PrincessAurora
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First let me say that Tigger was stone cold sober. Maybe it was the spinning catching up to him, maybe he was just excited or oblivious but Tigger bounced right into the womens bathroom. I didnt hear any screams and Tigger beat a hasty retreat. Maybe it was the lack of drinking fountains in that bathroom and the addition of the candy machines on the wall. Maybe it was the old woman from Jersey. He got the picture and was a very sorry Tigger after that.
We had an OK lunch at Le Cellier, dinner was better. As we walked around World Showcase I couldnt believe that we were leaving tomorrow. Trying not to think about it. We wander over to Germany as chatty Mickey gives us all kinds of helpful tips in each land along with a TON of corney jokes. Now Mickey tells us that there is a Hidden Mickey in the little train landscape in Germany. He gives us a clue. We are looking and looking and looking and looking. We cant find it. The Mouse isnt helping. We start to eye Pal Mickey with suspicion. It is just mean to leave us hanging, trying to find a near impossible Hidden Mickey with all the German people mocking us.
We both give Pal Mickey the hairy eyeball. I want some more fig vodka but I am still not feeling 100% after Mission: Hurl I mean Space. We decide to ride Maelstrom after I assured Tigger that we didnt have to stay for the lovely tourist movie on fjords. Fjords are very beautiful but we just werent in a fjordin mood. He liked the ride and was glad that we could ride this one unimpaired as it is pretty fun. Tigger liked the Trolls. Which brings me to the live troll. I had almost forgotten about him but we were drunk at the time so no wonder. There was this biker-looking guy with long blondish hair, a long bushy beard and mustache and he (I swear to Walt) LOOKED LIKE A TROLL! He kinda scared us during the rain. Well, he was BACK! We kept seeing him. It was like he couldnt go far from the Mothership or something.
Well, another jaunt down the River of Time was out (since Tigger knew what he was in for this time) and Test Track was too long and just not worth the wait. We decided to head back to the Lodge, grab some pool time and get dressed for Halloween.
We return to the room and I am not feeling so good. I feel kinda queasy. I wonder if I am coming down with something. I also wondered if this was after effects from Mission: Hurl. PLEASE, I dont want to be sick for this! Tigger goes down to the pool and I get dressed slowly.
I bought one of those new fangled hair thingies to curl my hair and it DOESNT WORK. OK ladies, let me give you a tip. Curling Irons and Hot Rollers work. The rest of that weird stuff doesnt work and I dont care whose name is on it. These were a paddle that had 3 types of metal paddles. 1 was flat for straightening hair, 1 was wavy and 1 was really wavy. These wavy paddles DO NOT WORK. Not at all. I am now annoyed. I have no bobby pins and cant do my hair up. I am dressed as Kate (Doc Holidays prostitute girlfriend) from Tombstone and my hair looks like hell. So now I am sick and cranky.
I am trying really hard to get past it. We are also having dinner at the California Grill and I was looking forward to it. I go down to the pool thinking that a Jacuzzi might makes things better. It does help some but I still have my weird wet foot phobia. The cement around the pool is wet and then you step on it and its kinda cold and a little slimy and you wonder what kind of fungus is on peoples feet and you just stepped in it. Tigger wanted me to go down the slide with him but that would mean actually going in to the pool. I know its not as scary as the baby pool but you know people are still peeing in it.
I know, I know people can pee in the Jacuzzi and I go in that. Fish pee in the ocean all the time and I go in that. The Living Seas is one HUGE fish toilet and I went in that. I think its not so much the pee as the temp of the water. I continue to argue with myself when I start watching some little kids playing Marco Polo with a cast member. Its really cute. Its especially cute if I am not in there getting splashed on. Splashing is another no-no with water and me. Hate splashing.
So I haul my neurotic behind out of the Jacuzzi and decide to give getting dressed another go because we are leaving for dinner soon. I was not much better after getting back to the room. Tigger was worried but I was not going to let a little thing like hurling stand in my way of wearing my cool dress. It was made to look like the first dress she wore in the movie and its really awesome. Its also tight which is not great on the stomach. Victorian fashions require steel boned corsets. I didnt minimize my waist too much but its still tight. I do the best I can with my hair and call it done.
We take the boat over to the Contemporary and Im bearing up. Once we get inside, Tigger does NOT like the Toaster Hotel. I agree with him. It looks like a bad 60s convention hotel. Just my opinion. We find a bank of elevators and go up to the top. Ummm the elevator TALKS TO YOU! This really creeps us out. But that was not nearly as creepy as The California Grill GREETER GIRL! She oohs about my dress and wants to inspect it because she does costumes.
Now without getting snotty, I have EXCELLENT costumers. My old roommate Ruth made my Princess Aurora dress and a Bay Area costumer, Cherie Moore made my Kate dress as well as my Court dresses for the Faires that I work. The Queen Elizabeth dress I wear was made by Frieda Paras Jones and they are all pros. So this girl is going to inspect MY outfits and grill me on boning?! Yes it is steel Like duh. Unfortunately I never got a picture of this dress. We were going to do it after dinner but then never got around to it. Bad us.
Pair this with a sour stomach and this is not starting well. I smile, I thank her, I pry myself away so we can sit down. Ummmm, this restaurant is NOISY!! Just so everyone knows. We get a chipper waiter and I ask him for a bicarb. He stares at my blankly. I say a bicarbonate and soda. He continues staring. I say I want you to take a teaspoon of baking soda and put it in a glass of water for me, my stomach is upset. He still doesnt get it but will ask in the kitchen. The kitchen doesnt have baking soda. At least the waiter is plucky. I tell him to ask Chef Mickeys. Somewhere, somehow they find baking soda and make me a bicarb. I am feeling better now.
I order sushi because I heard everyone rave about the sushi. The sushi was mediocre at best. The ginger was old. It wasnt just me. Tigger was feeling fine and he didnt like it either. We are both HUGE sushi fans that eat things most white people dont and this was just not good.
My food was OK, the service was great. Reviews to follow but it was our opinion that California Grill was highly overrated. We decided to catch the boat back to the Lodge to drop off our food, pick up a few things that I forgot and then off to Pleasure Island for Halloween fun. My stomach was starting to settle down when the bus arrived. For some reason, it made a run over to Fort Wilderness. This is when the Gross ****** From Hell stepped on the bus.
We had an OK lunch at Le Cellier, dinner was better. As we walked around World Showcase I couldnt believe that we were leaving tomorrow. Trying not to think about it. We wander over to Germany as chatty Mickey gives us all kinds of helpful tips in each land along with a TON of corney jokes. Now Mickey tells us that there is a Hidden Mickey in the little train landscape in Germany. He gives us a clue. We are looking and looking and looking and looking. We cant find it. The Mouse isnt helping. We start to eye Pal Mickey with suspicion. It is just mean to leave us hanging, trying to find a near impossible Hidden Mickey with all the German people mocking us.
We both give Pal Mickey the hairy eyeball. I want some more fig vodka but I am still not feeling 100% after Mission: Hurl I mean Space. We decide to ride Maelstrom after I assured Tigger that we didnt have to stay for the lovely tourist movie on fjords. Fjords are very beautiful but we just werent in a fjordin mood. He liked the ride and was glad that we could ride this one unimpaired as it is pretty fun. Tigger liked the Trolls. Which brings me to the live troll. I had almost forgotten about him but we were drunk at the time so no wonder. There was this biker-looking guy with long blondish hair, a long bushy beard and mustache and he (I swear to Walt) LOOKED LIKE A TROLL! He kinda scared us during the rain. Well, he was BACK! We kept seeing him. It was like he couldnt go far from the Mothership or something.
Well, another jaunt down the River of Time was out (since Tigger knew what he was in for this time) and Test Track was too long and just not worth the wait. We decided to head back to the Lodge, grab some pool time and get dressed for Halloween.
We return to the room and I am not feeling so good. I feel kinda queasy. I wonder if I am coming down with something. I also wondered if this was after effects from Mission: Hurl. PLEASE, I dont want to be sick for this! Tigger goes down to the pool and I get dressed slowly.
I bought one of those new fangled hair thingies to curl my hair and it DOESNT WORK. OK ladies, let me give you a tip. Curling Irons and Hot Rollers work. The rest of that weird stuff doesnt work and I dont care whose name is on it. These were a paddle that had 3 types of metal paddles. 1 was flat for straightening hair, 1 was wavy and 1 was really wavy. These wavy paddles DO NOT WORK. Not at all. I am now annoyed. I have no bobby pins and cant do my hair up. I am dressed as Kate (Doc Holidays prostitute girlfriend) from Tombstone and my hair looks like hell. So now I am sick and cranky.
I am trying really hard to get past it. We are also having dinner at the California Grill and I was looking forward to it. I go down to the pool thinking that a Jacuzzi might makes things better. It does help some but I still have my weird wet foot phobia. The cement around the pool is wet and then you step on it and its kinda cold and a little slimy and you wonder what kind of fungus is on peoples feet and you just stepped in it. Tigger wanted me to go down the slide with him but that would mean actually going in to the pool. I know its not as scary as the baby pool but you know people are still peeing in it.
I know, I know people can pee in the Jacuzzi and I go in that. Fish pee in the ocean all the time and I go in that. The Living Seas is one HUGE fish toilet and I went in that. I think its not so much the pee as the temp of the water. I continue to argue with myself when I start watching some little kids playing Marco Polo with a cast member. Its really cute. Its especially cute if I am not in there getting splashed on. Splashing is another no-no with water and me. Hate splashing.
So I haul my neurotic behind out of the Jacuzzi and decide to give getting dressed another go because we are leaving for dinner soon. I was not much better after getting back to the room. Tigger was worried but I was not going to let a little thing like hurling stand in my way of wearing my cool dress. It was made to look like the first dress she wore in the movie and its really awesome. Its also tight which is not great on the stomach. Victorian fashions require steel boned corsets. I didnt minimize my waist too much but its still tight. I do the best I can with my hair and call it done.
We take the boat over to the Contemporary and Im bearing up. Once we get inside, Tigger does NOT like the Toaster Hotel. I agree with him. It looks like a bad 60s convention hotel. Just my opinion. We find a bank of elevators and go up to the top. Ummm the elevator TALKS TO YOU! This really creeps us out. But that was not nearly as creepy as The California Grill GREETER GIRL! She oohs about my dress and wants to inspect it because she does costumes.
Now without getting snotty, I have EXCELLENT costumers. My old roommate Ruth made my Princess Aurora dress and a Bay Area costumer, Cherie Moore made my Kate dress as well as my Court dresses for the Faires that I work. The Queen Elizabeth dress I wear was made by Frieda Paras Jones and they are all pros. So this girl is going to inspect MY outfits and grill me on boning?! Yes it is steel Like duh. Unfortunately I never got a picture of this dress. We were going to do it after dinner but then never got around to it. Bad us.
Pair this with a sour stomach and this is not starting well. I smile, I thank her, I pry myself away so we can sit down. Ummmm, this restaurant is NOISY!! Just so everyone knows. We get a chipper waiter and I ask him for a bicarb. He stares at my blankly. I say a bicarbonate and soda. He continues staring. I say I want you to take a teaspoon of baking soda and put it in a glass of water for me, my stomach is upset. He still doesnt get it but will ask in the kitchen. The kitchen doesnt have baking soda. At least the waiter is plucky. I tell him to ask Chef Mickeys. Somewhere, somehow they find baking soda and make me a bicarb. I am feeling better now.
I order sushi because I heard everyone rave about the sushi. The sushi was mediocre at best. The ginger was old. It wasnt just me. Tigger was feeling fine and he didnt like it either. We are both HUGE sushi fans that eat things most white people dont and this was just not good.
My food was OK, the service was great. Reviews to follow but it was our opinion that California Grill was highly overrated. We decided to catch the boat back to the Lodge to drop off our food, pick up a few things that I forgot and then off to Pleasure Island for Halloween fun. My stomach was starting to settle down when the bus arrived. For some reason, it made a run over to Fort Wilderness. This is when the Gross ****** From Hell stepped on the bus.
