That was just the tip of the iceberg of Disney knowledge, my friend. Of course, to fellow DISboard junkies, my knowledge is just par.

Oh yes, NOW we all understand it.......

What? So a nice looking gentleman happened to seated in front of me. What should I have done...shielded my eyes? Asked to be moved? Have him killed?

NOW we know where those brain cells went.....

A girl's gotta eat.

What wrong with New Mexico? How about Arizona? Or do you just not like the entire southwest?

No, just New Mexico. I have issues. We'll just leave it at that.

And... we're back to the last scene in the Toy Story ride.

So...did you give up on your own trip report? I've been waiting for like...ever. And stuff.

And good morning to you too!

 

[NMAmy]

I'm back! Had a great time--mostly nice weather and bearable crowds. And I missed not just one but TWO updates??

It’s a day chocked with nothing but Hucifer, Hucifer, Hucifer! I am one lucky girl.

Yeah, we get it. It's all about YOU.

Uh, excuse me sir…after I lift up my shirt, please rub your hands all over my naked back. It should only take a second, those trash cans can wait. Why yes, they ARE real. And they’re fantastic.

You should have tried to find that guy from Morocco.

“And Hucifer has stormy eyes…”

Seriously. The very first person to see my nametag serenades me. And now that I have that crappy song in your head, I’ll move along.

And no, my name tag doesn’t really say Hucifer. I’ll let you figure that one out all on your own.

I know, I know! And now that song is imbedded in my brain.

I’ve got my purse (not fanny pack),

Well done!

“I’m surprised Disney doesn’t sell them,” I said. “I would totally buy one.”

And I predict that her brother immediately high tailed it out of the park, made a bunch of bottle cap pins, and went straight to the Disney marketing gurus. A millionaire is born. In an exclusive interview, the pin maker stated, "It all started with a woman at MGM with a Hucifer imposter name tag. Thanks to her kind comments, I realized my dream of making pins for Disney World. Dreams do come true."

It’s funny…all these people sprinted like cheetahs to a gazelle in order to get to this attraction, but as soon as you stick a FastPass machine in front of them, suddenly they are as bright as a 10-watt bulb. They become confused, holding park passes and staring at the machines as if they are supposed to just spit out passes by telepathy.

I am no longer allowed to choose the line for fast passes. I got behind not just the woman whose daughter's ticket didn't scan correctly when entering the park (which involves receiving a special ticket to use for fast passes and WAY more explanation than a normal human being should need for its use) AND the woman with 27 of her closest friends' tickets to run through for fast passes. While she talked on the phone and arranged a meeting place with the other 27 people. DH thought I'd ditched him, I was gone so long.

But, strangely enough, I’m feeling adventurous. I throw caution to the wind (not my FastPass – I wasn’t feeling THAT lucky) and jump into the TSM standby line. Sure, it goes against the touring plan. Sure, the world will probably implode from this random act of spontaneity inside a Disney park.

I wasn't aware that this was against the UG rules. Of course, I can't follow the guidelines because I'm collecting fast passes for teenagers who sleep in. If I want to ride, I have to stand in line.

The cast member hands it to me and says, “With this card there is great responsibility.”

So don't lose it, buster.

You know what I mean. That last screen, the one where you try to hit the target as many times as possible, well it’s…awkward. You keep pulling your hand back and forth really fast and it looks like…um…yeah.

Fruit bats come to mind.

Well, now that you mention it. I hadn't thought about that before.

I already did the Lame Movie Ride a few days ago, so I felt no compulsion to ride it again. I did not enjoy the Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast show enough to see it again, the Backlot Tour is so abbreviated now that it hardly is worth the trip to the other side of the park these days, I’m not really in a Lights! Motors! Action! kind! of! mood!, and I’ve seen that darn Indiana Jones (with and without a dying husband) show more times than I care to admit. What’s left?

What IS left?? Isn't that pretty much everything in the park?