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

[marvali]

I don’t know the physics involved to incur a watery end versus not, but we had one.

At your age, I think it DEPENDS!

Here they come...walking down the street...they wear the funniest colors...in the Florida heat.
"Hey! Hey! We're Brazilians! And people say that we're too loud. But we're too busy marching...trying not to blend with the crowd."​

There are Brazilians in that picture? I only noticed Ms. Plaid Pants out front........purely because I was admiring her rather large camera!

Actually, another veggie burger was calling me. I mean, it’s been two whole days since my last one and darn if that corn-filled patty wasn’t calling my name. I trek back to Ray’s, order a corn burger (with extra corn), and skip on to the toppings bar. For more corn.

This TR is getting cornier by the minute.....

So I take a big bite of my corny veggie burger. And…splat. A big blob of ketchup lands on my white shorts. Of course. Had I been wearing black or ketchup-colored pants this never would have happened. But white? It’s a magnet for stains.

Okay, I retract my earlier comment about "at least you wore shorts!!!" I guess I should have been more specific.

People are going to stand at attention with their hands over their hearts and start singing. Oh say can you see…

As opposed to all those Mom's who put their hands over their mouths (and their kids eyes) when you were dressed only in scarf???

So. Here we are. Just me and you, drippy yellow Dole Whip. Well…and this spoon. So it’s just me, you, and this spoon. Oh wait, and my fistful of napkins. So it’s just me, you, this spoon, and a buttload of napkins.

Okay, since when does "fistful" and "buttload" equate? Maybe for some people....

I hope like hell it doesn’t drip on my American Flag shorts because yellow will simply ruin the whole patriotic theme I’ve got going on down there.

Yes, yellow stains on the front of white shorts typically causes a whole different reaction.

I guess it’s all for the best, anyway…my big butt certainly doesn’t need the calories.

As I was saying about the napkins.....

I whip out my cell phone and text Dan, letting him know where I was. Then I text my sister, and it became a drawn-out texting conversation that lasted the whole journey. She does a great job of lifting my spirits up. But even as the train rolls back to the stop where I got on, I decide to stay. I’m still not ready for more park exploring. So I take yet another trip around the park, having a most pleasant electronic diatribe with my female sibling.

Now I understand your boredom. I am forever telling my boys "If you'd put that darn telephone away, you might start having some fun!"

I skip over to Tomorrowland (my favorite land in MK, even without If You Had Wings) and go inside the Laugh Floor for a second round of giggles. It isn’t as funny as my first time. Maybe it’s because my mind is elsewhere by now.

Is this supposed to be some sort of metaphor about your honeymoon???

The cast member could be my son, he’s so young. I cannot believe I just frigging typed that. I guess the closer you approach forty, the more you realize that you’re no longer the young sexy thang you once were.

I can't believe you typed that either. You aren't typically one for giving yourself too much cred like that....

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

But carrying around an interactive rodent plushie did?

Oh no you di’ int. As a matter of fact, Pal Mickey is very well respected on the streets....because of all of his tats.

If I've made you laugh once, then my job here is done.

Actually, if we're counting....I think you’re up to four times already….but I’m talking about laughing out loud. You’ve made me laugh in my head tons of times.

It's pretty hard to take a picture of yourself from the other side of the window in which your nose is pressed. If you recall ANYTHING from my solo report, it's that I never got a single offer for a picture.

And that children tend to stare at you for no reason...don't forget about that.

See….I’m paying attention.

A huge wave of green chlorinated stink water engulfed our vessel and covered us in filthy, stinky wetness.

five times.

I take a spoonful and…wait for it….wait for it…um…ew. Too sweet. Not doing anything for me. I take another spoonful, but nope. Still not working for me.

So the second spoonful was still sweet? Huh...that's weird.

I look at the table next to me. A mom is feeding her baby a Dole Whip and this kid is loving it. He’s opening his mouth way before she’s got the spoon anywhere near it.

Maybe the mom had a special technique. You should have asked her to feed you a couple of spoonfuls.

They wouldn’t be misbehaving at all and she would roar at them for slouching or leaning or breathing wrong.

six times.

Grandma looks haggard. Her wiry hair is starting to come out of its bun

Get out of here…you made that up. A bun? What is this, Little House on the Prairie? What else was she wearing....half-moon spectacles? I betcha she had on a flour-covered apron and was carrying a pail of fresh, warm milk too. A bun.

I decide to hit one more ride before leaving for the day. Teacups. Something told me that this would help lift my spirits.

The teacups? The teacups are more likely to lift your corny veggie burger than your spirits.

 

[glennbo123]

What a downer of a chapter. The depression that you've plunged me into must show, because now all of my co-workers are hiding the plasticware from me in the lunch room.

I don’t know the physics involved to incur a watery end versus not, but we had one.

It has a lot to do with the amount of water displacement. Just sayin'.

Here they come...walking down the street...they wear the funniest colors...in the Florida heat.
"Hey! Hey! We're Brazilians! And people say that we're too loud. But we're too busy marching...trying not to blend with the crowd."

Loved this!

People are going to stand at attention with their hands over their hearts and start singing. Oh say can you see…

I would totally do that for you Miss Liberty.

Mr. Mickey Balloon Man...there's something wrong with my dime. Everytime I try to give it to you, I get laughed at every time.

Okay, after the great success of the Brazilians song, this one was lost on me. Is it to the tune of Tambourine Man?

I guess the closer you approach forty, the more you realize that you’re no longer the young sexy thang you once were.

Okay, so the word "young" gets stricken....what happens to "sexy thang"?

I adjust my walker with one hand and shakily point to the strange building with the other.
.........
Exhausted from all that talking and afraid I might break a hip from standing, I walk back and plop on a bench in front of the Astro Orbiters.

Careful with that plopping Huce, that's how we lost Auntie Rose.

Another laughs. “Well, of course it’s open, silly. They wouldn’t close Space Mountain!”

And the group walks away.

Now I have something to giggle about.

They probably wondered why they couldn't get seated at any restaurant that they walked up to either.

I decide to hit one more ride before leaving for the day. Teacups. Something told me that this would help lift my spirits.

What the heck told you that?!

 

[Aimros]

Whooooeeeeeeee! Just read all 49 pages of that lovely trip report... productivity at work today at an all-time low, ah well! You have a real knack for writing Hucifer and have inspired me to write my own TR once I return from my trip next August. I've been debating on writing one for years now for my past few trips but always opted not to... but what better way to relive and remember memories?

As said many times before, your son is an absolute cutie! Looking forward to your next installment!

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

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

Perhaps making reservations is the more appropriate thing to do?

Oh I've been trying. For months.
The problem is, apparently you have to sell your first-born now to get into 'Ohana.
And I don't have a first-born.
Nor do I plan to.
I wonder if I could work out some sort of trade.
Or offer them someone else's firstborn.
Like that Mean Train Station Mommy's first-born.
They might thank me.

It is drizzling on and off this morning, so the poncho in my shopping bag is coming out and going back in. As I reach into the bag to grab it, I see that the Disney bag is leaving blue ink on my white shorts. Whose bright idea was it to wear white shorts at Disney World?

Mental note RE: the white shorts now packed in my suitcase for my upcoming trip...

You know I'll still wear them, though. And turn them blue. And ketchup. And Dole Whip.

(I like Dole Whips.)

And I'll think of you the whole time I'm wearing them.

...

I'm still trying to work out if that's weird or not.

 

[PrincessV]

I’m beginning to look like the American flag. People are going to stand at attention with their hands over their hearts and start singing. Oh say can you see…

]
This was July, right? At least you were in theme.

I’m still not ready for more park exploring. So I take yet another trip around the park, having a most pleasant electronic diatribe with my female sibling.

Y'know, this actually sounds like fun to me!

I still feel like I have the wind... knocked out of me.

Might have been all that corn.

Instead of running to the next attraction, I want to run to my family. I miss them so much that I don’t even have the energy to explore the park anymore. It is definitely time to leave.

Okay, I felt that one - ouch. It's hard being away for long from the ones we love!

 

[jane2073]

I still love your trip report but that was just one sad day. It seems odd to feel that lost and empty in the "happiest place on earth" but I totally understand where you are coming from.

The Dole whip is verrrrrry sweet. When we get it, we usually get a swirl of vanilla and pineapple. Surprisingly enough, the vanilla cuts down on the "too sweet" taste.

 

[hucifer]

At your age, I think it DEPENDS!

There are Brazilians in that picture? I only noticed Ms. Plaid Pants out front........purely because I was admiring her rather large camera!

With you, it's always about size.

This TR is getting cornier by the minute.....

Hey! Get that pun out of my trip report!

Okay, I retract my earlier comment about "at least you wore shorts!!!" I guess I should have been more specific.

With me, you may as well spell it out.

As opposed to all those Mom's who put their hands over their mouths (and their kids eyes) when you were dressed only in scarf???

What are you saying?

Look, I didn't hear one single complaint about my attire. I mean sure, I got some stares now and then, but no one complained.

Okay, since when does "fistful" and "buttload" equate? Maybe for some people....

Have you seen my fist?

Yes, yellow stains on the front of white shorts typically causes a whole different reaction.

So not only did it ruin the patriotic theme I had going, it also looked like I urinated outside of my shorts? Not cool.

As I was saying about the napkins.....

I have VERY big fists.

Now I understand your boredom. I am forever telling my boys "If you'd put that darn telephone away, you might start having some fun!"

I apologize to no one about texting on my cell since I was alone and depressed and needing to reach out to a loved one.

Is this supposed to be some sort of metaphor about your honeymoon???

Strangely enough, I call our bed the Laugh Floor.

I can't believe you typed that either. You aren't typically one for giving yourself too much cred like that....

Just saying what everyone else is thinking.

Oh no you di’ int. As a matter of fact, Pal Mickey is very well respected on the streets....because of all of his tats.

Oh yes I di' id.

I don't remember seeing too many gangs in Detroit with a Pal Mickey clipped to their gun holster.

Actually, if we're counting....I think you’re up to four times already….but I’m talking about laughing out loud. You’ve made me laugh in my head tons of times.

Then I shall retire immediately and withdraw my TR from the boards.

And that children tend to stare at you for no reason...don't forget about that.

See….I’m paying attention.

You also retain things. I'm proud of you, Peter.

five times.

What are we counting again? Or shouldn't I ask?

So the second spoonful was still sweet? Huh...that's weird.

I know it's sounds bizarre, but I really was expecting that second bite to taste like foie gras.

Maybe the mom had a special technique. You should have asked her to feed you a couple of spoonfuls.

Like a couple of baby birds.

six times.

You're up to six? That's impressive!

Wait...what are we talking about again?

Get out of here…you made that up. A bun? What is this, Little House on the Prairie? What else was she wearing....half-moon spectacles? I betcha she had on a flour-covered apron and was carrying a pail of fresh, warm milk too. A bun.

I'm picking up on your sarcasm.

The teacups? The teacups are more likely to lift your corny veggie burger than your spirits.

Not with this stomach of steel. And corn.

What a downer of a chapter. The depression that you've plunged me into must show, because now all of my co-workers are hiding the plasticware from me in the lunch room.

Don't fret, my suicidal virtual friend. The next installment is no longer filled with depression. It's filled with horror.

It has a lot to do with the amount of water displacement. Just sayin'.

Go on.

Loved this!

Thank you. I've been working on my poetic skillz. They're not mad. At least not yet.

I would totally do that for you Miss Liberty.

Well, it's too darn bad that you weren't around then. Cuz no one else did.

Okay, after the great success of the Brazilians song, this one was lost on me. Is it to the tune of Tambourine Man?

[smacks forehead]

No no no no NO!!! I cannot believe you got that wrong. It's New Edition's Mr. Telephone Man. Which was written by Ray Parker, Jr., by the way.

Okay, so the word "young" gets stricken....what happens to "sexy thang"?

What is it with you and Marvin? Is it so hard to believe I used to melt ice sculptures from casually passing by?

Careful with that plopping Huce, that's how we lost Auntie Rose.

I miss her.

They probably wondered why they couldn't get seated at any restaurant that they walked up to either.

New guests are so naive.

What the heck told you that?!

Experience. Which worked against me this time.

Whooooeeeeeeee! Just read all 49 pages of that lovely trip report... productivity at work today at an all-time low, ah well! You have a real knack for writing Hucifer and have inspired me to write my own TR once I return from my trip next August. I've been debating on writing one for years now for my past few trips but always opted not to... but what better way to relive and remember memories?

As said many times before, your son is an absolute cutie! Looking forward to your next installment!

Hello, Aimros! Here's your big banana welcome: Actually, that's a little banana welcome. But I like alliteration, so big banana welcome it is!

Thank you so much for your compliments! What I have discovered is that there are all kinds of styles to write TRs, and there are audiences for every single kind. So go ahead and write! My advice is to bring a little notepad with you in the parks so that you can write down the unusual things that happen throughout the days. When you get home, the notes somehow turn into a story.

When you write a TR, it helps you remember the trip vividly for years and years. That's the best part about creating one...for your own memories.

Thanks for the compliments on my boy...my husband and I are so enamored with him.

Oh I've been trying. For months.
The problem is, apparently you have to sell your first-born now to get into 'Ohana.
And I don't have a first-born.
Nor do I plan to.
I wonder if I could work out some sort of trade.
Or offer them someone else's firstborn.
Like that Mean Train Station Mommy's first-born.
They might thank me.

They WOULD thank you! That woman was nasty.

Mental note RE: the white shorts now packed in my suitcase for my upcoming trip...

You know I'll still wear them, though. And turn them blue. And ketchup. And Dole Whip.

(I like Dole Whips.)

And I'll think of you the whole time I'm wearing them.

...

I'm still trying to work out if that's weird or not.

Probably. But I'm flattered all the same.

This was July, right? At least you were in theme.

Actually, it was two weeks later. Does it still count since it was the same month?

Y'know, this actually sounds like fun to me!

Less on the fun. More on the relaxation and comfort.

Might have been all that corn.

And the Breakfast Lasagna.

Never hug a vegetarian.

Okay, I felt that one - ouch. It's hard being away for long from the ones we love!

The first few days was so much fun...and then on the last day it went downhill fast.

I still love your trip report but that was just one sad day. It seems odd to feel that lost and empty in the "happiest place on earth" but I totally understand where you are coming from.

It was odd to me too. But then again, my loved ones weren't there.

The Dole whip is verrrrrry sweet. When we get it, we usually get a swirl of vanilla and pineapple. Surprisingly enough, the vanilla cuts down on the "too sweet" taste.

Ooh, now that sounds good! Actually, the vanilla by itself sounds good. I'm a big vanilla fan. And coconut. Speaking of which...I made the BEST coconut ice cream last month. Last month I also turned 40. Did I ever mention my ADD?

 

[hucifer]

How did I miss this beauty?

Surely, that must be my second favorite line from that movie.

It's a very quotable movie.

That, and Spaceballs.

 

[glennbo123]

I have VERY big fists.

I think that's her way of saying you don't want to be on the receiving end of one of those Marvin.

Strangely enough, I call our bed the Laugh Floor.

Somehow I believe that.

Don't fret, my suicidal virtual friend. The next installment is no longer filled with depression. It's filled with horror.

Okay good! Back to normal.

Go on.

Nuh uh! Not me. I don't want to get in front of one of those massive fists!

[smacks forehead]

No no no no NO!!! I cannot believe you got that wrong. It's New Edition's Mr. Telephone Man. Which was written by Ray Parker, Jr., by the way.

Okay, I hear it now. That song's playing in my head. It's just that Tambourine Man was the first one that came to mind and then I couldn't get beyond it. (But still, the Monkees one was better.)

What is it with you and Marvin? Is it so hard to believe I used to melt ice sculptures from casually passing by?

No, I believe it; I'm hoping it's still the case but you're just "older".

I miss her.

We all do. Remember when she'd laugh and her teeth would shoot out? What a hoot.

Actually, it was two weeks later. Does it still count since it was the same month?

But from laaaaast year!

How did I miss this beauty?

The same way you missed post #719, not that I noticed.

 

[hucifer]

I think that's her way of saying you don't want to be on the receiving end of one of those Marvin.

Damn straight.

Somehow I believe that.

You should, when you're married to Dan.

Okay good! Back to normal.

So put down the bottle of aspirin and we can all move on, right?

Nuh uh! Not me. I don't want to get in front of one of those massive fists!

Okay, I hear it now. That song's playing in my head. It's just that Tambourine Man was the first one that came to mind and then I couldn't get beyond it. (But still, the Monkees one was better.)

Problem is, now I'VE got "Mr. Telephone Man" in my head.
"Shake Your Love" is rattling around in there, too.

No, I believe it; I'm hoping it's still the case but you're just "older".

You better believe it.

[shakes giant fists at Glennbo]

We all do. Remember when she'd laugh and her teeth would shoot out? What a hoot.

Good ol' Auntie Rosa. Or whatever her name was.

But from laaaaast year!

I'm thisclose to finishing. Honest!

The same way you missed post #719, not that I noticed.

Doh!

That's the one I meant. I'm such a dolt.

Hey, I'm curious...that picture of Patrick in your signature -- the posture, the look on his face, the hands in his pockets, is that totally Dan? Not having met the guy I can only guess.

Okay...YES. I am told that this picture of Patrick is just like Dan. Only smaller. And more potty-trained.

 

[glennbo123]

Okay...YES. I am told that this picture of Patrick is just like Dan. Only smaller. And more potty-trained.

Too bad you couldn't have been there for Dan's formative years.

 

[PrincessV]

Actually, it was two weeks later. Does it still count since it was the same month?

Absolutely! If you live in my neighborhood, you can extend it all through any month above 85*, apparently. One house still has red, white and blue bunting up.

That, and Spaceballs.

May the Schwartz be with you!

HEY - guess what?! I finally got it - Tusker House!!!

 

[marvali]

Look, I didn't hear one single complaint about my attire. I mean sure, I got some stares now and then, but no one complained.

Sorry, must have been in those other TRs I was reading.....

Have you seen my fist?

Sorry, not a FIST man....but I really admire nice cameras!

With you, it's always about size.

I have VERY big fists.

NOW who's hung up on size???

So not only did it ruin the patriotic theme I had going, it also looked like I urinated outside of my shorts? Not cool.

Well, I wasn't really thinking OUTSIDE, unless of course you took my DEPENDS advice and then learned that "turned around the wrong way in the next stall" technique or something.

I apologize to no one about texting on my cell since I was alone and depressed and needing to reach out to a loved one.

Apology accepted!

Strangely enough, I call our bed the Laugh Floor.

That is strange. I thought maybe it was what was next to your bed, where Dan ends up after making an ill-advised comment and you re-introduce him to your VERY big fists!

What is it with you and Marvin? Is it so hard to believe I used to melt ice sculptures from casually passing by?

Not so hard to believe you USED to, no. Then again, even now it is rather believeable during a July trip to Disney. I think I even saw one melt last year when Glenn walked by!

When you write a TR, it helps you remember the trip vividly for years and years. That's the best part about creating one...for your own memories.

And here I thought all along it was for OUR enjoyment...

Never hug a vegetarian.

Words to live by.

I think that's her way of saying you don't want to be on the receiving end of one of those Marvin.

Uh, thanks Glenn!

Too bad you couldn't have been there for Dan's formative years.

I thought these WERE Dan's formative years....

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

Then I shall retire immediately and withdraw my TR from the boards.

C'mon, you know that you're funny....you're just fishing for a compliment. Well, you're not going to guilt me into telling you how funny you are...that's for sure. You funny people are all alike.

Fine...you make me laugh. I hope you're satisfied.

What are we counting again? Or shouldn't I ask?

You're up to six? That's impressive!

Wait...what are we talking about again?

I believe that I had just mentioned the # of times I had laughed out loud whilst reading your TR immediately above these comments....and yet I'm the one catching grief for not paying attention. Ironic, don't you think?

I'm picking up on your sarcasm.

Well I should hope so...because I'm laying it on pretty thick.

 

[NMAmy]

Sigh...I just feel like I'm falling further and further behind! But I'm hopeful that, unlike me, you'll spend Labor Day weekend with your family and friends doing end of the summer stuff and I'll be able to catch up. I can't believe I'm begging you not to update this weekend.

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 do have to say that I really admire you for this solo trip, Wendy. I'm usually the one that loves to go to the movies alone and has no problem eating out alone and I'm even fine wandering around the theme parks for short periods of time on my own but I don't think I could do a whole solo trip. You've got moxie, girl!

No nod, no recognition, no “You are the nicest and prettiest woman EVER.” Nothing.

Well, that's just sad. Everyone I hold the door for tells me that. That's just the polite thing to do, isn't it?

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!”

That's telling 'em!

pretending not to notice the seven-year-old eyes burning a hole through my head

You didn't yell, "Take a picture, it lasts longer! POW!"?

Eating at a palace (crystal or otherwise) or a castle (Cinderella’s or someone else’s) ain’t cheap.

Amen, sister.

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

Well, she was obviously extremely busy just watching you walk down Main Street.

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

I would just love to know the explanation for this.

Chicks normally hate buffets. Just goes to show that Disney World does everything right…even buffets.

I LOVE buffets. Then I don't have to commit to a certain dish but can play the field. I'm more of a sampler when it comes to food.

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.

Whew! Crisis averted!

the snarly woman

I'm confused--why was she snarly? She wasn't happy? Her hair wasn't combed? 'Splain, please!

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.

NEVER piss off Pooh. That's just common knowledge.

think of the children. Think of sweet, pure little Patrick.

When Patrick makes it to the Crystal Palace, I think Dan should stay at the table once Pooh heads around and you should head to the restroom. Think of your child. He should not have to lead a Pooh-less existence. Okay, that sounds gross.

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.

There's a pretty picture.

 

[hucifer]

Too bad you couldn't have been there for Dan's formative years.

I would have been quite the influence.

Absolutely! If you live in my neighborhood, you can extend it all through any month above 85*, apparently. One house still has red, white and blue bunting up.

There's something to be said for patriotism.

May the Schwartz be with you!

So...you have the ring.
And I see your Schwartz is as big as mine.

HEY - guess what?! I finally got it - Tusker House!!!

You won't regret it!
At least...I hope not.

Sorry, must have been in those other TRs I was reading.....

Stop getting us confused.

Sorry, not a FIST man....

Leaving that one alone.

NOW who's hung up on size???

[raises hand]

Apology accepted!

I wasn't apologizing.

That is strange. I thought maybe it was what was next to your bed, where Dan ends up after making an ill-advised comment and you re-introduce him to your VERY big fists

What happens in the bedroom...is none of yo bizness.

Not so hard to believe you USED to, no. Then again, even now it is rather believeable during a July trip to Disney. I think I even saw one melt last year when Glenn walked by!

Glenn can make anyone swoon.

And here I thought all along it was for OUR enjoyment.

You keep thinking that.

I thought these WERE Dan's formative years....

You got me there.

C'mon, you know that you're funny....you're just fishing for a compliment. Well, you're not going to guilt me into telling you how funny you are...that's for sure. You funny people are all alike.

Fine...you make me laugh. I hope you're satisfied.

Listen, I think I'm hilarious. It's the people around me who disagree.

I believe that I had just mentioned the # of times I had laughed out loud whilst reading your TR immediately above these comments....and yet I'm the one catching grief for not paying attention. Ironic, don't you think?

A little tooooo ironic.
And yeah, I really do think.

Well I should hope so...because I'm laying it on pretty thick.

Your brain is a thick candy shell.

 

[hucifer]

Sigh...I just feel like I'm falling further and further behind! But I'm hopeful that, unlike me, you'll spend Labor Day weekend with your family and friends doing end of the summer stuff and I'll be able to catch up. I can't believe I'm begging you not to update this weekend.

Good thing we're coming to the end of this sucker.

No worries, I'll be here when you catch up.

I do have to say that I really admire you for this solo trip, Wendy. I'm usually the one that loves to go to the movies alone and has no problem eating out alone and I'm even fine wandering around the theme parks for short periods of time on my own but I don't think I could do a whole solo trip. You've got moxie, girl!

Well thanks, Amy. It was actually something I've wanted to do for some years now. It was just a matter of having the right circumstances. Hooray for truck classes!

Well, that's just sad. Everyone I hold the door for tells me that. That's just the polite thing to do, isn't it?

It's the LEAST they could have done. Sheesh.

That's telling 'em!

That was a Seinfeld quote. That nobody seemed to notice.
I tell you, lots of these Seinfeld references are zooming by with barely a nod. I didn't think I was a lone Seinfeld fan.

[scratches head]

You didn't yell, "Take a picture, it lasts longer! POW!"?

I did not.

Well, she was obviously extremely busy just watching you walk down Main Street.

True, true.

I would just love to know the explanation for this.

You and me both. Good thing I had my camera.

I LOVE buffets. Then I don't have to commit to a certain dish but can play the field. I'm more of a sampler when it comes to food.

Hmmmm...and you're female. Very strange.

I'm confused--why was she snarly? She wasn't happy? Her hair wasn't combed? 'Splain, please!

She was crabby. She wasn't liking her job. According to V, she is underpaid, underappreciated, and overworked.

NEVER piss off Pooh. That's just common knowledge.

Well I know NOW.

When Patrick makes it to the Crystal Palace, I think Dan should stay at the table once Pooh heads around and you should head to the restroom. Think of your child. He should not have to lead a Pooh-less existence. Okay, that sounds gross.

Yes it does, but it's also good advice.

There's a pretty picture.

Well, I was hungry.

 

[hucifer]

Quoting you: It's taken either from Wuthering Heights or Great Expectations. Honestly, I quote from both of them so much I cannot remember which one anymore.

You’re so refined.

I know.

Quoting you: It's a Puddy quote.

Okay, maybe not.

I'm refined! I am! Okay, to prove it, how's THIS for a classic literary quote:

Malvert pee red.

Quoting you: I've been known to creep out a family or two in my day.

This TR has had a surprise at every turn.

I know how to keep my readers engaged.

Quoting Glennbo123: Hey, I'm curious...that picture of Patrick in your signature -- the posture, the look on his face, the hands in his pockets, is that totally Dan?

I was thinking more like the UPS guy.

Look what brown did for me.

Quoting you: Poncho be damned, that stupid thing didn’t do anything to keep me dry.

No but it made for excellent material here on your TR. Did you put it back in your fanny pack (that you didn’t have)?

Quoting you: I take a spoonful and…wait for it….wait for it…um…ew. Too sweet. Not doing anything for me.

What a loser.

Yer mamma.

Quoting you: yellow will simply ruin the whole patriotic theme I’ve got going on down there.

One minute you’re talking about Dole Whip and the next minute you’re talking about “what you’ve got going on down there.” Unbelievable. No wonder people won’t take your picture, weirdos talk to you on the singles line and characters give you the finger. Heck foreigners want no part of you and they’ll talk to anyone.

Quoting you: Then I text my sister, and it became a drawn-out texting conversation

Surprising since your first text said “Hey bee-otch, guess where I am and you’re not?”

She's a much better person than I.

Quoting you: Jeez, way to be observant all these years, girl. Between this and the Splash Mountain bridge, what else have I missed?

Did you ever notice that big castle at the end of Main Street……

Now that you mention it...

Quoting Marvali: Is this supposed to be some sort of metaphor about your honeymoon???

Bazinga.

Gesundheit.

Quoting Aimros: Whooooeeeeeeee! Just read all 49 pages of that lovely trip report...

Oh look, someone else who just finished Amy’s trip report.

Certainly no one would describe MY trip report as "lovely."

Quoting you: My advice is to bring a little notepad with you in the parks so that you can write down the unusual things that happen throughout the days. When you get home, the notes somehow turn into a story.

Unless you’re Wendy where everything is unusual. In that case it turns into a biography. A big biography. (Hey, you like using alliteration and I like using words that start with the same letter.)

I can be a bit verbose. Very verbose. Very vividly verbose and vegetarian.

Quoting you: When you write a TR, it helps you remember the trip vividly for years and years.

I can’t even remember what you did on Day 3.

There's a table of contents on the first post. Know it, learn it, use it.

Quoting you: "Shake Your Love" is rattling around in there, too.

Did you know Debbie Gibson was a Mouseketeer? Not really. I just didn’t know how else to note that I knew the song was by Debbie Gibson without sounding as dorky as you.

Oh don't worry, Lou. You don't sound dorky. You sound gay.

Quoting you: I'm thisclose to finishing. Honest!

Didn’t Sally tell that to Harry too?

I think it was Diane Keaton in Annie Hall.

Quoting Glennbo123: Too bad you couldn't have been there for Dan's formative years.

Being married to Wendy I would think Dan’s formative years will never end.

Lou

Dan has so much to learn...

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

Your brain is a thick candy shell.

Yer....yer brain has the....shell on it. (this could potentially go on forever....love this movie)