RickinNYC
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The cast:
Me (37) My name is Rick and I'm addicted to Walt Disney World and Mickey Mouse watches.
Joe (37), my partner of 13 years. He's not-so-much a Disney World fan as I am, but he enjoys himself tremendously.
Vinnie (37), an old childhood friend of Joe's. A professed Disney World fan but after this trip, I doubt it.
Dennis (25, just ask him, he'll tell you), a friend of Vinnie's.
Cameos by:
Jerry (37), Joe's fraternity brother from college who currently resides with his lovely wife
Michelle (30), Jerry's wife
Billy, aka the Prince of Darkness (7), Rick's best friend and evil to the core. Ok, so he's not evil, he's just a cute troublemaker who happens to be covered head to toe in fur, walks on all fours, and has a severe Beggin' Strip addiction. Ok, so he's not really a troublemaker. But trouble seems to find him.
Pre-trip preparations. 10/15 Two days before:
Toothpaste, toothbrushes, razors, shaving cream, hair junk, disposable razors, underwear, socks, comfortable sneakers/shoes, check. T-shirts, shorts, bathing suits, chinos, jeans, nice clothes and fancy shoes for Pleasure Island, check. Off!, contact lens stuff, sunscreen, more hair junk, aftershave lotion, Tylenol, Advil, prescriptions, baby aspirin, extra pairs of glasses, check. Playing cards, Uno, Travel Scrabble, magazines, books, water bottle straps, pins to give away, extra bag to pack souvenirs, chargers for cel phones and camera, Palm Pilot, even more hair junk, Halloween costumes and passes for MNSSHP, check. Travelers checks, cash, check book, credit cards, reservation confirmation numbers for Tiffany and the Boardwalk, e-ticket info for airlines, cel phones, contact info for the demon dog sitter, vets number, landlords number, last minute calls to family to relay itinerary/flight numbers, still more hair junk, check.
All was good with the world. It was Wednesday evening, two days before our upcoming trip. I breathed easy. I sighed contentedly. I closed my eyes to daydream of walking through the turn-styles of the Magic Kingdom. I felt my lips curling into a slight smile. I looked at all the stuff we had packed and chuckled at the absolute ridiculousness of it all.
Nothing could go wrong. Everything was set. Just one more day at work and then vacation bliss for nine wonderful days in the Happiest Place on Earth.
Then a muffled thump from the living room. What the ? Then a slight groan. Whats going on? Hey! What are you doing out there? I shouted.
A slight pause, then Nothing
Then another groan, this time I could tell it was purposefully stifled. What the heck is he doing? I pondered.
I strolled into the living room to find Billy, Prince of Darkness, his ponderous butt waving too and fro, happily wagging his tail and hopping from one paw to the other in excited glee. His eyes shined as if to say, Hey! Whats up? Look what I did! Can I have a Beggin Strip?
And there was Joe, partner of 13 years, love of my life, my best friend and confidante, the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, splayed out face up on the living room floor, a saliva covered, chewed up hedge hog laying next to his head. What are doing?
Nothing he said in a somewhat humiliated tone. Were playing.
Looks like Bills playing. You look like youre laying on the floor.
Nope, were playing. Im just taking a break, he responded casually.
Then how come your face is all squinched up and youre pale and you have little beads of sweat on your forehead? And then it dawned on me. Utter horror fell over me like a bucket of ice water in January. His back! His back is out! The trip wed been planning for 8 months was ruined! All of our plans were going down the tubes! Id have to put all the hair junk back in the medicine chest!
Very calmly, I kneeled down and looked him right in the eye. What happened? I asked, jaws clenched.
Nothing was his response.
Joe. Tell-me-what-happened, I demanded.
Nothing he said yet again.
So I stared. I stared right into his eyes, looming over his prostrate body, not saying a word, glaring, the little muscles on each side of my jaw flexing and relaxing.
Joes eyes shifted to the left then the right. He plucked at invisible lint. He rubbed his nose. But I noticed he hadnt moved an inch otherwise.
So I stared some more.
Quit doing that! Stop staring at me! he shouted.
Knowing he was going to crack any second, I stared and stared, forcing my eyes into little beads of suspicion. Very quietly, through clenched teeth, I demanded, Tell me what happened.
Ok, ok, ok! I was playing with Bill and he jumped up on me and shoved me into the ground and so I fell over and did a back flip and felt something stretch where it shouldnt have and now Im stuck because I hurt my back so I cant move!
Visions of cancelled trips popped into my head. Little Mickeys singing Niener, niener, niener! and blowing a loud raspberry. No Disney World. No Boardwalk. No smoked turkey drumstick.
Looking over at Billy, who trotted over to see what was up. He sniffed Joe and looked up at me. His snout turned up in an absolutely enormous canine grin, tail wagging, still doing the doggy hop. So about that Beggin Strip?
Oh, this was not good.
Me (37) My name is Rick and I'm addicted to Walt Disney World and Mickey Mouse watches.
Joe (37), my partner of 13 years. He's not-so-much a Disney World fan as I am, but he enjoys himself tremendously.
Vinnie (37), an old childhood friend of Joe's. A professed Disney World fan but after this trip, I doubt it.
Dennis (25, just ask him, he'll tell you), a friend of Vinnie's.
Cameos by:
Jerry (37), Joe's fraternity brother from college who currently resides with his lovely wife
Michelle (30), Jerry's wife
Billy, aka the Prince of Darkness (7), Rick's best friend and evil to the core. Ok, so he's not evil, he's just a cute troublemaker who happens to be covered head to toe in fur, walks on all fours, and has a severe Beggin' Strip addiction. Ok, so he's not really a troublemaker. But trouble seems to find him.
Pre-trip preparations. 10/15 Two days before:
Toothpaste, toothbrushes, razors, shaving cream, hair junk, disposable razors, underwear, socks, comfortable sneakers/shoes, check. T-shirts, shorts, bathing suits, chinos, jeans, nice clothes and fancy shoes for Pleasure Island, check. Off!, contact lens stuff, sunscreen, more hair junk, aftershave lotion, Tylenol, Advil, prescriptions, baby aspirin, extra pairs of glasses, check. Playing cards, Uno, Travel Scrabble, magazines, books, water bottle straps, pins to give away, extra bag to pack souvenirs, chargers for cel phones and camera, Palm Pilot, even more hair junk, Halloween costumes and passes for MNSSHP, check. Travelers checks, cash, check book, credit cards, reservation confirmation numbers for Tiffany and the Boardwalk, e-ticket info for airlines, cel phones, contact info for the demon dog sitter, vets number, landlords number, last minute calls to family to relay itinerary/flight numbers, still more hair junk, check.
All was good with the world. It was Wednesday evening, two days before our upcoming trip. I breathed easy. I sighed contentedly. I closed my eyes to daydream of walking through the turn-styles of the Magic Kingdom. I felt my lips curling into a slight smile. I looked at all the stuff we had packed and chuckled at the absolute ridiculousness of it all.
Nothing could go wrong. Everything was set. Just one more day at work and then vacation bliss for nine wonderful days in the Happiest Place on Earth.
Then a muffled thump from the living room. What the ? Then a slight groan. Whats going on? Hey! What are you doing out there? I shouted.
A slight pause, then Nothing
Then another groan, this time I could tell it was purposefully stifled. What the heck is he doing? I pondered.
I strolled into the living room to find Billy, Prince of Darkness, his ponderous butt waving too and fro, happily wagging his tail and hopping from one paw to the other in excited glee. His eyes shined as if to say, Hey! Whats up? Look what I did! Can I have a Beggin Strip?
And there was Joe, partner of 13 years, love of my life, my best friend and confidante, the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, splayed out face up on the living room floor, a saliva covered, chewed up hedge hog laying next to his head. What are doing?
Nothing he said in a somewhat humiliated tone. Were playing.
Looks like Bills playing. You look like youre laying on the floor.
Nope, were playing. Im just taking a break, he responded casually.
Then how come your face is all squinched up and youre pale and you have little beads of sweat on your forehead? And then it dawned on me. Utter horror fell over me like a bucket of ice water in January. His back! His back is out! The trip wed been planning for 8 months was ruined! All of our plans were going down the tubes! Id have to put all the hair junk back in the medicine chest!
Very calmly, I kneeled down and looked him right in the eye. What happened? I asked, jaws clenched.
Nothing was his response.
Joe. Tell-me-what-happened, I demanded.
Nothing he said yet again.
So I stared. I stared right into his eyes, looming over his prostrate body, not saying a word, glaring, the little muscles on each side of my jaw flexing and relaxing.
Joes eyes shifted to the left then the right. He plucked at invisible lint. He rubbed his nose. But I noticed he hadnt moved an inch otherwise.
So I stared some more.
Quit doing that! Stop staring at me! he shouted.
Knowing he was going to crack any second, I stared and stared, forcing my eyes into little beads of suspicion. Very quietly, through clenched teeth, I demanded, Tell me what happened.
Ok, ok, ok! I was playing with Bill and he jumped up on me and shoved me into the ground and so I fell over and did a back flip and felt something stretch where it shouldnt have and now Im stuck because I hurt my back so I cant move!
Visions of cancelled trips popped into my head. Little Mickeys singing Niener, niener, niener! and blowing a loud raspberry. No Disney World. No Boardwalk. No smoked turkey drumstick.
Looking over at Billy, who trotted over to see what was up. He sniffed Joe and looked up at me. His snout turned up in an absolutely enormous canine grin, tail wagging, still doing the doggy hop. So about that Beggin Strip?
Oh, this was not good.
Cool ! another well written and promising-to-be-lengthy trip report 
