When I was young, people used to say I had a cast iron stomach because I could drink anything,,,screwdrivers, manhattans, wine, beer,,,, and mix them all night and not get sick, and it was true.
Then if I saw someone chewing with their mouth open,
or even spitting on the sidewalk I would come close to puking, I don't like when internal bodily fluids would become external.
With that said, I bring you tonight's chapter.
Just when you thought it was safe to eat dinner again:
Back at the Studios, it is almost evening now and we are on our way to use the fastpasses we got in the early morning for Toy Story.
We also have our Sunny D's,,, my extra cup with my "on the rocks" drink for the bus stop worked like a charm, I finished it just when the bus pulled up and only had to toss the plastic cup in the garbage then.
For the record, Sunny D's you can bring on rides, not so with fuzzy cups,
that's why we are packing Sunnys tonight. We have also been turned down 'cuz of Fuzzies at Canada because Celine Dion doesn't drink,, and American Idol because all Ryan Seacrest DOES is drink.
The jury is still out on the Monorail and Fuzzy's, we've done it, but we were also kind of hiding them at the same time.
At the entrance to TSM, I got my first hint that tonight might not go as planned.
We flashed our fastpasses at the cast member there, who
then did a great double take and looked again;
he saw how old they were, and while theatrically shaking his head from side to side in a saddened manner to make sure his disappointment and remorse concerning our charcater was made obvious, his hand waved us through nonetheless.
This was the very first time ever, that a cm looked at an expired FP with disdain, on the way out, I got an idea why that was,,,,,, the standby time up above said an unbelievable ,,,,, you ready for this?,,,,,,,135 minutes!
No, not an hour and a half, for the mathematically challenged, that's 2 freakin' hours and 15 minutes!
Even with the fastpasses we still had about a 15 minute wait, and ended up following a couple with two little kids, the kids between, oh, I'm guessing 8 and 10 years old.
This is the part where you come in, meaning, you may wish to go and do the dishes right now, and come back in about ten minutes when I'm done.
Hey, I just gave you a bit of a warning which puts you ahead of what I went through, so,,,,,,
you know what?
I had no warning, no warning at all.
No warning at all that something bad was about to happen to me, at the LEAST most convenient time!
I remember thinking later that night after when I was "back to normal", that if I do a trip report,,, a good name and way to do this chapter would be in a James Bond theme, we'll call it,,,, oh,um ok, I'll give that to you in a little bit, it's no big deal, really.
( Let me try and help you out here right now with this chapter, and the way it's probably going to go down. . We have your author, (me), with very little to write about tonight, except this one, little, incident, that he is going to milk longer, and harder, than Elsie at a Borden's Convention. For another great example of someone, "milking a moment, It's like back when our president was asked to give the Gettysburg Address in front of a lot of people back in '63, a week before my birthday, and he stood up and said, "No problemo, it's 341 Bonnie Meadow Lane, Gettysburg Pennsylvania, 40895" ( Ol Abe thought it was funny, they didn't.)
Then he was informed they wanted him to talk about how
he felt that mankind, especially OUR mankind in the USA, should be treating each other now that it's been almost 90 years as a nation,,,and he said, "Oh, the way you want to be treated yourself."
Once again, they yanked him aside after breaking for commercial, and insisted that he expound on these thoughts, the sponsers have too much money tied up in this and it has to be dragged out for at least a half hour. They've got the lead-in audience from the Super Bowl and don't want to lose them all when the game's over, to Randy Jackson's brother, Stonewall and his Limping With the Stars.
Or that other new show, Gidget goes to Tara. Up and coming actress Betty White had gotten the lead role,,,, as Gidget's Grandmother.
So that is how we ended up with "Four score,,,,,,, and ,,, um,,,,
seven,,, yeah, that's it, seven years ago, our Mothers brought forth,,,, hold it,,, you know, it might work better if it was fathers........"
Well, you get the point, he was just embellishing)
[can you believe I remembered that second parenthisis at the end of all that?]
What I am trying to say is,,,, I am about to,,,, ok,,,, in the process of,,,, making a mountain out of a molehill.
I have been fortunate this entire trip, 'cept for the drive down, no real injuries for me,,,, and not just me, her too, she has not been immune to falls and whatnots in our Disneyfied past, remember her fall at Coronado along the walkway? Or her fall at Premevil Whirl going down the ramps and hurting her hand? but things were about to change!
We got to where you go up the stairs, still following behind the perfect family, the Nelsons, (ask your mothers), then we came down the stairs right by the loading station.
Right before the All American Family was to climb into a TSM car, the first chip was thrown in the pot.
Dad and daughter got themselves positioned in the front, then mom and THE PRODIGAL SON started to move to postion themselves to get in the back.
That was when he blew up.
It was a hearty sneeze, not a little,,, 'chew',,,, but more of
a "AAAAACHEEW!"
Everything happened real fast right then, of course they did, even though I didn't see him, the Beast was up there in a corner controlling time by a big old schooltime clock!
Apparently, the boy had sneezed a bit on Harriet Nelson, his mother, and she then spoke words to him that made me at first a bit nervous, but then with just a little bit of thought, my heart almost stop!
With the gate right in front of them, we were all extremely close to each other, and there was no backing up on our part, and empty space has a life expectancy at DisneyWorld of a Kardashian husband.
"Johnny, if you have to sneeze, at least turn away and cover your mouth." Just then their ride car pulled up, and
they started climbing in.
Anybody see where this is going?
Did you stop eating if you were eating?
Few people sneeze just once, and Johnny was no exception.
Only this time he made sure to listen to his mommy and turn around before it came out, and boy did it come out!
This was like the Mother of all Sneezes!
Have you ever bought your kid a Super Soaker?
Have you ever bought yourself a Super Soaker?
And he had spun around just like mommy had said when he fired off his salvo, only he left out the "covering your mouth" part of it.
Or, to be more specific in this instance, the "covering your NOSE" part of the equation which read like the Pythagorean Theorem, "A" sneeze, plus "B" sneeze, ="C", Nebosneezed-eed." I became the hypotenuse, withoiut the noose.
He sneezed all over my arm, then turned and climbed into the car with the rest of his family.
No, not on my shirt sleeves,,, I didn't have any.
He sneezed on my bare and totally exposed, naked, arm!
Then he ran, and the get-a-way car took off.
It was a "Leaving the sneeze of an expectorant" , it was a "Sneeze and Run", both felonies.
And at this very moment, nobody, including Smidgy, is aware of the horror that just took place. She saw that
he sneezed in my direction, she DIDN'T see the buffet of ice creams, custards, yogurts, puddings, cottage cheese
dumplings and lime jello he laid out on the serving table,
my arm.
Wanna know what I was?
Yes, you're right!
I was aghast, agape and agog, again.
And,,,,,,, really, really, DISGUSTED! And in shock.
Just then, of course, our car pulls up, the door swings open, and Smidgy leads me inside, as I was still in shock, and she wasn't aware of how serious this just was that happened 10 seconds ago.
But like an injured soldier who is afraid to look, it wasn't until our car was underway that I finally had the nerve to glance at my left arm,,then I changed my mind, there was nothing I could accomplish anyway about it,,understand, I am seated on the right side of the vehicle.
I have a handkerchief in my back pocket, but if I use it I'l have to throw it away, which I don't want to do.
So I have my terminally infected left arm away from me as much as possible at a funny angle, with my still clean left hand clutching the gun, my right hand can still pull the cord to fire, not that I gave much of a crap by now.
Please understand too, just like many times when I have hurt myself before, I still have not even "glanced" at the smorgasbord that is now inhabitting my left arm, and I don't plan to until I am able to run to a bathroom or jump in Echo Lake if it's closer. No point in turning one disgusting mess
to clean up into a "you are now cleaning up puke down your shirt also", just to make it more challenging.
Yes, like I said opening this chapter, this could very easily become something much more sinister.
I'm even considering standing on the mountain next to the tanker when the earthquake brings the flood to Catastrophe Canyon, that should be enough force to wash it off my arm. Anything to avoid having to look and do it myself. (catastrophe trademarked)
With the ride started, Diane notices the peculiar way my arm is out to the far side, HER side, and the way my wrist has to be turned to grip the gun.
Finally, she notices Cinderella's Royal Table up and down most of my left arm,
and she screams!
All this succeeded in doing was to confirm even more vehemently that I shall not, repeat, NOT, let my eyes wander even remotely slightly in the direction of my left arm, until I am in a bathroom or under Niagara Falls.
Neither of us had our hearts in the game at all, I think she ended up winning like usual to a score of 8 to 5.
ON the way out, a lady in a hurry almost made a fatal mistake by pushing her way past me. I instinctively spun around to protect her from the toxic exposed area, it was a natural reaction although she deserved it but I was raised too well.
What this did do though was to make me actually, finally, have to look at it,
and it sent me into anaphylactic shock!
I just stood there with my arms both extended in front of me, shaking and trembling and yelling,,
"GET IT OFF OF ME, GET IT OFF!"
I considered looking for the All American Family and accidentally brushing up against either the Mom or the kid,
but go ahead, picture trying to explain that to security when the Morlocks come out and seize me for the safty of all the others in the park.
I ended up running back to the Restrooms near ABC Commisary and went through a roll of TP in a stall. When that was gone I went into the next stall and did the same thing.
Geesh, the strangest things can happen to me.
Well, at least that's over with, I finally got the "dumb and stupid incident" out of the way on this trip.
Right?
When I felt like I was properly de-bugered, we walked down to the end to use our Rock'n'Roller Coaster fastpasses, I was curious to see how the castmember would react this time.
So, with TSM at 135, how long do you think this was here, and tonight is an EMH night at the Studios?
Close, even though we used the fastpasses, standby said 15 minutes.
I still feel really dumb here, Diane got a FP just to be able to walk me through the dark line, especially when I hate to wear my glasses in here, I did before, but it really felt like they were trying to vibrate off my face, and let's not play that game this trip, ok?
After a while, we got what I guessed was the short loading line, and Diane handed me off to a teenage girl riding as a single, then she could go and take the non rider's exit OUT OF THERE!!
She's always afraid they will make her have to do something she doesn't want to do.
So, now I am left in the "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him" Julie, who held my hand as we waited.
I considered telling her I'd feel a whole lot safer if she had her arm around me, but boy that can be such a subtle difference between looking 18,,,, but really only being 17, and I got a feeling I don't look at all like I'm 17 anymore.
Then a Limo pulled up and after she got in, she guided me in,,,, and oh yeah, it would have been tricky on my own to do.
The first 5 seconds of the ride are the best, then I can take or leave it.
I'm just not a fan of coasters that go upside down just for the sake of going upside down,,, it really does nothing for me, I prefer a good big old Wooden Coaster any time over a stupid thing with a lot of loops and such,,, but the "Launch" here is quite good, much better than the Hulk at Uni.
But no, don't even think of comparing it to THE DRAGSTER coaster at Cedar Point.
Rock'n'Roller Coaster goes from 0 to 60 in four seconds,,,
The Dragster goes from 0 to 120 in 2.8 seconds! And sometimes it isn't enough to make it up the first hill, and your train slides back down and you have to try it again.
One thing during the ride I didn't think of, and you will see it in the picture,,,,, ok,,,
Once again, it is time for the lovely "picture of a picture"
and you will see your very own favorite moron with both hands pressed to the side of his head in the back, my seeing eye helper sitting next to me:
"What is he doing?" you are asking yourselves.
As stupid as the answer is, it's just as obvious which doesn't make it any smarter:
I'm holding my hands over my ears to make sure the bionic ear helpers don't vibrate themselves rigth out of there!
Good night,,, love you all to pieces