sO, thIs is what Happnens wheN the end getS" near.
EverYbody turnAS Nutz.
Rie' Smom, thanks, appreciated. But you have me mixed up with my favorite humorist, Erma Bombeck. She was the best.
Sheridac, sorry, if you were born in the sixties, you're a baby boomer.
Nice try.
150? Hound? wow, Pop is only 74 this time of year.
And Tiggerbell, you can always use this forum to post, you have carte blanche. ( whatever the heck that means.)
Ok, I just poured myself a double shot of Early Times, screw the geritol, to the new, upcoming union of Sheridac and my wing man, Hound.
Now
I think it's time to get these two out of MGM, before he gets in more trouble.
Fantasmic was terrific, as usual, and just when the lights were turned up,
I could see Diane doing the deep breathing thing.
Oh Yeah.
She's gearing up.
You see, this is her finest hour.
Nobody, absolutely nobody, can get out of Fantasmic, faster than Diane.
If you have been there you know what it's like.
A complete madhouse.
Actully scary.
First, you have to make your way up to the walkway via the stairs, then you come down the path into the rest of the park.
I read in someone else's trippy here the best description of it the best.
sorry, I'd give credit if I could remember who said it,
But leaving Fantasmic is like the Running of the Bulls.
Only bloodier.
We always sit right in the center, which means we are no where near the ramp down.
She doesn't hop the benches, even lets families with kids out in front of her.
But then, Look out.
She grabs my hand, and we are "gone" baby.
There are a thousand people ahead of us, no problem, she weaves and dodges, sometimes I have to duck, othertimes I have to jump, I mean Walter Payton would have been in awe.
We get to the bus stop, ON the first bus, I could have sat again, but you know my rule on that. We are back at the resort, and Mickey is still climbing down from the top of the mountain.
I asked her what the motivation was:
"Those were 20 oz. beers."
Ahhh
Back at Pop, I'm feeling a little frazzled.
No, not from the escape, that was exhiliarating, ( why won;'t somebody stop me from using these types of words?)
No, the thing is with me, I know this is the last "real night" we have her.
Yep, got another full day left, but gotta leave the next morning after that.
Early.
Back in the room, she asks;
" So, what do you want, salami? baloney?"
No , hon, want another drink?
I made us each a drink, we took them down the elevator, and just started walking.
Walked past the Bowling pin pool, two kids in it.
Past the Hippy Dippy pool, 20 kids in it.
Down to the lake we went, and walked across the bridge holding hands.
Just stood on the bridge, checkin it out, ( sorry), and it was one of the best times ever, just holding her, and knowing the only real people she has had to talk to in the last two weeks, is me.
No, we don't even have cell phones.
When you can drive 25 hundred miles and share a small room with someone for two weeks and not be at each others throats, that's incredible.
We strolled along the waterfront, reading the generation signs.
This is something you cant do at an All Star resort,
We walk thru the "foosmen" again, and then, back to the room,,
we have baloney sandwiches.
Next morning, a bit of a late start, our last day here and we're going to Epcot. We both go down together and get our coffee and tea, and paper, then head over to the bowling pin pool.
nope, no yo yo's for me, thank you very much.
Thankfully, no special effects today,,,, although I kept staring at a bowling pin sayin, " go ahead, make my day".
sorry guys, gotta run, tomollow,
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