.....Meanwhile, with the yellow jacket still stinging as many guests as she can that were only looking for quiet and relaxation, Smidgy and Nebo are sipping on a Creamsickle,,,Dreamsickle?, at the pool's edge, just talking.
By the way dear readers, the event you are going to read about a bit later really happened, and the scary part is that it has now happened twice to me in the last ten years or so.
Even I feel like this is a put on,,,too convenient to liven up the end of a trip report when everybody is calling for blood,, "Yeah, yeah,,,, right", but it's true,,,, the worst part is,,, what your will read this chapter isn't the worst thing that happens still on this trip, that's for on the way home.
Ok, disclaimer over, "me thinks thou dost protest too much"
Back to the pool:
"So Marty, what do you want to do?"
This is a common line from either of us when it seems like conversation is in order but you don't know what to say.
From the E. Borginine movie that I think one the Oscar in the '50's, Marty.
But I had a topic/question for her I've been saving for just a situatiion like this:
"So, tell me, from the "Live like you were dying" train of thought, what would your Disney "Bucket List " be," I asked her.
"Me? Now?" She has never liked pop quizzes. They rank up there with colonoscopys.
Me? I have a bigger fear of semi-colonoscopy's,
"Ok", she responded, I still want to eat ONE OF THESE DAYS, at Tony's, oh, and I want to stay at least a 3 night stay at the Poly." "You?"
"I'll go along with the Poly thing, but I couldn't give a Tramp's asp if we ever get to eating at Tony's,, never heard much good about it," I replied.
"No, no," she said, "What's YOUR bucket list at Disney?"
I should have been prepared for this,,,since I was the one who brought it up, but I had to think for a few minutes, I'm always changing my mind about stuff and my "bucket" usually has a hole in it. "Okay,,,,,
"I have an ongoing bucket list when it comes to Disney, and that is to spend as much time as possible on Disney property."
"But if you had to pin me down to a couple things,, it would be to stay at one of
Disneyland's hotels for a few nights, that would be one thing,,I really want to compare the "Land" to the "World" ,and you'll laugh at the other thing."
"No I won't, I promise, what is it?", she said.
(said the fox to the rabbit)
"Well, ok, if you promise not to laugh, ,, I want to go
Parasailing on Bay Lake, sailing high over the Contemporary Resort with my hair blow,,,,,um, feeling the wind in my face, being at the mercy of the Bay Lake breezes and suffering the freedom of lack of gravity,,,,sailing, soaring, sinking, rising,,, yeah, "I don't need to see good for this," I think after the initial shock and panic where off, I'd love it!
Uh huh,, well,, that was me, sharing.
Now, a lot of spouses would laugh hearing a confession like this coming from somebody like me, especially with knowledge of my history,,, but I knew I could count on Smidgy and her understanding me, almost 34 years of familiarity can't help but bring you close to a person.
How many times have I told you over all these trip reports,,, that sharing is over-rated?
With my "confession" now out in the open,,,, and thank God i didn't go into my thoughts on Swiss Family Tower of Terror, or The Enchanted Dumbo Room, I didn't quite get the response I was expecting.
I guess,,, "Wishfull Thinking" sums up most Bucket Lists,,at least as far as the activities go, and not for it being because the "end" is in sight, and Smidgy will understand my thoughts and appreciate them for what they really are,,,, just fantasies that we all have,,, those things that can still keep us young as we age but never, never have to say,,, "No, impossible."
well,,
Have you ever seen a person choke on a brightly colored orange Dreamsickle? Have you ever seen a brightly colored orange Dreamsickle come out of somebody's nose?
I think not.
But I have now!
At least this time the business end of a loaded proboscis
was pointed away from me.
"Yep, I knew I shouldn't have said anything," I told her.
When she got her face cleaned up she said, "Please tell me you're joking, You are joking, right? You can't go to the bathroom without hurting yourself, remember when you tied your shoelaces around your belt sitting on the john? and you want to go parasailing?" "You're Nuts!"
"Yes, I know I"m nuts, you've said it many times, and we both know that insanity runs,,well,, ok,,, limps in my family, but I still want to try it."
"You're serious?" she said with an astonished look on her face.
"Oh, I must, I must!" *
"Great," she said,,, "Now you are into extreme sports".
I had to try to explain a little bit,,,,
"Diane, walking down step and stairs is not supposed to be an extreme sport either,,,, but it ends up being one with me, accidentally, time after time.
Remember The Circle of Life,,,,, Stitch's Escape,,, those stairs? Or better yet,,, The Indy Stunt Show? I almost killed my self then,,, so who's to say what's "extreme"? ]
"Right", she grudgingly said,,," can't argue with any of that,, I feel much better now."
For the record,,, I am extremely afraid of heights,,, but I am also attracted to them at the same time,, no, I can't explain it, I'm kinda like the moth that hates bright lights,
but can't wait to go and meet the new purple thing hangin from the tree.
Depths also scare me,,,, but not so much widths. :rolleyes
That was pretty much the end of the subject, I told her you can parasail in tandems now, and I'd be thrilled to have you join me, but she barely even glanced up at me, it wasn't even worth a response.
We talked some more, but it felt like we were on borrowed time,,, and for one of the first times on the trip,, heck, first times on ANY of our trips,,, Diane asked if I was ready to go back up and have a drink as we get ready to get back to Magik Kingdom. Almost always,,, I'm the bad guy that has to keep an eye on the clock and say it's time to get going.
"Wait a minute," I asked, "You want to go back up for more drinks?"
Got a one word response from her as she shook her empty Dreamsickle plastic cup around,,,, " Si."
Her saying this was music to my ears:
on the first page of my little notebook that I occasionally use to jot stuff down for the trip reports, is a line I kind of liked and wanted to use in the report,,,, but up until now, I either forgot it or just didn't have the best opportunity to use it, at least until now.
So when she asked me if I'm ready to go up and have a drink in the room, my eyes lit up and I said,
"Wow, that's always my line, not yours, what planet are you from and what have you done with Diane?"
"What, don't you want another drink?" she asked.
"Take me to your 1.75 Liter!"
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Guess who got to run for ice again?
But no sign of the Hall monster this time.
Back in the room, I finally did something really stupid, and my luck ran out as the saying goes.
Yes,,, this is the moment you have all been waiting for,,,
enjoy!
The really strange thing you are about to read, is that I did the almost exact, same thing in my own kitchen about ten years ago. It was like replaying a scene from a sitcom with the same actors, just in a new location.
For some stupid reason,,,, I made a whiskey and Sprite in one of the really thick, heavy glasses that came with the room,, and believe me,,,, these things are just that, thick and heavy.
As we were getting ready, I carried it around with me,,,
table, makeshift bar top, and finally on the vanity, next to the sink, right below the mirror.
We also made up our last two Sunny D's to go with us to the Park. Our last two little bottles also went in my pocket, I'll bring them in the park since she gets busted trying it, but one of them is for her.
Yes,,, we timed things well, our supply held out nicely, and there is something that somehow feels fulfilling when you use the last items on the last day.
Then,,, remember how extremely clever I was yesterday in bringing a plastic cup with whiskey and ice down with me to wait for the bus? Well, on this, the last night, I'm not holding back, especially when we only have until 7 so anything goes.
I'm going to be just as clever this afternoon, and I filled a clear plastic cup with ice and some Black Velvet.
And I drank some of it,,it was just asking for it, so I filled it again. Now, I'm walking around the room with the plastic cup, the other drink forgotten by me, but still sitting next to the sink like a ticking time bomb.
As she was getting dressed, I figured I had time and maybe I ought ot upgrade my appearance at least a little bit,,,, sometimes on vacation I can get lapse on shaving, which I just hate to do.
Running a hand over my face,,, I thought heck, I really need a shave, so now I'm back at the vanity, "only take a minute or so" I thought. I've never really had a good electric razor, so my whole life I'm a disposable Bic or something similar guy, with shaving cream.
I had just finished shaving, snapped the cap back on the "Old Spice" shaving cream, and out of the corneer of my eye, I spotted the glass still sitting there.
But I wasn't thinking "glass", I wasn't thinking "heavy", I wasn't thinking I need to grip it harder than what I've been holding,,, I -just- wasn't- thinking.
I was expecting to pick up "plastic"
Which is much lighter.
Boy, how to descibe this;
I absently grabbed the, what I was expecting to be a plastic cup, and lifted in one motion,,, only to have my hand realize too late that this is heavy duty glassware, and about a foot off the vanity it slid right through my grasp.
Ok, but did I let it fall? Au contraire'!
I foolishly tried to catch it, I might have too, if the sink wouldn't have been in the way.
Hand caught up to glass same time glass impacted porcelan, or marble, or whatever, sink.
The glass didn't exactly shatter in little pieces, it was too thick for that, it basically exploded into 3 huge pieces, one of which I of course now forced into the side of my hand from trapping the broken glass between my hand and the sink bottom. It got the side of the hand where you would "Karate chop" something.
They say location is everything, and I couldn't have picked a better place to do this, as I stood there dumbfounded wondering what in the heck just happened, bleeding into the sink, Smidgy came running to see what the explosion was.
The cut wasn't as bad as it could've been, but there's something about a broken glass cut that always bleeds like crazy.
While I practiced my bleeding to make sure I was doing it right, and holding it under cold water, Smidgy called the desk to ask where we might be able to get a band aid,,, no problem, they'll send someone up.
As Diane was hanging up the phone there was a knock on the door, I guess Disney doesn't like you bleeding in their rooms.
I was still running my hand under cold water and never saw the guy, and he wanted no part of seeing the wound that brought him here in the first place,,,he just gave Smidgy a bunch of different sized band-aids and ran.
She was laughing at how many he gave her for free,,, I was thinking, "hmmm, he know something I don't know?"
The cold water helped stop the bleeding, and unless I spread the skin,,, it was hard to even see the cut, kind of funny how I could make my hand, "smile", by pulling on the sides.
I slapped a band aid on it, stuck another in my pocket just in case, grabbed my old Canon film camera because I still have too many shots left on the roll, grabbed the Sunny D,,,, AND, the plastic cup that got me in trouble in the first place,,, and we were out the door, heading to a Park for the last time this trip. We left just in time too, I was out of commas.
As we stood there waiting once more for a bus,,, I couldn't help but reflect on the weird gamut your emotions run on the last day, and according to Jay, I'm not alone.
You get hit with the depressing part, early in the day,
but as time goes by (boy, that would make a catchy song title) you not only learn to accept it, but almost embrace it.
You are already looking forward to the next trip!
One other thing I wanted to mention;
On the subject of sleeping in, or doing rope drop.
Of course, I can' only speak for myself, I'm a morning person.
But if you ask people when they got the best "Disney" feel, on their recent Disney trip,,,,most people will probably tell you it came the first night there,,,,sitting on the balcony,,, standing at the railing,,,,,doesn't matter where,
but it's usually the first day, and it makes sense.
Your mind knows it has the entire vacation left with all it's mysteries and adventures ahead of them.
Well, a good Rope Drop can have the same "anticipation" effect.
Many times we've gotten to the Parks at noon or so, and it's like getting to a party that's in full swing,,,,,, and has been,,, without you, as if you weren't needed.
But things change over time,, I used to swear by rope drop, I guess I still do for newbies, but for veterans,,, not so much anymore. Especially Epcot, no need.
You just need to get there before Soarin fastpasses are gone.
The same applies to the Studios,,,, to get Toy Story passes.
Animal Kingdom now seems a must for rope drop though, especially since they eliminated evening magic hours, with the park closing around 6 if you want to do it all,,,, good luck.
However, Magic Kingdom is a rope drop must,,, especially if you have kids and need to spend a lot of time in Fantasyland, I'm sorry, Fanatalyland, why wait a half hour or more when you can do the same thing in five minutes?
And there is something about walking through Fantasyland when it isn't crowded,,,,and right after you saw the welcome show that can get anyone's heart pumping!
Ok, I'm done, someone want to help me down from this soapbox?
Allrighty now, that's it for tonight, hope you got a few giggles out of the story,,, or at least your bloodlust is tempered for a while.
I'm hungry, who wants' to go for a corn dog?
There's a place in the NW side of Chicago named Franksville that has foot long Corn Dogs, I'm in the mood.
c'ya tomarra