As you read this feel sympathy for the de,,,Smidgy.
With the demise of her favorite soap opera, this is now
day 5 of No Life to Live.
Back in the room that Monday afternoon, we changed quickly and after grabbing our stuff we headed down to the Kidani side of the resort, it was about 1:15 or so, not a good time to go in search of good lounge chairs and tables.
What I can't rember is just how we got there;
did we walk? Take the shuttle? Hop a DD bus that stops there next? Rickshaw?
But we did get there.
Unfortunately, the Yellow Jacket had already set up shop, and that made finding nice chairs near the pool but away from him, even harder. Yes, this was our first male yellow jacket. He was about 19 years old, with all the exhuberance of a 12 year old on a sugar high, and he also seemed new at the job.
What he lacked in planning and a schedule, he made up for in volume.
After we got settled in a couple of loungers, we tried the slide, and it's ok, not one of the best from what I remember but at least there weren't any ribs to hurt your back as you slide over them.
But it really is pretty here, no idea how it got so lush already, but it looks like it's been here for 10 years already.
What we didn't like though was they have the "circle" thing going on here for the loungers too, and we couldn't get chairs at the pools edge, we were sent into the second ring with foliage blocking our view of the pool.
There were two teenage girls with two great chairs in the inner circle, lying there sunbathing, and I considered doing my "Excuse me, but did you see which way that snake went that was right under your chairs here?"
" I want to make sure it wasn't a venomous species, I didn't get a good enough view of him, Oh, and , you might want to be carefull putting on your shoes, they like dark places." "In fact, you'd probably be safest if you just went back up to your room."
This routine worked once in the past, but I just wasn't up for it today, sometimes I get the 'guilts'.
Hate when that happens!
One time Diane did see a racer at Blizzard Beach and went after it shouting "Snake". Five minutes later we could have had our choice of any of the 20 lounge chairs that were in our little sandy copse between palm trees and bushes behind the bar and smoking area.
Now, when we are lying by a pool in lounge chairs, Smidgy is one of those people that will sometimes, unbelievably, actually try to sleep from time to time.
I have never fallen asleep in a lounge chair in my entire life!
She was lying on her stomach, facing away from me and we were still having some love bug hassles, a couple landed on her back and she shooed them away.
Then, no more did.
Oh, they bothered me all right, but they left her alone.
This won't do, it's my only entertainment.
I found a straw on the ground by my chair, and leaned over and lightly touched her back with it.
But, holy smokes, I wasn' t prepared for how fast her head could spin around like Linda Blair's, and she caught me.
No, she did not see the humor in the situation.
Ok, jigs up, I left her alone and hid in my book when she
said, "Don't do it again."
Then she said, "I mean it, don't do it again."
I assumed she wanted to make sure her point was taken and I didn't even look up and just grunted ok.
What I didn't realize is that more bugs landed on runway Smidgy and that was what she was talking about.
When she finally said, "I'm not going to tell you again to stop it", I was ready to say,, "Thank Goodness, I was wondering when you
were going to stop complaining about me", but I looked up
and saw them myself and got out of my chair and walked around to her side, that is still facing away from me.
This definately reminds me of a time that I think happened at French Quarter, when this huge blackbird ended up perched on her back as she tried to nap,
and she blamed me for that too.
She sees me, and jumps up shaking off love bugs in a frantic dance that Jim Carrey might have done.
When she was done I wanted to say, "****aka" to see if she'd do it again, but I didn't.
There's something about finding out that what you thought was somebody trying to immitate bugs crawling on you, is really bugs crawling on you, that can freak you out.
But this Yellow Jacket de jour was the worst of them, and we barely lasted over an hour. I knew one thing though, I blew it here.
This would have been a great pool to come to early in the morning I believe, and I never did. Afternoon? Not so much.
Back in the room I took one more shot from our balcony.
A late night last night, rope drop, lunch at Prime Time and then pool and sun time really had both of us beat, and the bed looked really inviting, but there was no time to slow down now.
Before we changed out of our suits, I told her I'd flip her for who has to go for ice,
she agreed and picked up a quarter that was lying on the table.
But I was in the crouch, arms out wide, feet spread, ready to use my hip.
Again, she didn't see the humor in this and just sat down,
so I picked up the bucket and went for ice. Man, all my jokes and attempts at whimsy are tanking today.
Ice bucket in hand, (again) I decided to just stay on our own floor and walk way way down to the ice room, I don't know why when it's closer a floor below us.
Ahead of me is who I'm guessing is a dad with two little kids, looked like they were checking in and the kids were so excited they were almost literally bouncing off the walls, and yelling a bit.
They then stopped and he fumbled with trying to open the door on my left as I approached.
Just then the door opposite them on my right side opened up and a woman who didn't look too good came halfway out and yelled at them to "Keep it down please, some of us are trying to sleep!", and slammed the door as she went back in.
The guy looked shocked, the kids didn't say a word and kind of cowered against him and as I walked past, I just
said not to worry about her, people like that are everywhere, he seemed gratefull that I was on his side.
The little bit I could see of the woman made me think she was all hungover, even though it was late afternoon, and next to her door is a room service tray, with a lot of uneaten food on it, again, not a good sign.
I went on my way and got the ice.
On my way back I paused for a second outside the woman's door, and I could hear her going on about something in the room to somebody else, really loud.
It seemed she was just needing a target to yell at.
And I did the only thing I could think of doing:
the half eaten food on the tray that was next to the door?
well, by the time I had walked past, it was now
directly in front of the door,,,
that opens inward.
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Yes, I considered knocking on the door and then running for it, but there was no where to hide at this stretch of corridor, so I just left it to my imagination as to what happened in the end.
That was good enough.
Triumphantly I returned with my bucket full of ice, mission accomplished, and I handed it to Diane.
"You know, we also need ice for the cooler," and she handed me
a garbage bag.
My one thought was, "Hey, maybe something's happened already with the tray getting stepped into," and I can go check it out,
but then another little Nebo appeared in my head saying,
"but if she does step in it or not, if she see's you again
she is definately going to blame you."
I played it safe and went down to the 4th floor this time for the ice.
45 minutes later, Sunny D's and vodkas in hand we headed for the bus stop. Just before we left the room, I had a funny feeling and ran back in and poured a couple of fingers of whiskey in a plastic cup with some ice and brought that with.
Turned out to be a wise move, we waited forever for a bus to come, over 20 minutes which to me is unheard of at a resort. Instead of killling the Sunny D, I just sipped on the whiskey on the rocks while we waited, I was the envy of a few
people waiting there.
Eventually a bus to the Studios showed up, followed by a mad dash for the door.
And it was packed, standing room only.
No, I'm not a fan of the bus service here, at AKL.
At least this time we knew which way to go when we were dropped off where we should be, this time instead of chasing 5 people into a parking lot, we chased 60 people into the park.
It felt pretty strange going throught the turnstyle again, it feels like this is all we've been doing lately, but I guess it's only the third time in the last two days.
At least we are prepared, got fastpasses for Toy Story and Aerosmith. Before we made the turn for Toy Story, I asked her if she was hungry, we weren't too far from Starring Rolls. We have been meaning to stop and get the Black Forest Ham Sandwich here for the last 3 trips after reading
that they were very good.
Smidgy knew I meant that as well, but responded,
"It's been what, three or four trips now that we were going to eat here, and I'm still full from lunch, besides, I'm enjoying the drink right now so I guess it can wait another trip or so."
After standing waiting for the bus, then standing on the bus the whole
ride and walking into the park, we stopped off for a
sitdown by the Brown Derby, which, of course is a smoking section.
I have finally reached the point where smoke either bothers me sometimes, or really makes me want to have one, I never know ahead of time which it will be.
Today it wasn't busy there, so we just sat and talked a few minutes, and what should she say?
"You know, except for almost getting killed on the highway coming down, you have been pretty much injury free since we've gotten here."
It almost seemed like an accusation, like I'm not trying hard enough.
"Yeah, well, that's 'cuz I never told you about the hangnail I got a few days ago, and remember the second day at CBR when the top of my head got kinda burnt?"
There was no comment at all from her, and that bothered me most of all, she's not trying to jinx me, is she?