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

[Peter Panic Attack]

Fake...fake...fake

Well well, if it isn't the first lady of the American Theatre. What brings you here?

I’m taking the Magical Journeys bus back to the airport since Jakie stole the car from me several days ago,

Got to be honest…..I had completely forgotten about Jakie.

In any case, the suitcase was stuffed and heavy and awkward to handle as I roll it down the empty streets of Port Orleans. Not unlike my rear end these days.

That’s you’re second keister reference already this post…..for those keeping score at home.

But when I checked into the Panda Express counter

That’s funny….but now I'm hungry for orange chicken.

And then I feel bad for having an insincere facial expression. Perhaps that’s why I felt obligated to moon him.

in some cultures....mooning is considered a bad thing

“Never mind,” I mumble, bowing my head and taking the Walk of Shame away from the counter. “I’ll just eat a paper bag or something.”

Don’t do it. Paper bags take years to digest. The average person has over five pounds of undigested paper products in their colon.

Over to my right is the sweetest old woman I’ve ever seen. She’s knitting a potholder.

What you call sweet….I call an egregious breach in airline security. It's a miracle one of those needles didn't end up in the pilots neck. I'd have wrestled her to the ground and called for the sky marshall.

Sam smiled with his whole face.

Very funny….I enjoyed your whole Granny Mae story by the way….I could almost taste that first cola.

 

[norybell]

BTW,I die a little every time someone uses "it's" in the possessive.

Me, too. Its torture.

Just kidding, it's torture!

Woo HOO! I’m leaving Disney World! I’m going home!

That's only the eighth time in recorded history such statements have been made in joy. The other seven times were uttered by my dad. I expect the ninth time will probably be coming from my DH.

I’m dancing around the room in my underthings, jiggling my big butt, singing crappy tween songs, grabbing clothes, and stuffing them into the suitcase.

What, no video?

I’m in my seat and ready for the ride home. Over to my right is the sweetest old woman I’ve ever seen. She’s knitting a potholder. You just don’t see old women knitting (potholders or otherwise) anymore. She probably spent most of her life never stepping onto one of these flying contraptions and was mighty glad for it. But these days you can’t just travel from one town to the next without one. Why, back in her day people walked. Or took a bicycle. Or, if you were rich enough, one of those horseless carriages. Her name is something like Gertrude or Rose or Mae, and she lives alone in a tiny two-bedroom cottage on fourteen acres in the middle of prairie land. Her husband Hank died about five years ago ever since The Cancer took his life. She was born in that very house some 82 years back, just like her four siblings. These days her daughter and two sons and their families live about 20 miles south of the cottage, in that big city town that used to be nothing more than a general store and a post office back in the day. She had to walk to that little town twice a week, her mother sending her out for an occasional loaf of bread or the weekly post pickup. Sam Gruthers and his wife Minnie owned the store. They were good folk, always friendly with everyone. Sam smiled with his whole face. He sometimes offered penny candy to Mae when she would come into the store. Minnie was a large and jolly woman who laughed at just about anything, but who also worked like a farm horse. The good Lord never blessed them with children, so they loved every child they met, and treated them as their own. Lester Lewston ran the post. He was seventy years old, never married, and as stubborn as a mule. But he always seemed to have a soft spot for Mae. He would smile down at her, showing off his missing tooth, handing her the post and telling her to say hi to her mom for him. Life was simpler back then.

She remembered her first taste of cola. Mr. Gruthers offered her a taste when he got his first shipment. It was so bubbly! It tickled her nose and made her belch. But it was cold and delicious and nothing like anything she had ever tasted, certainly nothing like the well water from behind the house. She had begged her mother to let her buy some, but they never seemed to have enough money for such luxuries.

She remembered her first kiss. It wasn’t with her husband, either. It was with Felix Burns. His dad had a farm on Sullivan Road. Back in those days if you let a boy kiss you, you were “one of those” girls. But it was only a kiss, and she was so in love with Felix. When he went off to fight the war, she knew deep down in her heart that she’d never see him again. It was about two years later that she met Hank. Hank was very different from Felix, but he was kind and gentle and very devoted to her. He was a wonderful husband and a great father, right up to the day he went to see Jesus.
---------

So these idyllic and warm thoughts are floating through my head about this woman I’ve never met. I want her to look up at me just so I can smile at her, so I can remind her that there are still good folk around; that there is a little of the time she left so long ago before she returns to that little two-bedroom cottage and the simple life that’s waiting for her again.

Mae never looks up at me. For the entire plane ride she knits. When the plane finally lands, she stops knitting, puts down her needles, and gently folds her poldholder. She leans over, opens her purse, puts the potholder inside of it. Then she pulls out her cell phone and checks her messages.

[record scratches]

Wait…what?

Well, that idyllic image is totally blown. I suppose the next thing she’s going to do is crank Primal Scream on her iPod while texting her boyfriend in Los Angeles that the potholder he wanted her to make is bothering her arthritis, and if he wants one so badly he can just go to Bed Bath and Beyond and buy one himself. I mean, who does he think she is, anyway? Grandma Mae? It’s not like potholders cost an arm and a leg these days! And where the hell is that flight attendant? She ordered that bourbon and cola ages ago.

This part is just so awesome I had to re-post it in its entirety.

Best. Thing. Ever.

Oh, yeah, one more thing. I don't want the story to end so now it would be great if you could either continue with the fake Disney trip stories or if you could just give us updates on your daily life. I can't wait 2-3 years. I'm going to kidnap your whole family and take you to WDW with me this spring.

Seriously! Pretty puh-leeeeeeeeease?

 

[GreatBiscuit]

Fantastic wrap up Hucifree. Thanks so much for taking us along to trucking school with you. If I had ping pong ball, I'd toss one to ya!. Heck, I'd toss a whole gaggle of 'em to ya! Job well done my veggie loving friend. Job well done.

 

[1moremile]

What an awesome welcome home! Kept looking for the 'like' button on many of the posts, LOL! If everyone chipped in a few bucks you COULD go back and we could enjoy another TR!

 

[mmeb144]

Loved your pic of Patrick. It's so good to be home after some time away from the family.

 

[hucifer]

This brought tears to my eyes....so sweet. Your little guy is so cute. I just gotta say, I loved your TR. Your humour and witt is awesome and made for great reading!! I'm kinda sad it's over.

Hi MickeyFan! Welcome to the end of my TR!
Thank you so much for posting. I'm glad you enjoyed this beast of a TR. I'm kind of sad about it ending myself...I love to write and this is a great outlet for that.

Sounds like a great new show for Downtown Disney, West Side.

Come to think of it, I DID hear faint applause when I was done.

Now there's a reference! You're showing your age.

What? She's still fat, you know.

I was going to ask if you had reverted back to talking about the suitcase, but I guess the answer is the same if you were talking about the suitcase or about your butt.

They're interchangeable.

You're so nice! That's beats a monetary tip or one of those lousy comment cards any day!

That's what I thought. Give 'em a gift that lasts forever, I always say. Unlike those lousy comment cards.

I just heard Dan exclaim "Amen" all the way over here in Pennsylvania.

Funny you mention it...just last night at dinner Dan was complaining about me being fickle...and passing that trait down to Patrick.

I hope this doesn't mean you're going to stop...just because you reached home. Keep writing and we'll read it. (Heck, at least tell us about Hawaii.) If this is the end, well, thanks for the GREAT trip report Hucifer! It's so entertaining to read your stuff -- I need my Hucifix!

Hucifix? That is awesome! I love it!

Yes, it means I'm stopping. I simply do not have anything else to write about. I guess I COULD write a trip report about our Hawaiian cruise next year, but I doubt this Mouse-loving audience wouldn't be too receptive to it.

Thanks for the compliment, buddy. I appreciate it.

I literally had a Grandma Mae, and she was a short buxom, feisty spit-fire of a woman. She was a head chef and ran a tight ship in her kitchens. She wasn't a drinker, but did deck a rube at my sister's wedding reception. So, I am thinking that alcohol made her bullet proof. She was a hoot! But she had the softest shoulders, the best hugs, and could never let a stranger go hungry on her watch. We never knew what extra guests would show up for dinner, which was no small sacrifice for a lady that was helping her daughter raise 4 daughters of her own. I miss her muchly!!

Hello there, Javamom. Thanks for posting!
See, now your Grandma Mae sounds like a character out of an old novel. Which is exactly what I was trying to achieve. They just don't make 'em like that anymore, do they?

We mommies are so weird.

I am just a HUGE fan of checking my luggage at the hotel and prancing off to the airport with just my purse. Which is pretty heavy but not as bad as my suitcase.

What the hell do you keep in your purse? a bowling ball or something?

Your airline is a purveyor of fast food Chinese now?

I kept forgetting the name of that damn bus. I knew I was close, though.

You know that each time you took that one more time pee break, another bus loaded up and left while you were gone, right?

That would explain things.

I had to stop playing the Soarin' music in the car because it made me close my eyes and imagine the ride.

It's okay as long as you're not driving.

Now you know why the line was taking so long.

Stupid 10am breakfast rule.

I think they owed you that bottle of water by that point!

I was so close to being a fugitive that day.

What a great story! Usually, the little old women I'm seated next to on a plane spend the trip telling me this kind of story.

I bet that makes for an interesting flight.

There's no place like home. There's no place like home.

There's no place like Detroit. There's no place like Detroit.

Well, THAT is the sweetest thing EVER! Of course, Patrick needs some lessons on how to make Mama feel guilty for going to WDW without him.

Fortunately, he was too young to understand exactly what I had done.

Oh, yeah, one more thing. I don't want the story to end so now it would be great if you could either continue with the fake Disney trip stories or if you could just give us updates on your daily life. I can't wait 2-3 years. I'm going to kidnap your whole family and take you to WDW with me this spring.

Aw, that was sweet. You're going to kidnap my family and take us to WDW with you. I bet THAT would be an interesting trip report. Wendy and Amy take on the World...with family in tow.

I totally agree with this. From now on just make up some stories. I will start you off. You walk in the door so relieved to finally be back with your family after your solo trip. Your husband is waiting for you with bags packed. And he says "SURPRISE! You're going back to Disney. And we're coming too!!" and then your son is all, "SURPRISE MOMMY!!" and the Lifetime movie music swells. And everyone cries. And then a Magical Express bus pulls right up to your house. And Mickey is driving. Off you go!!!

I like where this is starting. Mickey, our own personal driver? Of course, that would freak out Patrick, who is terrified of characters.

Anyway. If I had a million dollars I would send you straight back to the world b/c I am going to miss your TR updates.

Seriously, that is really nice to read!

I hope you guys are returning to Disney World soon (like, for real, not in a bus driven by a mouse) so I can live vicariously through your hilarious adventures. The whole thing about Grandma Mae had me cracking up because I do the same thing with strangers I see, imagining what they're life is like as if I'm writing a screenplay or something. And speaking of writing, you are so so good at it and also a very lucky woman. My heart swelled when I saw the picture of your son waiting for you!! Now take that kid to Disney!

Thank you so much! That made me feel all nice and tingly inside.

No, believe it or not, I'm Disney-ed out for awhile (I know, that's blasphemy around here). That last solo trip last year sealed it for me. We will take Patrick when he's five or six...in two or three years.

 

[hucifer]

Well well, if it isn't the first lady of the American Theatre. What brings you here?

All right, let's go. I give you half an hour.

Got to be honest…..I had completely forgotten about Jakie.

Loubon will be all over this comment. He'll mention something about how much older we've all grown since this TR started or something.

That’s you’re second keister reference already this post…..for those keeping score at home.

That's really nice of you.

That’s funny….but now I'm hungry for orange chicken.

So was I! And I'm vegetarian...how weird is that?

in some cultures....mooning is considered a bad thing

Not in this one apparently. The cast member stuck a comment card in my crack to show his appreciation.

Don’t do it. Paper bags take years to digest. The average person has over five pounds of undigested paper products in their colon.

Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?

What you call sweet….I call an egregious breach in airline security. It's a miracle one of those needles didn't end up in the pilots neck. I'd have wrestled her to the ground and called for the sky marshall.

Sounds like you would make an excellent sky marshall yourself there, soldier.

Very funny….I enjoyed your whole Granny Mae story by the way….I could almost taste that first cola.

Good times.

Me, too. Its torture.

Just kidding, it's torture!

AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!

That's only the eighth time in recorded history such statements have been made in joy. The other seven times were uttered by my dad. I expect the ninth time will probably be coming from my DH.

Isn't it weird to say "husband" now? It took forever to get used to calling mine that.

What, no video?

Yes, it's on YouTube and Hulu. You haven't seen it yet?

This part is just so awesome I had to re-post it in its entirety.

Why, thank you.

Best. Thing. Ever.

He really is.

Seriously! Pretty puh-leeeeeeeeease?

You guys are too sweet.

Fantastic wrap up Hucifree. Thanks so much for taking us along to trucking school with you. If I had ping pong ball, I'd toss one to ya!. Heck, I'd toss a whole gaggle of 'em to ya! Job well done my veggie loving friend. Job well done.

Aww...you remembered the ping pong balls. I'll take your gaggle of them, sir, and thank you very much.

[curtsy]

What an awesome welcome home! Kept looking for the 'like' button on many of the posts, LOL! If everyone chipped in a few bucks you COULD go back and we could enjoy another TR!

Hello there OneMoreMile and welcome to the end!
If all of you are willing to chip in a dollar, I'll gladly take them all to WDW.

Loved your pic of Patrick. It's so good to be home after some time away from the family.

It really, really was.

 

[NMAmy]

What the hell do you keep in your purse? a bowling ball or something?

I can't believe the self-proclaimed Queen of Overpacking is dissing the heaviness of my purse. It's all stuff I need, ok?

There's no place like Detroit. There's no place like Detroit.

Thank heavens. Just kidding--some of my favorite people live in Detroit.

Aw, that was sweet. You're going to kidnap my family and take us to WDW with you. I bet THAT would be an interesting trip report. Wendy and Amy take on the World...with family in tow.

I'm glad you thought it was sweet and not stalkerish because it really could have gone either way and I was hopeful you'd take it in the spirit it was intended. Which was not stalkerish.

And, frankly, a Wendy/Amy trip report would be the best freaking trip report EVER! Think about Lou and how much he'd enjoy that.

Oh, and you can totally email your Hawaii trip report installments to Lou and I. We'll be happy to critique it for you.

 

[PrincessV]

Woo HOO! I’m leaving Disney World! I’m going home!

That's for you.
That's for the rest of us. Because we're not at all ready to let this report go.

Not unlike my rear end these days. But luckily I only had to drag it to the main building. Disney folk would take care of it the rest of the way.

Your rear?

I mean, I didn’t even have to remove my scarf to obtain said beads. Although, as a measure of my gratitude, I did moon him.

How did you manage this when Magical Journeys was in charge of your rear? Just sayin'.

I suppose the next thing she’s going to do is crank Primal Scream on her iPod while texting her boyfriend in Los Angeles that the potholder he wanted her to make is bothering her arthritis, and if he wants one so badly he can just go to Bed Bath and Beyond and buy one himself. I mean, who does he think she is, anyway? Grandma Mae? It’s not like potholders cost an arm and a leg these days! And where the hell is that flight attendant? She ordered that bourbon and cola ages ago.

Yeah, it’s good to be home.

Oh.
My.

Now there's a reference! You're showing your age.

The fact that we know of what she's talking shows ours, too!


Wendy, thank you so much for coming back to share your tale! Okay, I've got it - no more WDW trips for a while. How 'bout telling us some other stories about other trips? Something? Anything? Needless to say this has been a whole lot of fun!

 

[Cap'n Keel]

Loved the ending. Lesson learned -
1- Solo trips suck. You need to share experiences with others.
2- Your boss is a great guy for letting you go to truck class in Mouseville.
3- Your son is scarred for life as Ma-ma went to Disney without him. Who does Diz without taking the kids. :
4- You'll likely never be a Lepidopterist.
5- You could be a Macrobioticgist.
6- You're a good bull $#%^...storyteller.
7- Can't wait for the next episode: Hucifer does Hawaii
8- Do they serve food there? Say it ain't so.

All hail hucifer
Thanks for the story.

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

All right, let's go. I give you half an hour.

It's all George's fault. He got to me. It's a lot of pressure!

Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?

because you mentioned "eating a paperbag"....helllllooooo. Not to mention that fact that undigested paper is a growing epidemic in many developed countries, including the United States....and is arousing increasing concern in developing countries....so I'm just trying to get the word out. Don't hate the playa Hucifer.

By the way...I'm in denial that your outstanding trip report is over....so don't burst my bubble.

 

[__disneygirl]

Thank you so much! That made me feel all nice and tingly inside.

No, believe it or not, I'm Disney-ed out for awhile (I know, that's blasphemy around here). That last solo trip last year sealed it for me. We will take Patrick when he's five or six...in two or three years.

You're welcome, you deserve it for entertaining us so well!

For what it's worth, I think 5 or 6 is the perfect age to take a child for the first time. My parents first took me for my 5th birthday and I remember so many things so vividly.

 

[hucifer]

I can't believe the self-proclaimed Queen of Overpacking is dissing the heaviness of my purse. It's all stuff I need, ok?

Hmmm...ya got me there. Although my luggage is packed to the gills, my purse is quite small and light. I have judged harshly.

[hangs head]

I am sorry for judging your overweight purse.

some of my favorite people live in Detroit.

I know at least one awesome person who lives there.

I'm glad you thought it was sweet and not stalkerish because it really could have gone either way and I was hopeful you'd take it in the spirit it was intended. Which was not stalkerish.

I think we've established a pretty tight, sisterly, non-stalkerish relationship by now.

I got nuthin' but love for you, Amy. And not in a gay way. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

And, frankly, a Wendy/Amy trip report would be the best freaking trip report EVER! Think about Lou and how much he'd enjoy that.

He would wet himself. That's a given.

Oh, and you can totally email your Hawaii trip report installments to Lou and I. We'll be happy to critique it for you.

I bet you would!

That's for you.

It's good to be with my family again.

That's for the rest of us. Because we're not at all ready to let this report go.

Thanks V! I think most of the readers would say it was time it ended.

Your rear?

Hells yeah. They better.

How did you manage this when Magical Journeys was in charge of your rear? Just sayin'.

I was still in control of my rear at that point. They had not picked it up yet.

The fact that we know of what she's talking shows ours, too!

Long live Sally Struthers.

Wendy, thank you so much for coming back to share your tale! Okay, I've got it - no more WDW trips for a while. How 'bout telling us some other stories about other trips? Something? Anything? Needless to say this has been a whole lot of fun!

No more writing for awhile. But hey, I have a lot of reading to do! You and Glennbo's TRs are still out there for me to catch up on.

Lesson learned -
1- Solo trips suck. You need to share experiences with others.

No sir, I beg to differ. Solo trips are a blast. They just weren't meant to last more than a few days.

2- Your boss is a great guy for letting you go to truck class in Mouseville.

I cannot begin to describe how awesome my boss is. Sending me to Mouseville is just the icing on the cake. He is also the best boss I've EVER had, hands down. And I know I'm not alone in my assessment at the office. I also have to mention that he is a great friend.

3- Your son is scarred for life as Ma-ma went to Disney without him. Who does Diz without taking the kids. :

[raises hand]

Me. And I'm neither ashamed nor embarrassed about it.

4- You'll likely never be a Lepidopterist.

I fail to see how Leprichans have anything to do with my trip report.

5- You could be a Macrobioticgist.

Hmm...that's a word that Google didn't recognize. But yes, I am all about the food. You eat to live. I live to eat. It's a major difference between us, one you will never fully understand nor appreciate.

6- You're a good bull $#%^...storyteller.

I tell it like it is, Cap'n. It's refreshing and honest and pure.

7- Can't wait for the next episode: Hucifer does Hawaii

Me neither!

8- Do they serve food there? Say it ain't so.

So I read. Lucky me!

All hail hucifer
Thanks for the story.

Thank YOU, buddy. Thanks a million for letting me have a story to tell!

It's all George's fault. He got to me. It's a lot of pressure!

You know I'm a little hungry. You wouldn't happen to have any of that mango left?

because you mentioned "eating a paperbag"....helllllooooo. Not to mention that fact that undigested paper is a growing epidemic in many developed countries, including the United States....and is arousing increasing concern in developing countries....so I'm just trying to get the word out. Don't hate the playa Hucifer.

[smacks forehead]

Dude, dude, DUDE! I'm so disappointed in you. I thought we had a nice little quoting-movie thing going on. This one from Beverly Hlls Cop (which YOU started):

Rosewood: "Wow. You know, it says here that by the time the average American is fifty, he's got five pounds of undigested red meat in his bowels."

Taggart: "Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?"

Rosewood: "Well, you eat a lot of red meat."

Hellllooooooooooo.

By the way...I'm in denial that your outstanding trip report is over....so don't burst my bubble.

Okay. I'm sorry.

For what it's worth, I think 5 or 6 is the perfect age to take a child for the first time. My parents first took me for my 5th birthday and I remember so many things so vividly.

I'm so happy to hear that you remember that! I really didn't think this would be a trip he would remember at 5 or 6, but you give me new hope.

 

[hucifer]

Quoting you: Wait...is that all you got?

You called me lame. I have self esteem issues.

Anyone ever tell you that you need to have thicker skin?

ooh boy, he's going to run with that one.

Quoting you: I’m dancing around the room in my underthings

And here all this time I thought that privacy card was for people who wanted to sleep in late.

Nope. It's also for us almost-naked jigglers.

Quoting you: I’m taking the Magical Journeys

For those of you playing along at home she means the Magical Express. Wendy is that person who stands behind you and calls the Tree of Life the “Tree of Reality” and Spaceship Earth “the big golf ball”.

I didn't realize that my trip reports required a translator, but thank you!

Quoting you: the suitcase was stuffed and heavy and awkward to handle

I swear you used those words to describe yourself after one of your meals. Seems you’ve gotten so used to cutting and pasting me that you started to do it for yourself.

I've simply run out of witty phrases. It became obvious even to me that it was time for this trip report to end.

Quoting you: Not unlike my rear end these days. But luckily I only had to drag it to the main building. Disney folk would take care of it the rest of the way.

The suitcase or your rear end?

Both, actually.

Quoting you: I told Dan that I had an 11:15 flight on my last evening. But when I glanced at my itinerary after I hung up, I noticed that it said 11:30.

Flight times are very much like Manufacturers Suggested Retail Price. Just a guideline.

So I noticed. Apparently when it comes to serving breakfast, however, there is no wiggle room.

Quoting you: They make you wait, like, forever for this bus.

Was it anything like waiting for trip report installments from you?

You never pass an opportunity to rip on me for dragging this thing out, do you?

Quoting you: A cast member, who was awfully perky so early this morning, stops by and starts handing out beads to us folks who were waiting.

I think you got this mixed up with your Mardi Gras trip report.

I didn't mention that the reason I was peeing so much was because I was drinking heavily. Which may explain things.

Quoting you: She’s knitting a potholder.

I’m calling you out on this. No way does security let an old lady on the plane with knitting needles. I’m even surprised they let you on the plane period, but I digress.

Okay, by now the alcohol was wearing off. So I'm pretty sure I saw her knitting or crocheting or whatever old ladies do.

Quoting you: Blah, blah, blah…….He was a wonderful husband and a great father, right up to the day he went to see Jesus.

I understand you’re a vegetarian but you really need to cut down on the mushrooms.

Why? It's makes for better story telling.

Quoting you: So these idyllic and warm thoughts are floating through my head

You sure you didn’t mean idiotic?

Idiotic was informing you that I was writing a new trip report.

Quoting you: So if the flight was uneventful, the images in my head kept me busy for the entire flight.

Really makes me wonder who was doing the pot holding.

What does my spliff have to do with anything?

Quoting NMAmy: Of course, Patrick needs some lessons on how to make Mama feel guilty for going to WDW without him.

Actually, he needs some coloring lessons too. He went a bit out of the lines in a few spots. And I wonder if he had a Plan B in case it rained that morning.

He's two. Give the kid a break.

Quoting PPA: What you call sweet….I call an egregious breach in airline security. It's a miracle one of those needles didn't end up in the pilots neck. I'd have wrestled her to the ground and called for the sky marshall.

See, it’s not just me.

You and Peter should go on a trip together. And then write about it.

Quoting you: And what was the best part? What was waiting for me when I arrived?

So for the past three years that you’ve been writing this report I’ve given you all sorts of grief for a variety of things but as always I must say you certainly know how to end them. And I don’t mean that in a “thank God she’s finally finished” way. Bravo.

Lou

Thanks, Lou. And not for the smart-@$$ comment, either.

 

[AshClan]

Well, I don't suppose I could BE much later to the party. It has, no lie, taken me over a month (maybe 3) to read this whole report, and it was a wonderful ride! You always make me laugh, Hucifer, and this TR was no exception. It was also wonderful to see so many of Lou's witticisms. I miss him. I also got a kick out of Glenn, Marv, Peter, and Amy's posts, along with others. What fun! (And what a list of new TRs I now have to check out.....)

Thank you so much for sharing this story of your solo trip. I'm not sure I could ever get up the nerve to do one (unless it went along with some sort of conference, I suppose), but it was fun to hear your perspectives and get a feel for what it might be like to try it out.

Your Patrick is just the CUTEST. That last photo killed me, dead. And brought tears to my eyes. Not sure how both can happen simultaneously, but, well, they did.

Thanks again for the great story. I will be looking for your next one in a couple of years!!

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

[smacks forehead]

Dude, dude, DUDE! I'm so disappointed in you. I thought we had a nice little quoting-movie thing going on. This one from Beverly Hlls Cop (which YOU started):

Rosewood: "Wow. You know, it says here that by the time the average American is fifty, he's got five pounds of undigested red meat in his bowels."

Taggart: "Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?"

Rosewood: "Well, you eat a lot of red meat."

Hellllooooooooooo.

Beverly Hills Cop? Who starred in that....Charlie Chaplin? I vaguely remember having a hard time concentrating on the movie subtitles because the theater's piano player plunking out the background music kept distracting me...so I guess I missed that part.

By the way....you know I hate being wrong.....and yet you continue to point it out.

hellloooooo.

 

[Loubon]

That was pretty good. And I'm flattered you went through all that trouble to make up quotes attributed to me but if you wanted me to post you just should have asked.

 

[marvali]

Dear, dear Wendy. I am so very sad this roller coaster ride is coming to an end! It has been so much fun tagging along and trying to keep you humble all at the same time! I am going to miss our frequent (well, not so much towards the end with your mysterious disappearance, but....) discourse.

And what was the best part? What was waiting for me when I arrived?

Yeah, it’s good to be home.

Oh well, I guess the Goddess of Trucking has put down her bejeweled crown and resumed her role as Domestic Goddess! Even I was touched by this display of affection from one so innocent! Such a little genius mastering his writing and artistic skills while Mommy was away!

There's no place like Detroit. There's no place like Detroit.

And for that, the rest of us are so very thankful!

 

[norybell]

OK, before you go, I have a favor to ask -- can you tell me how to do the quotes that embed quotes from other people? Like, when you're quoting someone quoting someone else? Something like this (just imagine the DIS formatting here), like in your Loubon response above:

Quoting hucifer:
Quoting you: blah blah blah blah blah
Hilarious response to blah blah blah blah blah!

I can only figure out how to do it manually, copying the original quotes and stuff...is there an easier way?

Isn't it weird to say "husband" now? It took forever to get used to calling mine that.

Yes, it is very strange. Strange and wonderful. How long will it take before it becomes de rigueur, and doesn't make me happy every time? (I'm hoping for a long time, but hey, I'm realistic)

No, believe it or not, I'm Disney-ed out for awhile (I know, that's blasphemy around here). That last solo trip last year sealed it for me. We will take Patrick when he's five or six...in two or three years.

Harumph. I guess we have no choice but to be supportive of this crazy Disney-free time in your life.

No sir, I beg to differ. Solo trips are a blast. They just weren't meant to last more than a few days.

 

[NMAmy]

I am sorry for judging your overweight purse.

Hey, now it's just big boned.

I know at least one awesome person who lives there.

Of course you do. Duh! Patrick.

I think we've established a pretty tight, sisterly, non-stalkerish relationship by now.

I got nuthin' but love for you, Amy. And not in a gay way. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Right back at ya, Wendy! What time should I stop by to kidnap you all?

Thanks, Lou. And not for the smart-@$$ comment, either.

It was awfully sweet!

That was pretty good. And I'm flattered you went through all that trouble to make up quotes attributed to me but if you wanted me to post you just should have asked.

HE'S ALIIIVVVEE!!!! It's nice to see you back, Lou!

OK, before you go, I have a favor to ask -- can you tell me how to do the quotes that embed quotes from other people? Like, when you're quoting someone quoting someone else? Something like this (just imagine the DIS formatting here), like in your Loubon response above:

Quoting hucifer:
Quoting you: blah blah blah blah blah
Hilarious response to blah blah blah blah blah!

I can only figure out how to do it manually, copying the original quotes and stuff...is there an easier way?

Not really, it's a WHOLE lotta cutting and pasting! Lou sends everything in one big email so I just cut and pasted the entire email and added the quotes. I wouldn't do it for just anybody, mind, but I just can't keep all of Lou's wittiness to myself. That just wouldn't be fair to the rest of the DIS boards, now, would it?