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

[mmeb144]

Well then, here we go, with scarf and presumed nakedness:

 

[glennbo123]

Well then, here we go, with scarf and presumed nakedness:

Great job! I love the barely-noticeable flesh-tone of the neck and shoulders.

 

[Pollito916]

that new siggie pic of your DS is freakin adorable! He looks so grown up!

 

[susanc]

Just read your trip report...hilarious! Sad it took so long for me to find but super excited to follow along for the rest of the journey!

 

[hucifer]

What, no scarf?

I wasn't in the mood for clothes today.

"On the disco <unintelligible lyric> oh yeah."

I always thought the line was "On the disco uh huh...ooh yeah."

I am so with you on this one. When I'm waiting for a Disney bus and a person on an ECV joins the line, I'm torn between feeling sorry for them and exclaiming a major "DOH!". I know it's going to add another 10 minutes.

...and a collective groan fell over the bus line.

Wow! After seeing your self portrait... we look (almost) exactly alike!! I can't believe the resemblance!!! Holy cow! The biggest difference is that I am in blue ink and you're black ink...

Oh, are you super hot then too?

As far as the ECVs... They should have to get into the line and wait their turn. The last time my DH and I were at MK... there were a couple of ECVs that came as the bus pulled up and they got on immediately! Those 2 ladies on ECVs not only took up 8 seats with their vehicles... they got OFF the vehicles and took 2 more seats! That's 10... count them... 10 seats! They LAUGHED (literally) at us outside waiting. Needless to say, we had to wait for 2 more buses before we got on one.

Okay, that's not right. Seriously...laughing at you guys? That's classy.

Where did you happen to find the "cheap" lockers???

At the YMCA?

They call that humidity where I come from.

There was certainly no lack of that.

Not 100% certain, but I'm betting there's a clue in there somewhere.

I didn't say I couldn't figure out WHY my feet hurt.

Are you supposed to rate them an "A" or a "C" instead???

Hmmm...good question. Unfortunately, I don't have the answer. All I know is it's never "B."

We already had this discussion about pictures taken BY glennbo, and those taken by others.

On another thread, sure. But here it's fresh territory.

It is actually

I LOVE the nightlife, I got to boogie, on the disco 'round, oh yeah.

You mean I've been singing it wrong for 30 years?

HOLY CRAP that made me sound old.

Hey Hucifer! Nifty update!

Why thank you.

You photo turned out real nice. Just like I always pictured you. I'm sure the surprised look on the face of those folks coming down Splash might have had more to do with seeing a live stick figure on the bridge than with getting wet.

I do tend to freak people out. It's a gift and a curse.

I KNOW! I'm like you - I frequently offer to take pics of families, solo travelers, couples, you name it. Only once in 20 years has a stranger offered to do the same for me.

Seriously, what is up with that? Actually, many people have offered for me and Dan together, but I didn't get one offer when I was solo. Weird.

Ooo, it is!

Yes, it's pretty. I just wish it tasted as good as it looked. Not that it was BAD per se, but it just didn't tickle my fancy pants.

Darn! Darn, darn, darn. I'm all worked up because Jiko is one of the few WDW eateries left that I still love! I'm sad that that didn't blow you away.

It's my second meal there. Neither entree was awesome, but I've had their soup and salad courses and was definitely WOWed.

Okay, you need to come back to my TR. What a difference a year makes! Or maybe it was just the day. All I know is I got talked into a July MK EMH one night and it wasn't bad at all! I was so surprised!

Holy cow! I'm missing your TR??? Why didn't you tell me?????

Alright, I'm heading over there shortly...

Actually, this was a very important piece of wisdom I received on my wedding day, while ancily waiting for the ceremony to start: pee backwards. Turns out it makes it makes it much easier to keep your wedding dress out of the way! But I assume the woman in the stall next to yours wasn't wearing a wedding gown?

You assume correctly.
I like your wedding-day urination advice. Not that I'm going to need it again.

And c'mon, hucifer, don't sell yourself short. Weren't you dressed up a bit, for the AKL nightlife and all? Here's how I picture you, with a little more flair appropriate to the occasion:

Okay, the ONLY problem with that update is that I wasn't wearing blue eyeshadow. I mean, blue eyeshadow with black beady eyes? Come on!

Everything else, however, is spot on. Except for the scarf, of course.

Isn't there a women's forum where this kind of information can be dispensed (and avoided by men)?

You should be used to TMI stuff being said on this thread. I'm actually quite shocked that you're so surprised.

Well then, here we go, with scarf and presumed nakedness:

Better...except for the eyeshadow.
Seriously, though. You have a real gift for capturing my character. I think you should consider changing careers.

 

[marvali]

I always thought the line was "On the disco uh huh...ooh yeah."

That's exactly what I thought it was......until I looked it up!

You mean I've been singing it wrong for 30 years?

HOLY CRAP that made me sound old.

Yeah, I was in that club too, unless.................

Maybe all those people who submitted the lyrics are wrong. Two great minds like ours coming up with the same thing....... That has to be it!!!


BTW, I would be old today, but when my son was born on this day 18 years ago, I turned it over to him and haven't had a birthday since.... Better go change my siggie while I'm thinking about it. At my age, I might........ what was I talking about???

 

[hucifer]

that new siggie pic of your DS is freakin adorable! He looks so grown up!

Somebody noticed! Thanks Pollito!!!

Isn't he adorable?

Just read your trip report...hilarious! Sad it took so long for me to find but super excited to follow along for the rest of the journey!

Glad to have you here Susan! Especially if you're full of praise. Those are the replies I like best.

 

[hucifer]

Marvin, the ultimate ninja poster strikes again...

That's exactly what I thought it was......until I looked it up!

So I'm not alone in my little world...that's good to know.

Maybe all those people who submitted the lyrics are wrong. Two great minds like ours coming up with the same thing....... That has to be it!!!

That's more than likely.

BTW, I would be old today, but when my son was born on this day 18 years ago, I turned it over to him and haven't had a birthday since.... Better go change my siggie while I'm thinking about it. At my age, I might........ what was I talking about???

Ooh, I like that idea. Patrick can have all of my birthdays now.

 

[norybell]

Okay, the ONLY problem with that update is that I wasn't wearing blue eyeshadow. I mean, blue eyeshadow with black beady eyes? Come on!

No, the blue eyeshadow really brings out the black beadiness of your eyes!

 

[Tiger.Lily]

Where have you been all my life!?

Wait. Don't tell my husband I just said that.

Seriously, I somehow stumbled onto your trip report and you've had me laughing for several days now while I caught up. And since I'm all about educational value (totally not but work with me here ok? just smile and nod):

Things I Learned From Hucifer's Trip Report

1. There is someone else out there that has the EXACT same feelings I have for Epcot. And ok, this might not be that big of a surprise, but I like validation as much as the next guy. Maybe a little more.

2. I've really got to mess with the characters more. I'm sure they all get tired of the same old giggly responses and could use more snark. (though, to be fair, I think just about everyone can use more snark) Disclaimer: I reserve the right to get giggly when Dale flirts with me. Cause who doesn't enjoy a giant flirty chipmunk?

3. There is an internet radio station that plays Disney Park music. I not only learned this but immediately went to listen. And am thinking about rigging some sort of contraption with speakers that mount to a backpack with a spot to plug in an mp3 player that is loaded with these tracks. Because this music is the soundtrack to my life...that or the soundtrack to the life I always wanted. Regardless, you made me very happy today with that little piece of knowledge.

4. No more monorail co-pilots. Now, again, this isn't something that surprised me...what with the accident and all. But it does make me sad that I won't be able to see my most favorite view of Epcot ever again.

5. You can eat at Sci Fi sans clothing. However, you did not mention if this is possible at Prime Time Cafe. I'm curious if Mom would have a problem with it...seeing as how it can be dangerous to eat hot food while naked. Or if she would even notice, seeing as how she's always in the kitchen. I think Uncle Frank might even encourage it. I'll have to give this a shot in October and report back. Wish me luck with Cousin Josh. He's never understood that there is an appropriate length of time for a hug.

And I'm going to stop this at five and spare you and your loyal readers from any more of my nonsense. I'm also going to go figure out if I can find any of your old TRs. Since I distinctly remember at the beginning of this one a "shame on me" if I hadn't read them.

Cheers!

 

[susanc]

Glad to have you here Susan! Especially if you're full of praise. Those are the replies I like best.

Well I'm ready to get my praise on...hope you post some updates soon!

 

[norybell]

3. There is an internet radio station that plays Disney Park music. I not only learned this but immediately went to listen. And am thinking about rigging some sort of contraption with speakers that mount to a backpack with a spot to plug in an mp3 player that is loaded with these tracks. Because this music is the soundtrack to my life...that or the soundtrack to the life I always wanted. Regardless, you made me very happy today with that little piece of knowledge.

Yeah, time to (forcibly) bring a WDW soundtrack to the world!

 

[hucifer]

No, the blue eyeshadow really brings out the black beadiness of your eyes!

Why, thank you.
[titls head]
You may be right about that one.

Where have you been all my life!?

I've been here the whole time! Waiting for you to show up!

Wait. Don't tell my husband I just said that.

Oh, I can keep a secret alright.

Seriously, I somehow stumbled onto your trip report and you've had me laughing for several days now while I caught up. And since I'm all about educational value (totally not but work with me here ok? just smile and nod):

[smiling and nodding]

Things I Learned From Hucifer's Trip Report

1. There is someone else out there that has the EXACT same feelings I have for Epcot. And ok, this might not be that big of a surprise, but I like validation as much as the next guy. Maybe a little more.

Don't we all! Epcot totally rocks, doesn't it? I was so mad at that Simpsons episode when they were dissing on my park.

2. I've really got to mess with the characters more. I'm sure they all get tired of the same old giggly responses and could use more snark. (though, to be fair, I think just about everyone can use more snark)

The best characters to snark with are the streetmosphere at MGM. They are a freaking riot.

Disclaimer: I reserve the right to get giggly when Dale flirts with me. Cause who doesn't enjoy a giant flirty chipmunk?

Okay, you're on your own with that one.

3. There is an internet radio station that plays Disney Park music. I not only learned this but immediately went to listen. And am thinking about rigging some sort of contraption with speakers that mount to a backpack with a spot to plug in an mp3 player that is loaded with these tracks. Because this music is the soundtrack to my life...that or the soundtrack to the life I always wanted. Regardless, you made me very happy today with that little piece of knowledge.

Hmmm...I don't remember mentioning Live 365. But I'm happy to have led you there! The Disney park music is a great way to get in the Disney mood.

4. No more monorail co-pilots. Now, again, this isn't something that surprised me...what with the accident and all. But it does make me sad that I won't be able to see my most favorite view of Epcot ever again.

Stupid fatal monorail accident.

5. You can eat at Sci Fi sans clothing. However, you did not mention if this is possible at Prime Time Cafe. I'm curious if Mom would have a problem with it...seeing as how it can be dangerous to eat hot food while naked. Or if she would even notice, seeing as how she's always in the kitchen. I think Uncle Frank might even encourage it. I'll have to give this a shot in October and report back. Wish me luck with Cousin Josh. He's never understood that there is an appropriate length of time for a hug.

Mom is in the kitchen, but she sends messages out via the aunts and cousins. Trust me on this, she prefers a more formal attire than nakedness.

And I'm going to stop this at five and spare you and your loyal readers from any more of my nonsense. I'm also going to go figure out if I can find any of your old TRs. Since I distinctly remember at the beginning of this one a "shame on me" if I hadn't read them.

WHAT??? You haven't read my old TRs?????
If you think my antics alone are funny, you have GOT to read my trips with the hubby. He totally makes a TR worth writing. And reading.

Well I'm ready to get my praise on...hope you post some updates soon!

You got it, sista. This next one is for you.

 

[hucifer]

Part 1. Never berate a bear.


The first thing I think when I awake this morning (besides “I can’t believe they ditched my Mickey wakeup for this crap”) is: “I sure miss my family.” They finally caught up to me. If they had been sleeping next to me, I would have been jumping on the bed – get up! Get up! It’s time to see Mickey! It’s time to ride Dumbo! And trying not to land on their legs and break them from all the weight I gained since being with child.

But I’m alone today. And while that’s not a bad thing at all, I sure am jonesing for some family. And I’m definitely not jumping on the bed in anticipation of the day. And that would just be weird doing that alone.

I get ready and head out the door. I walk down to the main building. I open the door but pause before going inside. Two women are several feet behind me and are walking into the building too. Despite the Missing-My-Family-Blues tune I’ve got ringing through my head, I’m still feeling pretty Disney-esque at the moment. So I stand outside and hold the door open so that they can enter ahead of me. I’m all, “Top of the muffin to you!” and they pass by me, walk through the door…and keep walking. Right on past. No nod, no recognition, no “You are the nicest and prettiest woman EVER.” Nothing.

So I go all LeRoy Small on them by yelling “POW!”and giving them a swift kick to their big butts. And then I yell at them, “The jerk store called…they’re running out of you!”

In my head, of course. Only in my head. I’m REALLY trying to keep my spirits up and these idiots aren’t helping.

So I’m on the Magic Kingdom bus and writing away on my old notepad with my new Disney pen with the annoying flying Mickey on a chain bumping my hand as I furiously scribble. After releasing the fury within onto paper, I pause for a moment and pick up my head.

Across the aisle is a little boy of about seven, sitting with his mom. He’s staring at me like he’s never seen the likes of me before. I look down at my nameplate and wonder if that’s why I’ve got his undivided attention. I look back up and he’s still staring at me. I smile at him. He doesn’t smile back. What? Why are you staring at me? Spinach in my teeth? Are my unmentionables showing? Perhaps you expecting me to suddenly jump out of my seat, cross my eyes, and shout “Booga wooga wooga wooga!” while flapping my arms like a dodo bird?

[shrugs] Back to scribbling…

After jotting a few more notes, I put away my notepad and flying Mickey pen and stare out the window, pretending not to notice the seven-year-old eyes burning a hole through my head and seriously considering asking the person next to me if I have a long rubbery booger hanging down from my nostril.

The bus pulls up to the Magic Kingdom and we walk down to the gates. The park hasn’t opened yet because it’s 8:30. My reservations are at 9am and I’m too early for breakfast, but I had decided to take a chance and get to the park early. I tell the reservations folks that I am early for my reservation. After checking their list, they allow me to enter the park. I tell you, this is a wonderful way to see the park…vacant and quiet. Like you paid extra for the privilege of walking into an empty park. Well, I guess you do pay extra for the privilege. Eating at a palace (crystal or otherwise) or a castle (Cinderella’s or someone else’s) ain’t cheap.

My unspoiled view of the Photopass lady. Who refused to offer to take my picture. Because I'm solo, apparently.

Just another average Disney park morning, where you see castmembers out, whistling a Disney tune and pulling their toy dogs to the restrooms.​

It didn’t matter that I was early with Crystal Palace folks, either. They sat me right away. It’s almost like nothing bad happened on my first day here. It’s a Festivus miracle! The place was fairly empty, so I was surprised that the 8:30 reservation wasn’t available during booking. Oh well, no matter. I’m here now. And I’m hungry.

Crystal Palace is still my favorite breakfast spot in all of Disney World. You know, it’s funny now that I think about it (or maybe not so funny, I don’t know), but my favorite breakfast and lunch here are both buffets. And I’m a chick. Chicks normally hate buffets. Just goes to show that Disney World does everything right…even buffets.

First things first, I order my omelet to the snarly woman behind the grill. Then I walk around with my empty dish and pluck food from the offering plates. But soon I am in a panic mode – I cannot find the Breakfast Lasagna for the life of me. So you’re thinking, “Surely you cannot survive a Crystal Palace breakfast without it.” But being a woman (who, in our species, are actually known for asking directions), I managed to flag down a very helpful cast member who tells me to take a chill pill because it was right there on the dessert island. I sigh heavily in relief and walk quickly to the island. And don’t call me Shirley.

After taking gobs of Breakfast Lasagna, the snarly woman hands me my veggie omelet and I carry my heavy plate back to the table. I mow the food down like a lawnmower to a thick lawn. The food (including the Breakfast Lasagna) did not disappoint.

Breakfast, round one. Or two. Or was it three? I guess I lost track.​

Then the animals come out.

They say elephants never forget. Apparently, neither do bears.

Pooh doesn’t forget faces. And he holds grudges. I got dissed big-time. He gives me a wave (may as well been the finger) and walks right past me. Boom. No hello, no pat on the shoulder, no picture, nothing. He is one pissed-off Pooh.

But then Tigger comes over, and he totally doesn’t care that I offended his friend some seven days earlier. He is bouncing and hopping his way right over to me. “My, you certainly are enthusiastic this morning,” I say to the giant orange tiger. “Did you have Wheaties for breakfast, or the Breakfast Lasagna?”

Tigger jumps in approval and nods his gigantic orange head, pointing to my plate.

“Yes, it’s excellent this morning. Are you the one responsible for making it? My compliments to you.”

Tigger puts his paws up to his mouth as if giggling, then hops away. Serious amount of energy that boy has today.

I never did get to talk to Pooh today, so I didn’t have the chance to apologize and beg for a second chance to work things out…because I really really really want to bring my son here some day. And is it right to punish the innocent for the mistake made by another? I mean, seriously Pooh. You need to either drop the sensitivity stuff, or drop the “fluff.” You can’t pretend that big middle of yours isn’t there. And realize with all that extra weight comes all the obesity-related illnesses you could get: heart disease, diabetes, stroke, gout, sleep apnea, atrial fibrillation, pulmonary hypertension…think of the children. Think of sweet, pure little Patrick.

I paid for my meal with two Mickey balloons and left the building.

It’s now 9am and the park is opening. This would have been my reservation time, but luckily the Crystal Palace let me in early. Maybe they felt they needed to: my hands and face were pressed against the window and I hungrily stared at the diners, my nose smashed up in a perpetual pig snout, my tongue glued to the pane as giant rolls of drool cascaded down, forming mini saliva pools on the sill. Hey, whatever it takes, man. It’s not like I didn’t offer to clean the window.



Coming up: Part 2. How to work Will Smith into your trip report

 

[mmeb144]

How to work Will Smith into your trip report

I never fail to be amazed by what I learn while reading your trip report.

 

[melk]

Just another average Disney park morning, where you see castmembers out, whistling a Disney tune and pulling their toy dogs to the restrooms.[/CENTER]

Reemerging out of lurkdom (I think I posted once???) because I thought 'Alone with a pissed-off pooh' was the funniest thing I had read in your report thus far. Then I read this caption. Thanks for the laugh .

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

This would have been my reservation time, but luckily the Crystal Palace let me in early. Maybe they felt they needed to: my hands and face were pressed against the window and I hungrily stared at the diners, my nose smashed up in a perpetual pig snout, my tongue glued to the pane as giant rolls of drool cascaded down, forming mini saliva pools on the sill. Hey, whatever it takes, man. It’s not like I didn’t offer to clean the window.

Do you think this might work in scoring and in-person 'Ohana reservation for two this September? Particularly since there's no glass to drool against and my only option would be pressing my face against the actual host/hostess?

 

[marvali]

Yes, another opportunity to make smart alec (or some "a" word anyway) remarks ........not that I like that sort of thing!!!

If they had been sleeping next to me, I would have been jumping on the bed – get up! Get up! It’s time to see Mickey! It’s time to ride Dumbo!

I take it you don't mean the one jumping on the bed beside them......that is, IF they had been there to ride you....

And trying not to land on their legs and break them from all the weight I gained since being with child.

(Okay, I know I should leave this one alone, but it is again too much like that wreck you just can't look away from.........)I didn't know you were pregnant???

And I’m definitely not jumping on the bed in anticipation of the day. And that would just be weird doing that alone.

But then, who would know??? So I'm guessing you really did.....

and they pass by me, walk through the door…and keep walking. Right on past. No nod, no recognition, no “You are the nicest and prettiest woman EVER.”

You could have just shortened that last one by using the word "lying" instead of all those other words in the quotes....

So I go all LeRoy Small on them by yelling “POW!”and giving them a swift kick to their big butts. And then I yell at them, “The jerk store called…they’re running out of you!”

So are you saying they called you to fill in for them......???

After releasing the fury within onto paper, I pause for a moment and pick up my head.

Was it in the seat next to you, or on the floor of the bus? I understand they were rude, but it really isn't worth losing your head over....

Are my unmentionables showing?

If they were, wouldn't that mean he would have to MENTION them?

but my favorite breakfast and lunch here are both buffets. And I’m a chick. Chicks normally hate buffets.

Is that because of all the eggs???? Just askin'

First things first, I order my omelet to the snarly woman behind the grill.

Obviously you're spreading good will everywhere you go......

But being a woman (who, in our species, are actually known for asking directions),

I'm sure there is a comment in there somewhere about always being lost, but......

Then the animals come out.

They say elephants never forget. Apparently, neither do bears.

Pooh doesn’t forget faces. And he holds grudges. I got dissed big-time. He gives me a wave (may as well been the finger) and walks right past me. Boom. No hello, no pat on the shoulder, no picture, nothing. He is one pissed-off Pooh.

And who could blame him.......

But then Tigger comes over, and he totally doesn’t care that I offended his friend some seven days earlier. He is bouncing and hopping his way right over to me. “My, you certainly are enthusiastic this morning,”

He was probably thinking the same thing about your ninja bed bouncing your were doing earlier at the hotel.

I paid for my meal with two Mickey balloons and left the building.

Nice grasp of the barter system, but I think you got majorly jipped on that deal......you didn't even get any of that delicious sausage, or ham in your omelet, or anything good like that.

This would have been my reservation time, but luckily the Crystal Palace let me in early. Maybe they felt they needed to:

Yeah, who would want Debbie Downer in there when the place gets packed....... Pooh would probably be snarky with everyone.

 

[hucifer]

I never fail to be amazed by what I learn while reading your trip report.

That's right...you have still much to learn, grasshoppa.

Reemerging out of lurkdom (I think I posted once???) because I thought 'Alone with a pissed-off pooh' was the funniest thing I had read in your report thus far. Then I read this caption. Thanks for the laugh .

You're welcome. I paused before typing "pissed-off Pooh" because I wasn't sure if it was "family friendly" enough to not get censored. But then said "screw it" and typed it anyway.

Are you going back into lurkdom now?

Do you think this might work in scoring and in-person 'Ohana reservation for two this September? Particularly since there's no glass to drool against and my only option would be pressing my face against the actual host/hostess?

That might get you arrested. Therefore, it is ill-advised.

Perhaps making reservations is the more appropriate thing to do?

Yes, another opportunity to make smart alec (or some "a" word anyway) remarks ........not that I like that sort of thing!!!

Hmmm...I sense a Hucifer Roast in my future.

I take it you don't mean the one jumping on the bed beside them......that is, IF they had been there to ride you.

You confuse me with your big words.

(Okay, I know I should leave this one alone, but it is again too much like that wreck you just can't look away from.........) I didn't know you were pregnant???

Since I had been with child. You know, ever since Dan knocked me up? Three years ago?

How's this instead: Ever since I've had a child.

Happy, Pappy?

So are you saying they called you to fill in for them.....??

Hey!

Was it in the seat next to you, or on the floor of the bus? I understand they were rude, but it really isn't worth losing your head over....

It was on the seat next to me. Now that you mention it, that might explain the staring.

Is that because of all the eggs???? Just askin'

Ba dum bump!

Obviously you're spreading good will everywhere you go......

It was leftover from the Door Opening Incident.

I'm sure there is a comment in there somewhere about always being lost, but......

In Disney World, I get lost very easily.

Nice grasp of the barter system, but I think you got majorly jipped on that deal......you didn't even get any of that delicious sausage, or ham in your omelet, or anything good like that.

Didn't I mention the tofu?

Yeah, who would want Debbie Downer in there when the place gets packed....... Pooh would probably be snarky with everyone.

Pooh has attitude problems to begin with.

 

[marvali]

Hmmm...I sense a Hucifer Roast in my future.

Hmmm, is a diehard vegan such as yourself even allowed to use the word ROAST???

You confuse me with your big words.

Okay, since I am out of practice in this HTR tantric dance of reparte' (due to your recently ended lengthy absence) I am not sure if you are serious, so I will probably make the obvious faux pas by explaining but you asked about "riding Dumbo" and I wasn't sure if you meant the one at MK, or the one performing the proverbial "jumping up and down on the bed."

(BTW, it kinda takes the fun out of the roast if I have to 'splain 'em to ya'!)

Since I had been with child. You know, ever since Dan knocked me up? Three years ago?

How's this instead: Ever since I've had a child.

Now if you're willing to go there, then that's something completely different.

It was on the seat next to me. Now that you mention it, that might explain the staring.

By jove, I think she's got it!

Didn't I mention the tofu?

No you didn't, but how would that have made a difference???

Pooh has attitude problems to begin with.

Well he does NOW!!!!