Boss Hogg
<font color=green>It's 5 o'clock somewhere<br><fon
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Right then kids, are we all sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
Firstly the customary “who’s here” section.
Well there’s me, some people call me Flo – but they’re all mad!
Deb, some people call her insane, but I prefer to say whatever she says I want to.
Et al.
Which is a trifle impersonal if you ask me, so,
Kev, some people call him Maurice – if they’re old enough!
Tam, some people call her Tamara, however some Americans get confused and call her Camaro!
India, some people call her Pakistan, but that just opens a whole can of worms!
Georgia, some people call her peachy;
Susan, some people call her a Yankee – but only if they’ve a death wish!!
Lu Beth, some people call her Lu Beth
So to the day’s activities. We are scheduled to meet the remainder of our gang at 9am SHARP. We are there is good time, as we have the good sense to drive and not get on a ruddy bus!! We also have a parking space right near the entrance to the TTC – maybe they DO know who we are!
We are in place at the front of MK in good time and watch the opening ceremony, which we have never seen before – a most pleasant diversion.
The "Mayor"
General merriment
Don't forget it all started with some guy dressed up as 6ft rodent
BANG
We meet “et al” at the assigned point and we are off.
We are touring a WDW park for the first time this trip with the Stringers and Herr Captain Stringer has us frog marching from ride to ride – I think at one point we even have 2 mins to enjoy ourselves (just keep it between you and me!!). In all seriousness, it is very hot and walking from ride to ride is hot work, also MK is a “Dry park” so one cannot even numb the pain!!
It would appear that a small film franchise called Pirates of the Caribbean has had something of an impact!
We enjoy the rides, despite the fact that Kev cheats on Buzz Lightyear and beats me – not sure my gun is working correctly.
As is always the case, Deb and Kev seem unable to contain themselves when it comes to Carousel of Progress - sadly I have no pictures, but luckily I have no video!!
Lunch is taken at Pecos Bill which is pleasant, if rather busy, but gives us a chance to have a sit down and relax – but the downside is It’s definitely NOT 5’o’clock somewhere!!.
As this has been our first day we are starting to flag a little and decide to leave the Fuhrer and the Stringer Youth to get on with it. We have a stroll around and take a few pics, pop in a few of the shops and head back to SSR.
Deb’s pretty whacked so has a bit of a shushy whilst I acquaint myself with the TV and Mr Yuengling (well it is, finally, 5’o’clock somewhere!).
The rest of our touring group arrive a little later for a bit of a rece at our unit and we head off to the Turf Club for dinner. Now I’m not a huge fan of this place, and sadly my steak is not great. The “bar area” is little more than a youth centre. Whilst I am sure it is not terribly PC I like a drink in a suitable area before dinner, and not such place exists at SSR, which I find something of a negative point for the resort.
Meal imbibed we head off to the Adventurers Club for some light relief! As before we have a very enjoyable night here. At one stage I am even enticed onto the stage by the foxy looking maid, who, in all fairness has had her eye on me all night – well heeellllooooo little lady!! She, and the rest of the room, is impressed by my display on stage – much better than when Herr Stringer is on later in the evening poncing around. There is one very serious and disappointing issue I must report on. At one point the feisty maid has cause to bend over, and she is wearing the most enormous frilly knickers – what’s that all about??
As the evening progresses Deb gets increasingly tired so we give up at around 12.20 and wander back to SSR, which is not too much of a walk, especially as the temperature is now a little more bearable.
Firstly the customary “who’s here” section.
Well there’s me, some people call me Flo – but they’re all mad!
Deb, some people call her insane, but I prefer to say whatever she says I want to.
Et al.
Which is a trifle impersonal if you ask me, so,
Kev, some people call him Maurice – if they’re old enough!
Tam, some people call her Tamara, however some Americans get confused and call her Camaro!
India, some people call her Pakistan, but that just opens a whole can of worms!
Georgia, some people call her peachy;
Susan, some people call her a Yankee – but only if they’ve a death wish!!
Lu Beth, some people call her Lu Beth
So to the day’s activities. We are scheduled to meet the remainder of our gang at 9am SHARP. We are there is good time, as we have the good sense to drive and not get on a ruddy bus!! We also have a parking space right near the entrance to the TTC – maybe they DO know who we are!
We are in place at the front of MK in good time and watch the opening ceremony, which we have never seen before – a most pleasant diversion.
The "Mayor"
General merriment
Don't forget it all started with some guy dressed up as 6ft rodent
BANG
We meet “et al” at the assigned point and we are off.
We are touring a WDW park for the first time this trip with the Stringers and Herr Captain Stringer has us frog marching from ride to ride – I think at one point we even have 2 mins to enjoy ourselves (just keep it between you and me!!). In all seriousness, it is very hot and walking from ride to ride is hot work, also MK is a “Dry park” so one cannot even numb the pain!!
It would appear that a small film franchise called Pirates of the Caribbean has had something of an impact!
We enjoy the rides, despite the fact that Kev cheats on Buzz Lightyear and beats me – not sure my gun is working correctly.
As is always the case, Deb and Kev seem unable to contain themselves when it comes to Carousel of Progress - sadly I have no pictures, but luckily I have no video!!
Lunch is taken at Pecos Bill which is pleasant, if rather busy, but gives us a chance to have a sit down and relax – but the downside is It’s definitely NOT 5’o’clock somewhere!!.
As this has been our first day we are starting to flag a little and decide to leave the Fuhrer and the Stringer Youth to get on with it. We have a stroll around and take a few pics, pop in a few of the shops and head back to SSR.
Deb’s pretty whacked so has a bit of a shushy whilst I acquaint myself with the TV and Mr Yuengling (well it is, finally, 5’o’clock somewhere!).
The rest of our touring group arrive a little later for a bit of a rece at our unit and we head off to the Turf Club for dinner. Now I’m not a huge fan of this place, and sadly my steak is not great. The “bar area” is little more than a youth centre. Whilst I am sure it is not terribly PC I like a drink in a suitable area before dinner, and not such place exists at SSR, which I find something of a negative point for the resort.
Meal imbibed we head off to the Adventurers Club for some light relief! As before we have a very enjoyable night here. At one stage I am even enticed onto the stage by the foxy looking maid, who, in all fairness has had her eye on me all night – well heeellllooooo little lady!! She, and the rest of the room, is impressed by my display on stage – much better than when Herr Stringer is on later in the evening poncing around. There is one very serious and disappointing issue I must report on. At one point the feisty maid has cause to bend over, and she is wearing the most enormous frilly knickers – what’s that all about??
As the evening progresses Deb gets increasingly tired so we give up at around 12.20 and wander back to SSR, which is not too much of a walk, especially as the temperature is now a little more bearable.
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