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

[hucifer]

It's much easier for me when Lou emails my shout outs to you. He read it--he knew about the artichokes. Love my new nickname, btw.

I keep pressuring him to e-mail you. I told him in the very least to read your TR because it's so dang funny. Looks like he half-listened to me.

Ok so, I followed (stalked) you from somewhere else. By now I have forgotten. I cheated my way through so far......the handy dandy links get an A+.

Ooh, I love stalkers! Welcome, Pyrate Pryncess! I think I know a certain Cap'n who might be interested in ya. Anyway, I'm thinking you followed me over from Jordanyosh's TR, but that's just a guess.

I freakin love you. Not in the "hey, lets leave our husbands and run away to an island somewhere" kind of way but, In the OMG you are my freaking IDOL way!

On the one hand, I'm kind of sad that you're not interested in me romantically. On the other, I'm not sure how much better it can get than being someone's idol. So I'm both sad and happy.

Reading this is amazing. I love your crude humor.

Crude. Adjective. Marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity.

Yep. That about sums it up.

It seems like I am reading some of my own thoughts minus the truck, transportation class.

Sis?

I've yet to have the pleasure of doing that. Don't feel sorry for me. Whats meant to be will be!

It was meant to be.

I was trying to take mental notes about what comments I wanted to make once I reached the end........sorry, Deadliest Catch came on and I pretty much forgot everything. I have the memory span of a goldfish!

Okay, that excuse will work for now. But I've got another update coming up, missy.

So, anywho....just wanted to tell you that you are cool-mazing.....yep, I invented that word! That is the highest of honors! (ive been told it'll never make it into the dictionary though )

Can't wait to read more.

And a big banana welcome for you, my newest reader...

Well at least those dark, dusty corners in the forgotten rooms have thrice lit candles and other shrine-ish things.

 

[hucifer]

I embark the Epcot bus and pull out my trusty notepad. Lots of things to write about today. It really was a full, fun, fantastic solo day. And it wasn’t even over yet. When the bus pulls away from the curb, I put my notepad away and look out the window.

Now here’s a funny thing. Jakie and I had many crazy adventures driving on Disney property this week. We got lost more times than I mentioned in this trip report. We saw a lot of signs, drove on a lot of road, and read a lot of maps. By the end of the week, by default, we were both fairly familiar with the roads. It really is true that getting lost is the best way to get to know a place, and that is especially applicable for us. Had we never got lost so many times, had I not gotten to know Disney property so well as a result, I probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to the route this bus driver is taking. But I now see through learned eyes. And those eyes confuse the crap out of me. I KNOW the route to Epcot from MGM. Heck, I’ve taken it a few times myself. It’s a fairly easy route because the two parks are very close to each other. But for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, the driver goes all the way up to World Drive (the opposite direction), through the Magic Kingdom toll area, up Vista Boulevard, and then back down Bonnet Creek Parkway. It’s like he completely forgot where he was headed when he started, and then had to backtrack his steps to get himself in the correct park. And for those in the know (like moi), this route made absolutely zero sense. Maybe he has to take this way to Epcot, I don’t know. But it seemed rather pointless to me.

Crazy, clueless, confused bus driver man drops us off at Epcot and I boogie my way to the Rose and Crown.

I approach the Rose and Crown podium and wait for the woman in front of me to check in. The friendly bloke behind the podium gives the woman her buzzer thingee and says it will be a few minutes. The woman looks at the buzzer and asks what it will do.

Now let’s think about this. The woman is American. She’s been handed a buzzer at a restaurant and is told to wait to be called. She wants to know what the buzzer is for. Is it me or…does this woman not get out much?

What is this strange contraption you give me, sir? I’m just a simple recluse who is not familiar with your modern world. Your futuristic illumination device frightens and confuses me.

“It will flash and buzz,” the cast member tells her. The woman takes the buzzer and steps away from the podium. I approach the gentleman and announce my royal presence. He hands me a buzzer too and, assuming that all of us Americans were unfamiliar with these items, says, “It will flash and buzz when you’re table is ready.”

“It flashes and buzzes?” I ask, as if shocked. It was my own little tribute to the woman in front of me.

“Yes,” he says, wondering why this concept was such a foreign one to us idiot Americans.

I wink at him. “Just messing with you,” I said, taking the buzzer.

“Where did you get that?” he asks, nodding at my Hucifer badge.

“At MGM about four years ago. Apparently they don’t sell them anymore.”

“Oh, you’re not a cast member?”

This, coming from a cast member. It floors me. Four years ago these badges wouldn’t fool anyone except an occasional tourist. These days, even cast members are fooled. In fact, by the time I stand at the Rose and Crown podium on this trip, he becomes the third cast member to assume that I was one of them.

I take my strange futuristic lighting contraption and sit down on a bench. Moments later it’s flashing and buzzing. I throw it at the cast member like it freaks me out and complain that it was flashing and buzzing at me. Then I’m seated at a table outside that has a nice lagoon view.

I’ve never eaten at the Rose and Crown before. I was all set on ordering the vegetarian shepherds pie, but those fish and chips are calling my name. So is a lager. I’m not much of a drinker, but it sounds so good on a hot evening like this one. Plus, I have a designated driver tonight. I’m happy to report that the beer pleased my palate. But the fish and chips…meh. They were okay. My mom and sister have been raving about them for years so I may have been expecting too much. I probably would have been happier with the shepherds pie.

I see a lot of amber-colored foodstuff in my future. Nary a vegetable in sight. Ketchup doesn't count, so don't be a smart-butt.​

Considering that I started drinking the lager on an empty stomach, and considering that I rarely ever drink alcohol of any sort, I must admit that I’m feeling pretty buzzed by the time that my food arrived. Meanwhile I’m getting a text from Tim, wondering if I wanted to join him and his sons that evening. I hope that in my less-than-sober state I texted coherently back to him. I thank him for his offer, but a dip in the pool is what is striking my fancy that evening. At least, that is what I intended to type.

I haven’t swam (swum?) in a WDW resort pool since…um…I was nine. That’s like forever. So this is practically a first for me. I paid the waitress for my meal and drunkenly staggered my way back to the bus stop. Or I may have strutted like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. One of the two. Maybe both. By the time I get all the way back there (my god that is a long walk), my buzz is pretty much gone and I’m ditching the Saturday Night strut for a regular fake cast member walk.

Somewhere between the giant golf ball and the bus stops, it starts raining. You see, faithful reader, that is why I drag this Disney shopping bag with me. To carry park essentials such as park maps and ponchos. No souvenirs though. I’m not much of a shopper. Yes it’s true, we do exist: women who don’t like to shop. We’re a rare breed. Unlike the ubiquitous shopping variety, we don’t travel in packs and we’re not easy to find. We blend in with our natural surroundings very well and usually hunt alone.

So I pull out my poncho and my fake cast member walk has turned into The Tourist Scurry: it’s a walk/run hybrid, really. My poncho is pretty wet by the time I get to the bus stop, but the turnstiles are under a roof, so I don’t have to wait while my head is in a perpetual subservient prayer position. Which is always nice. No neck strain. But, you know how it goes…while you stand and watch every empty bus arrive at every other empty bus stop while yours is filling up with wet, tired tourists, it gets a little aggravating. The POFQ bus stop had about 40 people in it – more than any other stop – and we’re still seeing busses pulling up to empty turnstiles. Quite irritating.

But all is forgiven the moment that beautiful bus driver opens his bus doors. Except that air conditioning + wet poncho = shivering Hucifer. Yuck. Not happy.



Coming up: Part 6. Why you should never leave me in a pool alone with your children

 

[All7OfUs]

Were you feeling one with the thing that flashes AND buzzes this evening?? Just wondering....

 

[marvali]

YES, I have so been waiting for this installment to whet my Solo TR from the Goddess of Trucking appetite!

I embark the Epcot bus and pull out my trusty notepad.

Much the same way as I pull out my trusty slide rule I'm guessin'

But for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, the driver goes all the way up to World Drive (the opposite direction), through the Magic Kingdom toll area, up Vista Boulevard, and then back down Bonnet Creek Parkway. It’s like he completely forgot where he was headed when he started, and then had to backtrack his steps to get himself in the correct park. And for those in the know (like moi), this route made absolutely zero sense.

You mean this ISN'T the way to Epcot from DHS? I'm pretty sure I've taken that route before.....

I approach the Rose and Crown podium and wait for the woman in front of me to check in. The friendly bloke behind the podium gives the woman her buzzer thingee and says it will be a few minutes. The woman looks at the buzzer and asks what it will do.

Now let’s think about this. The woman is American. She’s been handed a buzzer at a restaurant and is told to wait to be called. She wants to know what the buzzer is for. Is it me or…does this woman not get out much?

Hey cut her some slack. Maybe she is on her first solo trip........ without the aid of her doctor????

I approach the gentleman and announce my royal presence.

Ah yes, the Goddess of Trucking is in his midst. I assume he gave the proper and appropriate bow. He WAS in the presence of royalty after all.....

He hands me a buzzer too and, assuming that all of us Americans were unfamiliar with these items, says, “It will flash and buzz when you’re table is ready.”

“It flashes and buzzes?” I ask, as if shocked.

That would have been my question....

“Where did you get that?” he asks, nodding at my Hucifer badge.

“At MGM about four years ago. Apparently they don’t sell them anymore.”

“Oh, you’re not a cast member?”

Ah, must be why he didn't pick up on your being royalty!

I’ve never eaten at the Rose and Crown before. I was all set on ordering the vegetarian shepherds pie, but those fish and chips are calling my name. So is a lager.

Uh oh. Naked and drinking is not a good mix. I hope Russell doesn't show up!

I’m happy to report that the beer pleased my palate. But the fish and chips…meh. They were okay. My mom and sister have been raving about them for years so I may have been expecting too much. I probably would have been happier with the shepherds pie.

Never eaten at the Rose and Crown itself, but we have had the Fish and Chips at the CS beside it. They were fresh and very good! I have heard the one's you get in the R&C aren't as good

Considering that I started drinking the lager on an empty stomach, and considering that I rarely ever drink alcohol of any sort....

I haven’t swam (swum?) in a WDW resort pool since…um…I was nine. That’s like forever.

You mean they HAD pools when you were nine?? I'm just askin'......

You see, faithful reader, that is why I drag this Disney shopping bag with me. To carry park essentials such as park maps and ponchos. No souvenirs though. I’m not much of a shopper. Yes it’s true, we do exist: women who don’t like to shop. We’re a rare breed. Unlike the ubiquitous shopping variety, we don’t travel in packs and we’re not easy to find. We blend in with our natural surroundings very well and usually hunt alone.

You mean that ISN'T an urban myth?????

But all is forgiven the moment that beautiful bus driver opens his bus doors. Except that air conditioning + wet poncho = shivering Hucifer.

Now I REALLY hope Russell doesn't show up......

Yuck. Not happy.

Been there! Definitely no fun!

Coming up: Part 6. Why you should never leave me in a pool alone with your children

Like any of us would actually consider THAT.........

 

[NMAmy]

Had we never got lost so many times, had I not gotten to know Disney property so well as a result, I probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to the route this bus driver is taking. But I now see through learned eyes. And those eyes confuse the crap out of me.

Me, too. Because the bigger question here is: WHY would you take a bus from MGM to Epcot, especially when your destination is the Rose & Crown? There's a perfectly good boat that goes from MGM to the International Gateway--eliminating any walking through Future World and depositing you just a few steps from the Rose & Crown. Oh, and the boat never takes a weird route.

Is it me or…does this woman not get out much?

My guess is no, she doesn't.

What is this strange contraption you give me, sir? I’m just a simple recluse who is not familiar with your modern world. Your futuristic illumination device frightens and confuses me.

“It flashes and buzzes?” I ask, as if shocked. It was my own little tribute to the woman in front of me.

“Yes,” he says, wondering why this concept was such a foreign one to us idiot Americans.

Poor guy.

This, coming from a cast member. It floors me. Four years ago these badges wouldn’t fool anyone except an occasional tourist. These days, even cast members are fooled. In fact, by the time I stand at the Rose and Crown podium on this trip, he becomes the third cast member to assume that I was one of them.

You should have played along and gotten one of them to show you some CM secret stuff. Like the launch codes for Mission Space.

I’ve never eaten at the Rose and Crown before. I was all set on ordering the vegetarian shepherds pie, but those fish and chips are calling my name. So is a lager. I’m not much of a drinker, but it sounds so good on a hot evening like this one. Plus, I have a designated driver tonight. I’m happy to report that the beer pleased my palate. But the fish and chips…meh. They were okay. My mom and sister have been raving about them for years so I may have been expecting too much. I probably would have been happier with the shepherds pie.

Caitlin had the same dilemma (minus the beer) and felt the same way you did. I did have a Harp so we had our beer requirement filled. Okay, I had two.

I see a lot of amber-colored foodstuff in my future. Nary a vegetable in sight. Ketchup doesn't count, so don't be a smart-butt.

How about potatoes? Do they count?

I haven’t swam (swum?) in a WDW resort pool since…um…I was nine. That’s like forever.

I have never, ever swam (swum) at a WDW resort. I can swim, I just choose not to.

I paid the waitress for my meal and drunkenly staggered my way back to the bus stop. Or I may have strutted like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. One of the two. Maybe both.

It's usually a fair assumption that if it's a choice between the two--it was a drunken stagger.

You see, faithful reader, that is why I drag this Disney shopping bag with me. To carry park essentials such as park maps and ponchos.

Our own little girl scout.

No souvenirs though. I’m not much of a shopper. Yes it’s true, we do exist: women who don’t like to shop. We’re a rare breed. Unlike the ubiquitous shopping variety, we don’t travel in packs and we’re not easy to find. We blend in with our natural surroundings very well and usually hunt alone.

I'm not a shopper, either. DD forces me from time to time but it's not really my thing. That's why I've become a devotee of online shopping. Plus, I don't have to talk to anyone.

Coming up: Part 6. Why you should never leave me in a pool alone with your children

Could be funny or could be scary. I'm betting funny.

Great update, pal!

 

[Pyrate_Pryncess]

Ooh, I love stalkers! Welcome, Pyrate Pryncess! I think I know a certain Cap'n who might be interested in ya. Anyway, I'm thinking you followed me over from Jordanyosh's TR, but that's just a guess.


Okay, that excuse will work for now. But I've got another update coming up, missy.

Yep, I think thats where I'm stalking you from! And Don't call me Missy....that's my sister! hehehe.

Now here’s a funny thing. Jakie and I had many crazy adventures driving on Disney property this week. We got lost more times than I mentioned in this trip report. We saw a lot of signs, drove on a lot of road, and read a lot of maps. By the end of the week, by default, we were both fairly familiar with the roads. It really is true that getting lost is the best way to get to know a place, and that is especially applicable for us. Had we never got lost so many times, had I not gotten to know Disney property so well as a result, I probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to the route this bus driver is taking. But I now see through learned eyes. And those eyes confuse the crap out of me. I KNOW the route to Epcot from MGM. Heck, I’ve taken it a few times myself. It’s a fairly easy route because the two parks are very close to each other. But for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, the driver goes all the way up to World Drive (the opposite direction), through the Magic Kingdom toll area, up Vista Boulevard, and then back down Bonnet Creek Parkway. It’s like he completely forgot where he was headed when he started, and then had to backtrack his steps to get himself in the correct park. And for those in the know (like moi), this route made absolutely zero sense. Maybe he has to take this way to Epcot, I don’t know. But it seemed rather pointless to me.



Now let’s think about this. The woman is American. She’s been handed a buzzer at a restaurant and is told to wait to be called. She wants to know what the buzzer is for. Is it me or…does this woman not get out much?

What is this strange contraption you give me, sir? I’m just a simple recluse who is not familiar with your modern world. Your futuristic illumination device frightens and confuses me.

I paid the waitress for my meal and drunkenly staggered my way back to the bus stop. Or I may have strutted like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. One of the two. Maybe both.

Somewhere between the giant golf ball and the bus stops, it starts raining.

My sister-in-law (former snooty castmate) said that they have to take different routes. I guess to keep bus traffic from backing up into a traffic jam. who knows?!?!

Funny thing about the Buzzers. We went to Olive Garden one night and after we added our names to the list they said a 3 hour wait.....ummmm are you crazy? We decided to head over to a car dealership while we were waiting. We drove about 3 blocks and were about 1/2 block away from the dealership when our psychotic buzzer started singing the loudest most obnoxious song ever. I guess we had driven out of its range. Well, during the 3.5 block journey we had seen another place to eat that had no wait at all! Being the bitter soul that I am decided to not return the buzzer from hell. Let me tell you, it sang that stinking ear bleeding song for 4 days until it died........then we returned it!

I can totally see the walk/strut......I bet it was epic!

Funny that you call it a golf ball. I call it the "Giant ball of Doom". I refuse to stand under it cause I can close my eyes and see it come crashing down on me then rolling its way over countless gawkers.

 

[WDWisOurHappyPlace]

:

Hucifer is what I called my parakeet Hue whenever she was in her evil moods (which was often because, let's face it, she was female). And no, it doesn't remotely remind anyone of WDW. I like to mix it up around here.

The name Hucifer fits you well.

:Like O.M.G. We were TOTALLY there at the same time. I was there July 14-22. And you didn't look for me? You couldn't miss me. I was the only person NOT carrying a Mickey-balloon-in-a-balloon balloon, I was (sometimes) by myself, and I am smoking hot. Ring a bell?

Balloons should come with park tickets. I was not looking for a smoking hot woman, but I did see a smoking hot man walking around Morocco.

ffffft! Amateur.

You can now move my rank from amateur up to pro, notice my yellow boxes? (Thanks to Madam Artichoke.)

 

[WDWisOurHappyPlace]

But for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, the driver goes all the way up to World Drive (the opposite direction), through the Magic Kingdom toll area, up Vista Boulevard, and then back down Bonnet Creek Parkway.

It's called traffic control. I hate traffic control on Disney buses. One of the reasons we like to drive to the parks.

Now let’s think about this. The woman is American. She’s been handed a buzzer at a restaurant and is told to wait to be called. She wants to know what the buzzer is for. Is it me or…does this woman not get out much?

A buzzer is something we have to learn about, it's not innate. Like yellow boxes.

This, coming from a cast member. It floors me. Four years ago these badges wouldn’t fool anyone except an occasional tourist. These days, even cast members are fooled. In fact, by the time I stand at the Rose and Crown podium on this trip, he becomes the third cast member to assume that I was one of them.

You know, your badge may get you to the front of lines better than fast passes.

I’ve never eaten at the Rose and Crown before. I was all set on ordering the vegetarian shepherds pie, but those fish and chips are calling my name.

Did they call you Wendy or Hucifer? I agree about the fish, it's eh.

Looking forward to Part 6......

 

[MommyPoppins]

Me, too. Because the bigger question here is: WHY would you take a bus from MGM to Epcot, especially when your destination is the Rose & Crown? There's a perfectly good boat that goes from MGM to the International Gateway--eliminating any walking through Future World and depositing you just a few steps from the Rose & Crown. Oh, and the boat never takes a weird route.

Yes, this was my question too. The thing more strange than the bus drivers route is YOUR route.

Even if you had walked from MGM to Epcot it would have been faster.

 

[NMAmy]

Yes, this was my question too. The thing more strange than the bus drivers route is YOUR route.

Even if you had walked from MGM to Epcot it would have been faster.

We totally need to rescind her fake CM badge.

 

[A&Bmama]

Considering that I started drinking the lager on an empty stomach, and considering that I rarely ever drink alcohol of any sort, I must admit that I’m feeling pretty buzzed

Ah I see, like me, you're a lightweight.

Somewhere between the giant golf ball and the bus stops, it starts raining. You see, faithful reader, that is why I drag this Disney shopping bag with me. To carry park essentials such as park maps and ponchos.

Oh how I wish I could leave that dang park bag home. Would be so free to travel without it.

No souvenirs though. I’m not much of a shopper. Yes it’s true, we do exist: women who don’t like to shop. We’re a rare breed. Unlike the ubiquitous shopping variety, we don’t travel in packs and we’re not easy to find. We blend in with our natural surroundings very well and usually hunt alone.

You're preachin' to the choir girl...preachin' to the choir.

One of friends used to be horrified to hear that I went shopping alone. She would allways say "You should have called me. I would have come with you!" But you and I both know that's precisely the reason I didn't call...

Why you should never leave me in a pool alone with your children

OMG what did you do? You know there is no skinny dipping at Disney don't you. Don't you?...Don't you???

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

I embark the Epcot bus and pull out my trusty notepad. Lots of things to write about today.

I have to hand it to you. My trusty notepad goes the way of the dodo sometime around day 3 or 4. Best laid plans and all that...

I paid the waitress for my meal and drunkenly staggered my way back to the bus stop. Or I may have strutted like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. One of the two. Maybe both.

You struggered. Or perhaps statted. I like the former, I think. I don't do either when I drink. I usually just fall.

Except that air conditioning + wet poncho = shivering Hucifer. Yuck. Not happy.

Reason Numero Uno I consider packing a heavy jacket, scarf and mittens for my trips. Rain + Disney Bus = Training for a polar expedition

 

[hucifer]

Were you feeling one with the thing that flashes AND buzzes this evening?? Just wondering....

Well, this WAS a solo trip after all.

You mean this ISN'T the way to Epcot from DHS? I'm pretty sure I've taken that route before.....

Not the most direct route, I found out.

Hey cut her some slack. Maybe she is on her first solo trip........ without the aid of her doctor????

Or medications.

Ah yes, the Goddess of Trucking is in his midst. I assume he gave the proper and appropriate bow. He WAS in the presence of royalty after all.

That's right. Clearly he didn't know who he was talking to.

Uh oh. Naked and drinking is not a good mix. I hope Russell doesn't show up!

You and me both.

Never eaten at the Rose and Crown itself, but we have had the Fish and Chips at the CS beside it. They were fresh and very good! I have heard the one's you get in the R&C aren't as good

That would explain it. My mom and sister rave about the CS fish and chips.

You mean they HAD pools when you were nine?? I'm just askin'...

...for a kick in the rear?

You mean that ISN'T an urban myth?????

We do exist! Along with Big Foot.

Like any of us would actually consider THAT.

True, true.

Me, too. Because the bigger question here is: WHY would you take a bus from MGM to Epcot, especially when your destination is the Rose & Crown? There's a perfectly good boat that goes from MGM to the International Gateway--eliminating any walking through Future World and depositing you just a few steps from the Rose & Crown. Oh, and the boat never takes a weird route.

Umm...because I...didn't know...hee hee...

Recognize where the quote is from? Internet searching is cheating, btw.

Poor guy.

He clearly was no match for me.

You should have played along and gotten one of them to show you some CM secret stuff. Like the launch codes for Mission Space.

Ooh, you have an evil mind! I like it.

Caitlin had the same dilemma (minus the beer) and felt the same way you did. I did have a Harp so we had our beer requirement filled. Okay, I had two.

My beer was better than the meal. And that's VERY unusual for me to say.

How about potatoes? Do they count?

No! They're a starch! I cannot believe you even said that.

I have never, ever swam (swum) at a WDW resort. I can swim, I just choose not to.

Not a big swimming fan?

It's usually a fair assumption that if it's a choice between the two--it was a drunken stagger.

Most likely.

I'm not a shopper, either. DD forces me from time to time but it's not really my thing. That's why I've become a devotee of online shopping. Plus, I don't have to talk to anyone.

We're more alike than I realized. Except for your whole weird I-don't-like-to-talk-to-people thing.

Could be funny or could be scary. I'm betting funny.

You'd bet wrong.

My sister-in-law (former snooty castmate) said that they have to take different routes. I guess to keep bus traffic from backing up into a traffic jam. who knows?!?!

Ah, that makes sense actually. Thanks!

Funny thing about the Buzzers. We went to Olive Garden one night and after we added our names to the list they said a 3 hour wait.....ummmm are you crazy? We decided to head over to a car dealership while we were waiting. We drove about 3 blocks and were about 1/2 block away from the dealership when our psychotic buzzer started singing the loudest most obnoxious song ever. I guess we had driven out of its range. Well, during the 3.5 block journey we had seen another place to eat that had no wait at all! Being the bitter soul that I am decided to not return the buzzer from hell. Let me tell you, it sang that stinking ear bleeding song for 4 days until it died........then we returned it!

And then you were imposed with a lifetime ban from said restaurant?

I can totally see the walk/strut......I bet it was epic!

Since I was alone, we can only guess at this point.

Funny that you call it a golf ball. I call it the "Giant ball of Doom". I refuse to stand under it cause I can close my eyes and see it come crashing down on me then rolling its way over countless gawkers.

Okay, that's just weird.

The name Hucifer fits you well.

Gosh......thanks.
[blushes and kicks rock with toe]

Balloons should come with park tickets. I was not looking for a smoking hot woman, but I did see a smoking hot man walking around Morocco.

Mmmmm....he WAS hot, wasn't he?

You can now move my rank from amateur up to pro, notice my yellow boxes? (Thanks to Madam Artichoke.)

Madam Artichoke...I love that nickname.

And yes! I'm very, very, very, very, very proud of you.

It's called traffic control. I hate traffic control on Disney buses. One of the reasons we like to drive to the parks.

You readers are like the most informative people, I swear. Thanks so much for the info!

A buzzer is something we have to learn about, it's not innate. Like yellow boxes.

Gosh, it took me one time of use to figure out the buzzers. Now little yellow boxes on the other hand....those took a few years for me to figure out.

You know, your badge may get you to the front of lines better than fast passes.

Also good to know.

Did they call you Wendy or Hucifer?

They called me "Hot solo woman with no Mickey balloon."

Even if you had walked from MGM to Epcot it would have been faster.

I have so much to learn, master.

We totally need to rescind her fake CM badge.

I learned my lesson! Honest! I'll be good! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?

Ah I see, like me, you're a lightweight.

The curse of the nondrinker.

Oh how I wish I could leave that dang park bag home. Would be so free to travel without it.

I know! I prefer to walk around without stuff in my hands. Maybe I should have just pushed a stroller with my poncho in it instead.

You're preachin' to the choir girl...preachin' to the choir.

One of friends used to be horrified to hear that I went shopping alone. She would allways say "You should have called me. I would have come with you!" But you and I both know that's precisely the reason I didn't call...

You mean, there's a lot more of you out there? I thought I was the only one, and then Amy says that she is too. And then I thought we were the only two, and you pipe in and say that you are too. I was right...we ARE hard to find.

OMG what did you do? You know there is no skinny dipping at Disney don't you. Don't you?...Don't you???

Oh silly, of COURSE I know that WDW frowns upon nude sunbathing. Wait, you DID mean sunbathing, right?

I have to hand it to you. My trusty notepad goes the way of the dodo sometime around day 3 or 4. Best laid plans and all that...

I would never have 90-page trip reports if I gave up on Day 3.

You struggered. Or perhaps statted. I like the former, I think. I don't do either when I drink. I usually just fall.

I don't have a drinking problem. I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem!

Reason Numero Uno I consider packing a heavy jacket, scarf and mittens for my trips. Rain + Disney Bus = Training for a polar expedition

No kidding! Those busses are FREEZING.

 

[All7OfUs]

Just seemed like it wasn't the only thing flashing and buzzing.

 

[PrincessV]

I embark the Epcot bus

Yes, I know this has already been covered... I think it requires further hammering on... WHY are you taking a bus from MGM to EP?!?!

By the end of the week, by default, we were both fairly familiar with the roads.

Ah, now I see - familiar with the roads, not the waterways.

“Oh, you’re not a cast member?”

Amazing!

Then I’m seated at a table outside that has a nice lagoon view.

My favorite seat in the R&C house!

I’m not much of a shopper. Yes it’s true, we do exist: women who don’t like to shop.

I'll attest. Not that I don't enjoy getting things - I just don't like having to actually shop for them. Shopping for no good reason is never, ever in my Plan.

Uh oh. Naked and drinking is not a good mix. I hope Russell doesn't show up!

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

I embark the Epcot bus and pull out my trusty notepad.

Riding a bus and taking notes…..you don’t get much cooler than that.

It really is true that getting lost is the best way to get to know a place

You've always struck me as a “glass half-full” kind of person.

What is this strange contraption you give me, sir? I’m just a simple recluse who is not familiar with your modern world. Your futuristic illumination device frightens and confuses me.

Do I detect a hint of “Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer”? When I see my image on the security camera at the country club, I wonder, are they stealing my soul? I get so upset...

“Where did you get that?” he asks, nodding at my Hucifer badge.

Uh,oh….busted. “We’ve got a code blue at the Rose & Crown….this is not a drill people.”

I paid the waitress for my meal and drunkenly staggered my way back to the bus stop.

So….it’s like what….noon? Nice.

You see, faithful reader, that is why I drag this Disney shopping bag with me. To carry park essentials such as park maps and ponchos.

Ponchos plural? How many ponchos have ya got in there? There is a fine line between “prepared” and “wacko”....and you're living on the edge.

My poncho is pretty wet by the time I get to the bus stop,

Maybe you should just break out a fresh one…sounds like you've got plenty.

 

[hucifer]

Just seemed like it wasn't the only thing flashing and buzzing.

Yes, I know this has already been covered... I think it requires further hammering on... WHY are you taking a bus from MGM to EP?!?!

[cowers in corner]

Stop the beating! I can't take it anymore!

Ah, now I see - familiar with the roads, not the waterways.

[wearily stands up and timidly looks around]

Is it over? Are you done now?

I'll attest. Not that I don't enjoy getting things - I just don't like having to actually shop for them. Shopping for no good reason is never, ever in my Plan.

There's even MORE of us??? My goodness, I thought that I was just about the only one out there. Maybe we should start a club.

Riding a bus and taking notes…..you don’t get much cooler than that.

Are you taking notes?

You've always struck me as a “glass half-full” kind of person.

You better, or I'll beat you otherwise.

Do I detect a hint of “Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer”? When I see my image on the security camera at the country club, I wonder, are they stealing my soul? I get so upset...

Ding ding ding! We have a winner! I KNEW someone out there would pick up on my obscure Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer reference.

So….it’s like what….noon? Nice.

I realize that this TR is dragging out and that you're losing reference of the time of day and all, but it's dinner time.

Ponchos plural? How many ponchos have ya got in there? There is a fine line between “prepared” and “wacko”....and you're living on the edge.

You know what I like about you, PPA? You don't miss a thing. No wait...maybe that's what I DON'T like about you...

Maybe you should just break out a fresh one…sounds like you've got plenty.

Just in case Moroccan Man decided to ditch his wife and join me.

 

[creativeamanda]

Oh---my heavens! That was exactly what I needed for a Friday bleary-eyed morning! The situation with the buzzer was too funny! I guess us Yanks look stupod or something, lol.

But a castmember not even recogizing that the tag was not a castmember badge? Who is the one not really paying attention?

That was absolutely hilarious. I wonder what you have in mind for the pool.

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

Ding ding ding! We have a winner! I KNEW someone out there would pick up on my obscure Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer reference.

You know what I like about you, PPA? You don't miss a thing. No wait...maybe that's what I DON'T like about you...

Sometimes....you've got to take the good with the bad.....just be thankful you only have to deal with me in small doses.

I realize that this TR is dragging out and that you're losing reference of the time of day and all, but it's dinner time.

Ooops....I've been sick and it's affecting my comprehension skills. If it was dinner time....as you contend....then your drunk and disorderly conduct was perfectly acceptable....and I shouldn't have judged you so harshly.

 

[hucifer]

But a castmember not even recogizing that the tag was not a castmember badge? Who is the one not really paying attention?

That's what I was wondering.

That was absolutely hilarious. I wonder what you have in mind for the pool.

It isn't pretty.

Sometimes....you've got to take the good with the bad.....just be thankful you only have to deal with me in small doses.

Okay.

Ooops....I've been sick and it's affecting my comprehension skills. If it was dinner time....as you contend....then your drunk and disorderly conduct was perfectly acceptable....and I shouldn't have judged you so harshly.

I got nuthin' but love for you, PPA.