PrincessAurora
<font color=blue>Hmpphh! Who needs that boy in gre
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PrincessAurora - Computer geek, web designer, and Disney Princess Fiend. Always planning her next trip to The World.
Tigger: Martha Stewart wanna be, Mickeys evil twin, thinks Norm Abrams should use a hand tool occasionally.
(Please note all detailed food reviews are featured as separate reports after Day 8)
10-27-03 (Part 5) Help! Call the Coast Guard <Water Mice / V&A>
OK, so now after our dolphin encounter we are starving! We figure it would be too long to find some place in Epcot to eat (especially without ressies) so we opt to get something at The Lodge.
The Lodge is pretty quiet early afternoon and we (shudder) decide to eat at Whispering Canyon. For those of you that dont know, the place is very LOUD and raucous and full of little kids and stick pony races and napkin twirling and YA HOOooing and other stuff that usually gives me hives. It looked pretty tame so we went in.
I was a bit adverse to the over the top yokel atmosphere. But the food looked good and I was hungry. I should let you know that I was carrying a small furry backpack that looks like a leopard. I tossed the cat on an empty chair, so he could watch and we decided on chocolate milkshakes for beverages. No one told me they were all you could drink!
Then our waitress came around, looked at my stuffed leopard backpack and said That yer youngin? Hes kinda funny lookin.
I looked at her and said yeah I guess he is but I love him.
Yup, I reckon so but he sure is funny lookin.
Yup thats me, the mom of the funny lookin kid. Since it was a later lunch, it was a bit lower key. Didnt ask for ketchup because it was on the table already and I was trying to fly under the radar.
The food was really pretty good and there was a lot of it. At another table I saw the waiters making hats out of napkins and putting them on everyone. So of course I had to take a picture of their humiliation to show to millions of people in cyberspace.
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After lunch we got changed and went down to the boat docks to rent Water mice. Well, actually one water mouse. Outboard machinery kinda freaks me out so Tigger drove and I was the willing passenger. We got the vest life jackets because they were less gay. I searched the other life jackets for Calvin Klein labels or fabulous designer colors that would indicate their gay status but to no avail.
We went tooling all over the lake. We went to Fort Wilderness, over to the Contemporary, across the water bridge and over by Magic Kingdom, the Grand Floridian and the Poly. The weather was wonderful and we could not have asked for a better day. The Mice go a bit slower when there are two adults in them but it was still fun.
We were headed back to our area when we cruised by the remains of River Country. Tigger wanted a closer look. I told him that this was the first water park that was closed for renovations when the glitzier new parks got more attendance. It is kinda swimmin hole quaint. Rope bridges, tire swings, that sort of thing. Going close to the shore is also OFF LIMITS.
They show you a map before you leave of where you need to stay away from. This was one of the places. Tigger wanted a closer look. I said Honey, they told us to stay away from there. See I am the angel on the shoulder in this conversation and he is the devil. I think men are just hardwired this way. They are like No, its OK I know what Im doing we wont get too close, etc.
Well I figured there was a good reason we werent suppose to get close. Not only did they not want you running around unsupervised in the abandoned water park (somewhat akin now to a 1970s Scooby Doo episode) but Im sure that the water is shallow.
Yup, its shallow and weed choked and you guessed it we got stuck. This is what happens when you get too close. This is what happens when you dont listen to the annoying angel on your shoulder who is now all freaked that The Mouse Police is going to throw us in Mouse Jail or something for stealing Fizzy Lifting Drinks sorry had a Willie Wonka moment.
Tigger tries to gun the engine, tries forward, tries reverse. Nada. We are drifting towards shore. We are now ready to throw in the towel and flag down a Boston Whaler (shore patrol guy) to tow us or mock us or something. Just then, with one more mighty try, we are free! Quick! Run! Run before the Mouse patrol sees our humiliation. We head on back to the Lodge after a quick circuit of the lake again. It was a very nice and relaxing afternoon.
Now we get all dressed up in our Sunday best and head for a romantic dinner at Victoria & Alberts. Ive heard so many great things from uncleromulus that we had to give it a try. We take the boat over to the Magic Kingdom and then transfer to the boat to the Grand Floridian. Its so nice to see the hotel from the water and be able to stroll through the grounds in our nice clothes.
The menu was nothing short of wonderful. When we were there there were no kids and now that I have been there I cant imagine anyone bringing them unless they were as quiet as little church mice. The room is SMALL. There is a center area where they have, maybe 8 tables and then there are tables around that. It is not a huge place. The lights are dim, there is a harpist. It is defiantly not a place that most kids would find interesting. Some might but most would be bored stiff with a 2-3 hour meal.
OK, lecture over we were having a great time (food reviews following trip reports) and after our meal we had our pictures taken and decided to stop by the Poly for drinks. We manage to snag the FRONT of the monorail and drive the whole circuit back over to the Poly.
Now I must say that I have been thinking for weeks how to describe this next section on the Boards. Ill give it my best try. (deep breath) OK, after dinner I went to the ladies room and had a tussle with my control top panty hose and the amount of food that I stuffed into my face. This is not food that I have never eaten before. Ive had fois gras, Ive had quail. Maybe its because the food was rich and Ive been on Atkins. Maybe it was the phase of the moon.
We get to the Poly, walk in and I need a bathroom NOW! Tigger was a bit confused but you dont like to talk about things like this especially when you are having a romantic evening. The only thing that I can say that describes my predicament is the phrase bad burrito.
No the food was not bad. No I didnt have food poisoning. I think it was just a bit rich or the phase of the moon. I now think that I am over it but Im still a little shaky. Tigger looks concerned. He suggests skipping the bar. I feel bad because he wanted to see the Poly and just the second floor is not a good representation of the resort. However, I am kinda wanting my room now and a reliable powder room.
Now the question is how to get back to Wilderness Lodge? We decide to take the monorail back around to the Ticket & Transportation Center and catch a bus from there since Magic Kingdom was now closed (it wasnt a Halloween party night).
As we are getting off the monorail, I get a severe bad burrito moment. I cant even talk in coherent sentences. I grab Tigger, point at CM in distance and sputter bathroom where? now! He asks the CM for directions and I make a mad dash. WHY am I getting a bad burrito moment NOW? I thought you werent suppose to get bad burrito moments in the World. I curse the evil Universal Studios Gods that must have surely done this to me in Mickeys Happy Place.
OK, crisis averted but I need to get to the room NOW. We find the bus stop but later at night, its not like they have busses running every 5-10 minutes. We sit down to wait. I pray that I can keep it together. There is a bathroom behind me but that doesnt help get me back home if we miss the bus while I am in the can.
After about 8 minutes the bus comes. We scramble on board but the guy wants to wait for more people. I tell him Look, I will pay you any amount of money to leave now. I am having a bad burrito moment and will not be responsible for what happens if I am kept from a functioning bathroom. This seemed to convince him and the other passengers.
Now some guy comes running at the bus pushing a stroller. We wait, he runs up to the bus, then banks and runs the other way. Like this is some sort of weird game. I tell the bus driver to run him over. Leave! Leave Now! The bus driver leaves. The guy is still running in circles with the stroller. He has his problems, I have mine. THEN I realize that Wilderness Lodge is just spitting distance from the T&TC! We could have WALKED. Grrrrrrrr. Well at least I didnt have to offend the local wildlife with my burrito difficulties. I needed my rest because tomorrow its my First Annual Epcot World Showcase Pub Crawl and I need to be in top form for that.
PrincessAurora - Computer geek, web designer, and Disney Princess Fiend. Always planning her next trip to The World.
Tigger: Martha Stewart wanna be, Mickeys evil twin, thinks Norm Abrams should use a hand tool occasionally.
(Please note all detailed food reviews are featured as separate reports after Day 8)
10-27-03 (Part 5) Help! Call the Coast Guard <Water Mice / V&A>
OK, so now after our dolphin encounter we are starving! We figure it would be too long to find some place in Epcot to eat (especially without ressies) so we opt to get something at The Lodge.
The Lodge is pretty quiet early afternoon and we (shudder) decide to eat at Whispering Canyon. For those of you that dont know, the place is very LOUD and raucous and full of little kids and stick pony races and napkin twirling and YA HOOooing and other stuff that usually gives me hives. It looked pretty tame so we went in.
I was a bit adverse to the over the top yokel atmosphere. But the food looked good and I was hungry. I should let you know that I was carrying a small furry backpack that looks like a leopard. I tossed the cat on an empty chair, so he could watch and we decided on chocolate milkshakes for beverages. No one told me they were all you could drink!
Then our waitress came around, looked at my stuffed leopard backpack and said That yer youngin? Hes kinda funny lookin.
I looked at her and said yeah I guess he is but I love him.
Yup, I reckon so but he sure is funny lookin.
Yup thats me, the mom of the funny lookin kid. Since it was a later lunch, it was a bit lower key. Didnt ask for ketchup because it was on the table already and I was trying to fly under the radar.
The food was really pretty good and there was a lot of it. At another table I saw the waiters making hats out of napkins and putting them on everyone. So of course I had to take a picture of their humiliation to show to millions of people in cyberspace.
(INSERT PICTURE)
After lunch we got changed and went down to the boat docks to rent Water mice. Well, actually one water mouse. Outboard machinery kinda freaks me out so Tigger drove and I was the willing passenger. We got the vest life jackets because they were less gay. I searched the other life jackets for Calvin Klein labels or fabulous designer colors that would indicate their gay status but to no avail.
We went tooling all over the lake. We went to Fort Wilderness, over to the Contemporary, across the water bridge and over by Magic Kingdom, the Grand Floridian and the Poly. The weather was wonderful and we could not have asked for a better day. The Mice go a bit slower when there are two adults in them but it was still fun.
We were headed back to our area when we cruised by the remains of River Country. Tigger wanted a closer look. I told him that this was the first water park that was closed for renovations when the glitzier new parks got more attendance. It is kinda swimmin hole quaint. Rope bridges, tire swings, that sort of thing. Going close to the shore is also OFF LIMITS.
They show you a map before you leave of where you need to stay away from. This was one of the places. Tigger wanted a closer look. I said Honey, they told us to stay away from there. See I am the angel on the shoulder in this conversation and he is the devil. I think men are just hardwired this way. They are like No, its OK I know what Im doing we wont get too close, etc.
Well I figured there was a good reason we werent suppose to get close. Not only did they not want you running around unsupervised in the abandoned water park (somewhat akin now to a 1970s Scooby Doo episode) but Im sure that the water is shallow.
Yup, its shallow and weed choked and you guessed it we got stuck. This is what happens when you get too close. This is what happens when you dont listen to the annoying angel on your shoulder who is now all freaked that The Mouse Police is going to throw us in Mouse Jail or something for stealing Fizzy Lifting Drinks sorry had a Willie Wonka moment.
Tigger tries to gun the engine, tries forward, tries reverse. Nada. We are drifting towards shore. We are now ready to throw in the towel and flag down a Boston Whaler (shore patrol guy) to tow us or mock us or something. Just then, with one more mighty try, we are free! Quick! Run! Run before the Mouse patrol sees our humiliation. We head on back to the Lodge after a quick circuit of the lake again. It was a very nice and relaxing afternoon.
Now we get all dressed up in our Sunday best and head for a romantic dinner at Victoria & Alberts. Ive heard so many great things from uncleromulus that we had to give it a try. We take the boat over to the Magic Kingdom and then transfer to the boat to the Grand Floridian. Its so nice to see the hotel from the water and be able to stroll through the grounds in our nice clothes.
The menu was nothing short of wonderful. When we were there there were no kids and now that I have been there I cant imagine anyone bringing them unless they were as quiet as little church mice. The room is SMALL. There is a center area where they have, maybe 8 tables and then there are tables around that. It is not a huge place. The lights are dim, there is a harpist. It is defiantly not a place that most kids would find interesting. Some might but most would be bored stiff with a 2-3 hour meal.
OK, lecture over we were having a great time (food reviews following trip reports) and after our meal we had our pictures taken and decided to stop by the Poly for drinks. We manage to snag the FRONT of the monorail and drive the whole circuit back over to the Poly.
Now I must say that I have been thinking for weeks how to describe this next section on the Boards. Ill give it my best try. (deep breath) OK, after dinner I went to the ladies room and had a tussle with my control top panty hose and the amount of food that I stuffed into my face. This is not food that I have never eaten before. Ive had fois gras, Ive had quail. Maybe its because the food was rich and Ive been on Atkins. Maybe it was the phase of the moon.
We get to the Poly, walk in and I need a bathroom NOW! Tigger was a bit confused but you dont like to talk about things like this especially when you are having a romantic evening. The only thing that I can say that describes my predicament is the phrase bad burrito.
No the food was not bad. No I didnt have food poisoning. I think it was just a bit rich or the phase of the moon. I now think that I am over it but Im still a little shaky. Tigger looks concerned. He suggests skipping the bar. I feel bad because he wanted to see the Poly and just the second floor is not a good representation of the resort. However, I am kinda wanting my room now and a reliable powder room.
Now the question is how to get back to Wilderness Lodge? We decide to take the monorail back around to the Ticket & Transportation Center and catch a bus from there since Magic Kingdom was now closed (it wasnt a Halloween party night).
As we are getting off the monorail, I get a severe bad burrito moment. I cant even talk in coherent sentences. I grab Tigger, point at CM in distance and sputter bathroom where? now! He asks the CM for directions and I make a mad dash. WHY am I getting a bad burrito moment NOW? I thought you werent suppose to get bad burrito moments in the World. I curse the evil Universal Studios Gods that must have surely done this to me in Mickeys Happy Place.
OK, crisis averted but I need to get to the room NOW. We find the bus stop but later at night, its not like they have busses running every 5-10 minutes. We sit down to wait. I pray that I can keep it together. There is a bathroom behind me but that doesnt help get me back home if we miss the bus while I am in the can.
After about 8 minutes the bus comes. We scramble on board but the guy wants to wait for more people. I tell him Look, I will pay you any amount of money to leave now. I am having a bad burrito moment and will not be responsible for what happens if I am kept from a functioning bathroom. This seemed to convince him and the other passengers.
Now some guy comes running at the bus pushing a stroller. We wait, he runs up to the bus, then banks and runs the other way. Like this is some sort of weird game. I tell the bus driver to run him over. Leave! Leave Now! The bus driver leaves. The guy is still running in circles with the stroller. He has his problems, I have mine. THEN I realize that Wilderness Lodge is just spitting distance from the T&TC! We could have WALKED. Grrrrrrrr. Well at least I didnt have to offend the local wildlife with my burrito difficulties. I needed my rest because tomorrow its my First Annual Epcot World Showcase Pub Crawl and I need to be in top form for that.
