PrincessAurora & Tiggers Rowdy Halloween - (Day 4, Part Six - Pub Crawl 2003)

[PrincessAurora]

10-28-03 (Part 6) – 1st Annual World Showcase Pub Crawl 2003 <EPCOT>
Well this is our all day drunk day so I figured a good breakfast was in order. My Italian grandmother always told me if you eat bread you won’t get drunk. All I think that gets you is a fat, drunk Italian.

Anyway, I get up feeling MUCH better this morning. (No more “bad burrito” moments) and check out the otter pond. Nope, no otters this morning. We pack and head down to Roaring Forks. This is the first time I’ve really eaten here (aside for the drink thing) and it isn’t bad. We had bacon, grits, a croissant and some breakfast sandwich thing that gave us a nice buffer for the upcoming booze. We head off to the bus and are on our way! Tigger tells me you have to hit the cowbells on your way to and from the buses. I look dubious but he makes me do it. You know, its kinda fun. Whee!

Since we were making two trips to Epcot, I figure today was right side of Innovations first, the following day would be the left side. No Mission Space before drinking mass amounts of booze. Tigger has been jonesin to try Mission Space but today is not the day. I drag him into the golf ball for a journey into communication. It was a nice relaxing way to start the day. He thinks it’s a big waste of time. Tiggers comment on this centerpiece ride are “It is a nice way to get out of the heat or rain. Other than that, Disney should turn it into a restaurant and bar.” Tiggers do NOT like the golf ball ride. Tiggers want to go on Mission Space.

I next dragged Tigger over to the house of the future. You see, I was in escrow, set to close my first house and these gadgets are even more interesting to me now. He REALLY liked the Home Theatre system and the new automated lighting. The hybrid car was really cool as well.

After leaving the techo house we make our stop at Ice Station Cool. This was Tiggers first experience with Ice Station Cool and with Beverly! O yeah. The only problem is that he is tipped off that it is nasty tasting. I can’t even get a good picture of him drinking it because he is determined to smile after drinking so we don’t get the satisfaction of his “this is nasty” face. That honor went to me with the too sweet Costa Rica drink.
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New stroll over to France for the start of our Pub Crawl. The Food & Wine festival is going on so I have a plan. 1 drink and 1 food item per country. Keep food in your stomach, keep your pace and you wont be so trashed. So here we are 11am, in France and starting our pub crawl. It is overcast but not too chilly. It is keeping the crowds down which is a good thing. I started with a nice light Chardonnay and Tigger had red wine since we determined that French girls have no idea how to pull a beer. It was just all head. I also got a crème brulee which was substandard. I should have stuck with the bakery.

We did a bit of shopping (I’m a speed shopper. Get in, get out, move on – much to Tiggers glee) and then moved directly to Morocco where I get nice sweet wine and some lovely lemon chicken. The buildings in Morocco are so beautiful. There is no poverty, pick pockets and you can drink the water.

Next stop was Japan. 2 orders of cold sake and seared ahi tuna to eat. YUMMY! We made a dash into the big department store where I get to see tons of Pokeman and Digimon and whateverMon things for sale. I guess the new big thing is Hamtoro. He is a hamster and has these little hamster friends. I guess they go on hamster adventures and they have a toy tie-in deal with Burger King. I’ve never seen them on TV. I buy a Hamtoro for my friend Bob because he’s just weird that way.

I also hear a family argument with a British mom and her kid – “I am not spending 24 pounds on cards!” I do the math in my head. OK that is $36 approx. for a packet of some kind of satan-soul eating-Yu-Gi-O or whatever latest kid fad thing is going on. $36 is very steep. I say that the kid should get a job in a meat packing plant and pay for his own card habit. Mom flew him across an ocean to go to DisneyWorld, that should be PLENTY! PLEASE don’t tell me that the Brit kids are getting as spoiled as ours. I think that is a sign of the apocalypse.

Anyway, I move on in my spending spree because I am a capitalist pig, I’m a grown up and I have a job. I buy a nice tea set and have it shipped home. (It should be noted that I received my tea set a few days ago and couldn’t remember what it looked like until I unwrapped it. The booze was starting to kick in and drunk people should stay away from the money. Fortunately, it was very lovely.)

Back into the crisp air and who do we see but CHUCK AND DAVE!!!!! O My God!! We need a picture with Chuck and Dave. Delswifes vacation lingo is slipping into our vacation. They are now forever Chuck & Dave to us. Thanks Em! If you have no idea what I am rambling about, read Delswifes trip reports. You can thank me later.

Well, we have done 3 countries pretty quick. I wanna say within an hour to an hour and a half and are now on to America. I am feeling light-headed though my writing is still good. Tigger is feeling no effects. I have a Beringer Chardonnay and Tigger has the Ravenswood Cab. I also get some lobster and corn chowder which is WONDERFUL!

Tigger bounced off to bum a cigarette (since he forgot his and is having withdrawals) and I call Dot. Its one of those “I love ya man” calls. She really wishes that she would have saved it. I didn’t think I was very drunk, just happy. Yup, we are happy. Off to Italy.

Looking back I can see Italy is where my writing started to go downhill after my bellini. Tigger has an Italian margarita made with grappa and limiecco. I buy a cannoli and make some notes. When I get home I find that the shirt I bought is a little tight, but the charms I bought for my Italian charm bracelet were still in good order.

Tigger has “barely a buzz” – Me? I have a definite buzz but a buzz with reflexes as I prove when the wind nearly knocked over my plastic Bellini glass and I caught it in the nick of time. We watch the living statues. The lady was just remarkable. She also snatched my furry leopard backpack! I am buzzed, happy and perplexed as to how to retrieve my “funny lookin’ youngin’” from the clutches of the statue lady. I finally get him back. Yay!
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We now make another booze stop in Germany. The Germans are very friendly. The Germans want us to drink more. I stay away from those agents of Satan, Jaegermeister and Goldshalger. Did I mention that my Dad would give me a shot of Jaegermeister when I was little to get me to throw up. It worked! Only had to do it once and I’ve never touched the stuff as an adult. The whole name just equates to “hurl” for me. We instead had shots of Kleiner Feigling. It means “little coward” and it is fig vodka. It is GOOD! It is sooooo good. Its called little coward because it has10% less of the alcohol content.

The weather is starting to get a little darker and we are on to Darkest Africa. We end up drinking at the Australian pavilion. It is now 2:30 (3 ½ hours and 7 drinks in). I have wine, Tigger has wine and we also nosh on Lamb and Beef Tenderloin. Yum. Tigger is still sober. I am drunk. I tell people stuff that I can’t remember. I wouldn’t have even remembered that but I wrote that down in my book – “I told people sluff I cant remember” (That’s how it looks to me.) I now decide that Tigger needs to drink 2 drinks in each country because he weighs more than me and it isn’t fair.

We trek to China where it starts to drizzle. I have plum wine and Dan Dan noodles in peanut sauce. They are cold. They are suppose to be cold. I wouldn’t notice if they were worms.

Norway is beckoning and I need Kringla Bakery in the worst way. I get a Rice Cream (mmmmmmm) and a frosted Pretzel to have the next day with an Irish Coffee. Tigger has a Ringles beer. The line for Maelstrom is starting to grow because people want to get out of the drizzle. Tigger is now officially buzzed. We decide to wait for our next Epcot day to ride this ride. Its fun but it is cutting in to precious drinking time. I am still insisting to my trip diary that I am not drunk but buzzed. My writing is pretty sloppy. I buy some “weird candy” and we push on to Mexico.

Here is my notebook transcript: “MEXICO – add 2 Guisness and pototo bacon thing – Tigger went 2 pee so I got to write. I bit my lip & didn’t scream because I am drunk & didn’t quite feel it.” – That about sums it up.

I dragged him into the Pyramid, where we got separated and ran around yelling “Marco!” – “Polo”. We didn’t buy anything here – Thank God – I was having flashbacks of being on shore leave in Mexico from a cruise ship – being WAY more drunk and buying a margarita glass only to discover when I got home that it was very short and kinda tilted to one side. I still say they switched it on me. I NEVER would have bought that. Yeah, yeah, I know.

I now drag Tigger on the River of Time because I figure it can only improve when you are drunk. It didn’t but at least you don’t mind it so bad. Tigger said I was lucky he was buzzed because he is never again getting on that ride sober. I don’t blame him.

It is now starting a light rain. We slog over to Canada where I buy some walnut maple fudge and get some Molson Gold beer. We also buy some potato chips with malt & vinegar. We sit in the rain and eat them. We are getting all wet but we don’t care. Ponchos are for the weak and little girls.

Somehow we get lamb chops at the New Zealand stand, which were the BEST and head over to the End of the Line – The Rose & Crown Pub. Due to the rain, everyone was moving inside. OK, we are now loaded and forgot to take a picture of our last stop. We share the bar with an equally drunk couple. Me and the drunk guy lecture the bartender about this moron who is at the bar and his kids are SITTING AT THE BAR!! That is ILLEGAL! I don't care if its WDW, you are still in the State of Florida. My Dad would have kicked my ***. This guy needs to know what a poor excuse for a parent he is. Yup, fear the drunks walking in the rain. He finally gets it and takes his kids off the bar stools and to a table - WHERE THEY BELONG! Damn! I feel so righteous and wet and indignant and I'm having a blast. Drank a Guinness (cause I like'em) and had to suffer through some 8 year old singing the WORST karaoke on the planet.

OK we are done now. We have drunk all we can and not hurl. We have shopped, we have eaten, we are wet. We head back to the Lodge for a little R&R and some Magic Kingdom fireworks. It was really great, it was so magical. They were being shot off during the Halloween Party and then… the neighbors came out on the balcony.

They were new and they were LOUD. They had to give a running commentary. “O look at that!”, “O that is a big one”, “Wow, look at that one” – YES, they are fireworks. This was starting to be as annoying as people that talk during the movie. Then their older child started going off about the “sonic boom” they make. Um, listen kid – I don’t know where you go to school but a sonic boom is caused when an object moves faster than the speed of sound. Fireworks are just explosives. Pure and simple. Its an explosion, not a sonic boom. We had to listen about the sonic boom a number of times. I bit my tongue. I was amazed considering the mass quantities of alchohol I consumed.

We finish the evening but shutting out the dull roar of the neighbors and sleeping in. Tomorrow is our slack-off day.

 

[Minniespal]

Wonderful trip report ~ Thanx for sharing.

 

[corky805]

What a day in Epcot!! Do all children annoy you? LOL

 

[PrincessAurora]

Not all children, just the annoying ones. I do have good kid experiences later in part 9

 

[IloveDMB]

Too funny and sounds like a lot of fun. Seems like maybe I should schedule a pub crawl for my next trip.