PrincessAuroras Weird and Freaky Trip Report - Final Installment

[PrincessAurora]

Traveling to Orlando and the Flying Man Melons

CAST:
"Aurora" – Obsessive computer geek, web designer, & Disney Princess. Always planning her next trip to The World.
"Tink" – Funny, sweet and detailed oriented fairy with a ‘tude. Grumpys long term SO. Did I mention she is very patient?
"Grumpy" – That about says it. Mouselover with anger management issues.

It is 3:45 in the morning. It is raining outside. I’ve packed the night before; the suitcases are by the door. I am waiting on Tink & Grumpy so we can go to the airport together. They are suppose to be here at 5:30am, we get to the airport by 6:00am, our flight is at 7:20am. Perfect timing. I’m very into timing and schedules and punctuality. Call it being a control freak, call it obsessive, it makes me feel better.

My ensemble for the day is jeans, my vintage Sleeping Beauty poster shirt, gray Tink hoodie from Disneyland, black glasses, and tennis shoes.

After I dress I start thinking about Groundhog Day. Why? Why not. It was just 2 days ago and it strikes me as odd. Punxsutawney Phil: the prognosticating Groundhog of Gobbler’s Knob, PA. According to the news and Phil’s official website - http://www.groundhog.org/ - here was his prediction:

Phil's official forecast as read 2/2/06 at sunrise at Gobbler's Knob:

It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Around the country there are many imitators of me.
In Harrisburg there is Gus who appears on TV
working for the lottery.
Then all around town,
Cute groundhog statues abound.
They all look like me, I found.
Today on the Knob as I'm doing my job,
I don't like this likeness of me.
It's my shadow I see. Six more weeks of mild winter there will be.

Yup, you go gopher! Tell me, when did we decide to let an overgrown hamster on steroids tell us what the weather is going to be? Does this just apply to Gobbler’s Knob or the whole state of Pennsylvania or the whole country? I just don’t get the weather rodent thing but am found strangely drawn to it all the same. Perhaps one day I will be among the screaming mobs in the icy streets of Gobblers Knob in the darkness of the early morning, wearing a plush rodent on my head, and screaming with joy and flasked whiskey like a mad woman. Perhaps I will retire to Celebration and be a greeter at Wilderness Lodge. Hmmmm, think I will choose Florida. Snow would be great if it wasn’t so cold and wet.

I turn on the TV and watch “House of Mouse”. There are some Donald Duck shorts on. Damn, these are really violent! I mean Donald really looses it and those nephews of his are even worse. You know, I really like duck. Especially marinated, steamed and then seared in a cast iron skillet that has been heated to “NASA hot” proportions.

5:30am comes and goes. 5:40am, 5:45am. I am starting to worry. I will need to drive to the airport myself if they are any later. The phone rings. It’s Tink. There was road construction and they were detoured. They will be here in 5 minutes. I put my bags in the trunk.

They show up, it is raining. Grumpy tries to pull his car into the driveway, the car catches. You see my driveway was designed for Model T Fords and most modern cars hang on it. This is why I park on the street. It is a pain. So since Grumpy can’t park his car, we will have to take separate cars to the off airport parking lot.

So off we go, playing follow the leader on the rainy Oakland streets. I hate SUVs. Why? Why not. Well for one reason, one psycho woman cuts in front of me, sending a wall of water onto my windshield that takes a few swipes to remove. HEY! I’m tryin’ to drive here!

We park the car, check into the airport, check the bags and board the plane all without incident. I printed out everyone’s boarding passes and put them into individual envelopes with confirmation numbers and Southwest drink coupons. You can’t say I’m not a good hostess if obsessive/compulsive.

Once we are settled, I order a hot chocolate with Baileys. Hey, it’s “Beer o clock” somewhere in the world! Tink has a Bloody Mary. Grumpy has Sprite and settles in to listen to his Disney pod casts. Tink pulls out her Nintendo handheld and starts playing a G rated video game called “Animal Crossing”. It’s like a separate little world in there. She has a little girl character that interacts with the animals. She is telling me that it has raccoons that are really a type of dog but something was lost in the Japanese translation. They have prominent testicles that transform into other things. I am NOT making this up – here is the entry in the On-line encyclopedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanuki. Gee parents, guess you didn’t know what Junior was playing with. Well here is your public service announcement, though it appears that the large ummm, man melons, do not play a large roll in the game. Ha ha ha – OK, I’ll be quiet now.

Well it’s snack time. Southwest is not known for its fine snacks. They are getting a bit better. Whole Wheat Fig Newtons, Ritz Crackers with Cheese and Baked Wheat Thin Mini Crisps. Why is it you will eat stuff at 30,000 feet while stuffed into a tiny chair that you would NEVER eat at home for $20? I am still trying to figure that out.

I check out Spirit Magazine, Southwest’s in-flight reading material and find with great joy there is a mention of Cowgirl Creamery included in a foodie article. Cowgirl Creamery, inventors of the amazing Red Hawk cheese, is a fantastic local cheese company in Point Reyes. It gives me hope for great foodie adventures to come.

We change planes in Houston and I get a cheese quesadilla. You know how locals say that everything is big in Texas? Well, they are right. I swear there was a BRICK of cheese in that quesadilla. Guess I won’t need to use the loo on the plane. Guess that was TMI right?

While Grumpy is off looking for beer, Tink fills me in on a story. It seems one day while taking a walk in the park, Grumpy was, well… grumpy. In an attempt to brighten his mood, she saw a lady walking some dogs. They were a breed that Grumpy liked so she said “Hey honey, look at the cute dogs!” Grumpy looked and proclaimed “Those dogs suck.” O Kay. I guess that didn’t work. So from now on, that will be one of our catch phrases. If something just doesn’t appeal to Grumpy it’s “Those dogs suck”.

Grumpy returns, starts listening to his pod cast and I contemplate the rest of my cheese brick disguised as a tortilla. It is then that Tigger’s “man melons” came flying at me. I SWEAR! They were round, furry, orange with black stripes and about the size of a tangerine. A little boy who failed to catch them followed them. I’m thinking, “Hey kid keep your balls to yourself!” but just send him away with the admonition to “Just try to hold on to your balls”. I crack myself up sometimes.

Back on the plane and we meet our Flight Attendant Bingo. Yes that is his real name, Bingo. He said his family had 4 girls when he came along and his Father said “Bingo! It’s a boy” and that was what they named him. He was very good-natured but I guess you would have to be. I wonder how often he had to hear that song as a kid? Damn, he must have been thrown into trashcans a lot in high school.

Well we get into Orlando and catch our shuttle to our airport hotel. I figure that we can stay off property the first night and save on the cost. We share our shuttle with a pilot and flight attendants. I am glad he wasn’t flying our plane. It was like being trapped with 8 year olds and I received an education. Let’s see, they said that one Flight Attendant, partied until 3am, got all drunk, received the requisite hangover and had to fly the next day. After that revelation, they started in with the “Dude!” and “Stop touching me!” and “You’re not the boss of me!” I fear for our future.

It now seems that we are staying in the room NEXT to the room that the Olympic Torch from the1996 Olympics slept. I kid you not. There is a plaque and everything. I wrote it down:

The Olympic Torch Slept Here
Sunday, July 7, 1996
Holiday Inn, Official Provider of Hotel Accommodations – 1996 Olympic Torch Relays.
During it’s 15,000 mile journey across the United Sates, the Olympic Torch rested only at Holiday Inn hotels.
This guest room was the Official Overnight Resting Place for the Olympic Flame.

Wow. Wonder if it got room service. I should say we were staying on the top floor. It is a key card secured business travel floor. I stay in lots of hotels. Those frequent stays count for something AND we get free continental breakfast!

Tink has to go play her Nintendo animal game. It seems her character has to go see a dog play guitar in a club so she can buy his CD. You can only get this CD on Saturday nights from 8pm – midnight. She also has a squirrel in her house that will not leave. O kay.

I admit I am starting to get a bit envious of this hand held animal game. But I must restrain myself because tomorrow we are going to THE WORLD!!!

NEXT: MGM & my Nemesis Bartender DAVE (da da DA!!!!!!!!!)

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Perhaps one day I will be among the screaming mobs in the icy streets of Gobblers Knob in the darkness of the early morning, wearing a plush rodent on my head, and screaming with joy and flasked whiskey like a mad woman.

I know WHERE. Now... just tell me WHEN. I'll be there, too!!!!!!


I KNEW I LIKED YOU!


Great start. Keep it comin'. Mel.

 

[pumba]

next time i fly to Disney.....want to fly out of Maine with us......I do believe we could have a good time.....thanks again for your freaky trip report

 

[5disneyfreaks]

As I was reading your post, I just kept on laughing. I know my kids think I wierd. I do love reading your post and can't wait for more!

 

[Alysa]

great report - can't wait to read more!

 

[Cinerama]

Love it so far--keep writing! Hope Tink got bought the CD and got rid of the squirrel.......

 

[PrincessAurora]

Love it so far--keep writing! Hope Tink got bought the CD and got rid of the squirrel.......

She bought it and the squirrel did leave, eventually. I guess she now has a CD collection that you can play at will. That night it was the country CD.

 

[PrincessAurora]

CAST:
"Aurora" – Obsessive computer geek, web designer, & Disney Princess. Always planning her next trip to The World.
"Tink" – Funny, sweet and detailed oriented fairy with a ‘tude. Grumpys long term SO. Did I mention she is very patient?
"Grumpy" – That about says it. Mouselover with anger management issues.

6:30am. Ensemble for the day: Black hip hugger pants from Hot Topic with a cat on the hip, “Don’t cross my path” down the back on one leg and 2 large cat eyes on each of my butt cheeks. A black Jessica Rabbit boy beater that says “Irresistible”, black silk sweater, Disneyland Guest of Honor name tag, lime green Mouse head DIS name tag, glasses, black tennis.

There are 2 bags of food outside the door. I guess this is our free continental breakfast. They each contain a bottle of OJ, an apple, a pastry and a strawberry cereal bar. Cool. We bring it with us. I never turn down food, especially free food. I go down the hall and bring Tink and Grumpy back some coffee from our free coffee bar. I also bring lots of creams and sugars because I don’t know how Grumpy takes his coffee and I’m too scared to poke him with a stick.

Well, we all get downstairs without bloodshed and in a pretty good mood. Our town car is there and in fact, early. I LOVE this company. We are now off to The World and Wilderness Lodge. I have little hope that our room will be ready but I can dream.

We check in and get a new cast member. She doesn’t say “Welcome Home”. I tell her she should say it because it makes me feel happy and gives me that warm, I’m gonna cry feeling but in a good way. She doesn’t know the rooms and my preference wasn’t sent over. I told her “Otter Pond” 5th or 4th floor right by the elevator. She went in the back and asked. The mysterious CMs in the back did their magic and I got a room 1 floor down and 2 over from my old room from last trip. This way we could see the fireworks. We check our bags and are off to MGM!

We only waited 5 minutes for the bus. MGM is not my favorite park and I would skip it if possible. We check out a Pirate store that was next to the candy store. Tink was all excited to see a Pirate version of the game “Life”. Grumpy told her she wouldn’t like it.

She said, “yes I would”.

He said “No you wouldn’t because you don’t like competitive games.”

She thought about this. “Life isn’t competitive.”

Well we all know that life is but it’s been a long time since I played the game of Life. All I remember is getting a mortgage and paying bills and getting more and more little pink or blue peg kids to put in your sedan. You know, now that I am grown, that doesn’t sound like such a good game. Do they have the IRS game?

I do know what she means about board games, competition and siblings. My sister and I use to play death match Risk. I would always choose pink. I would be the gay army that holed up in Australia while my sister conquered the rest of the planet. But could she dislodge the homosexuals from Australia? NO! She would eventually get mad, throw her armies around and leave. If only war was that simple. We will just hole up “down under”; they will get bored and quit.

We get a FP for Rockin’ Roller coaster and are on our way to seek out a bathroom (the other theme of our trip “Bathrooms of The World”) when a little kid comes running up to me. I kinda freak. What does this kid want? Does he have a live animal, candy? Can I roll him for it? I “think” he says “Hug” because he has his arms outstretched while he is saying it. I’m thinking, “WHY does a kid want me to hug him?” I’m not dressed as a Princess or anything. Now I’m back to being freaked out. I just smile and say “No thank you honey” and keep walking. It is then that I realize we are missing Grumpy. O NO! The kid is running to Grumpy with his arms outstretched saying something. Grumpy stops, puts his arms out to his side as well, says something to the kid then moves on. O kay.

Grumpy says to me “Why didn’t you stop?”

I’m like “What? Did he have a Snickers bar? What?”

“He told you to ‘stop’ like the railroad crossing sign.” Grumpy points to it behind us.

Well I’ll be! So THAT is what he was saying. Gee Grumpy, I didn’t know you could speak 3 year old. That is pretty impressive.

I should explain that while I really do like kids, especially well-behaved children.. If they aren't well-behaved, they must be entertaining. I use to teach 6th grade, I don’t always understand little kids before they are old enough to carry on a conversation. I was raised completely among adults. I didn’t see, talk to or play with another child until I went to school. I grew up in San Francisco and there weren’t any kids in my neighborhood so I was always better with adults. Just so you know I’m not a total freak, just a partial one.

Anyway, we are now in search of food. Food and coffee. You see Grumpy is a caffeine fiend and he needs coffee bad. The one cup I gave him this morning has worn off. DANGER! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! As I mentioned, I really don’t like MGM and the only place I have eaten at was Brown Derby so I am at a loss regarding the location of counter service places. I remember “Starring Rolls” from this board but have no idea where it is because I didn’t get a map. A serious flaw in my master plan. I also don’t really drink coffee and I certainly don’t drink Nescafe under any circumstances so I have no idea where the coffee fairy is either. So we wander and wander and we wander into Narnia.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[PrincessAurora]

Whooo Hooooo! Party with Mel and Pumba! Anytime, anytime!

 

[PrincessAurora]

This is basically a big trailer. You watch previews of the movie while you are in line then you go inside where a large wardrobe is. OK, now I’m going to say something very non-PC. I couldn’t understand what the CM was saying and neither could anyone else. I think his first language was Portuguese. English was NOT his primary language. Now you expect this in World Showcase but not MGM. It was rough. I am trying really hard to listen but Narnia came out “Neh’ah–nya”. The people next to me were looking at me to translate. ME! The super pale skinned red-head. Does it look like I speak Portuguese? I don’t even speak Gaelic (like anyone does anymore – I have SUCH a time with people pronouncing my name) and my Spanish will either get me free drinks or slapped.

Anyway, back to the show. You walk through the wardrobe into the frozen land of Narnia. There is the lamp post, exactly like in the movie. There is a screen, which shows all of Narnia down to the stone table. There is voice-over narration and then on a ledge above the beavers home is the White Witch. She recites something and I try to figure out if she is real or animatronic. She is real. Then the screen basically shows you scenes from the movie. When it is done you exit out of the forest and into a room where there are props and costumes such as the White Witch’s sled, some of the weapons, one of the White Witch’s dresses, etc. It was kind of cool but also I thought there would be more. More rooms or more … I don’t know, just more.

As a side note: this was one of the first plays that Tink & I both did (at different times of course). She was the White Witch and I was Lucy.

Well as we continued our food trek we passed the fountain from Splash. A father is walking by and says to his little boy “Look it’s Ariel!” OK, Pet Peeve #523: Adults that either are ignorant of what they are looking at and tell their kid the wrong thing or just do it because they are lazy and don’t want to explain.

I saw this up close at the Tut Exhibit. I saw the original exhibit when I was young in San Francisco and the latest one last year in LA. The exhibits are marked and I hear two young women saying “Ooooo, Tut used that sword in battle”. I look at the exhibit and know at a glance they are wrong. I say “No, he didn’t. That sword is made of gold which is too soft a metal to use in battle and if you read the plaque it will tell you that it is ceremonial.” It’s the historian in me and the teacher in me coming to the fore.

So when I see a HUGE plaque telling people about the statue and Splash and there is a picture of Tom Hanks and Darryl Hannah and a guy tells his kid it’s Ariel just because it’s a mermaid is ignorant. This would be the perfect time to get them interested in this movie or tell them about the Hans Christian Anderson story of the “The Little Mermaid” that both these stories had their roots in. But no. I’ll stop now. Read pages 34 – 65 in your textbook and be ready to answer questions. Class dismissed.

Now I am looking actively for Starring Rolls but find Walt Disney instead. Really. There he is in a garden of other busts.

O NO! I have completely forgotten our other companion and little buddy – Pal Mickey! He is “Classic” Pal Mickey, I won’t call him old. He doesn’t have the new information on the new rides but since I have no desire whatsoever to see the car show “Lights! Motor! Action!” from Paris, I can do without it. I do know that he is stock full of corny jokes. Here is one though you must read it with a Mickey Mouse voice: “How did the Romans build the Forum? Two’em and Two’me equals Four’um. Hehe, get it Four’em, never mind’em.” and “What did the sardine say when he saw the submarine? Look a can of people!” See what I mean? Mickey is our own personal comic.

I remember that Starring Rolls has Grapefruit Cake so I try looking by the Brown Derby and there it is! Now Grumpy can get coffee and Tink and I can get breakfast. They don’t have their full offerings as of yet so I get a chocolate croissant (which was sooo good) and a juice.

DINING PLAN HINT: Don’t waste Counter Service credits on breakfast. You can get double or triple your monies worth if you spend it on lunch. TRUST YOUR NATIVE GUIDE!

After the coffee melt down was avoided for the moment, we ride Rock n Roller Coaster. Tink is not a big thrill seeker but did go on this ride and was really proud of herself. I don’t think she has ever gone on an inversion or a corkscrew in her life. She dealt with it but refused to go on Tower of Terror. I suggested Muppets because nothing says plain vanilla, wacky entertainment like the Muppets. As we head across the park again I see something, something frightening.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[beckmrk04]

ok. I'm sucked in..... must.... know.... what...... happens....

 

[OhMari]

LOL-I can't imagine what is coming up next. Keep the thread going.

 

[Minniespal]

Loving your reports ~ Keep 'em coming.

 

[heaven2dc]

Oh my sides are hurting Stop please! No don't!!! Your trip is hilarious! More please!!

 

[VanniGirl]

Looking forward to finding out what happens next.....

 

[Becky_Boop]

Aaaaaah! Need... more... so much... suspense...

 

[PrincessAurora]

Cheerleaders! Wait, not cheerleaders – dancers – spirit dancers – dancers who are like cheerleaders only dance and don’t cheer. You get the picture. Lots of perky and pony tails and squealing and spirit fingers. I thought we were going to miss the spirit finger crowd. Nope. However it is only for a few days and they are never at Wilderness Lodge. Fortunately they are all well behaved, if squealy but who wasn’t when they were a 15 year old girl?

As we now start our pre Muppet wandering, we are back on Main Street when Grumpy spots another street that he wants to explore. We dutifully go with the flow. Since Grumpy is non-grumped we want to take advantage of it. We pass Hollywood & Vine and I see the entrance to 50’s Prime Time Cafe. Now I have heard about this place but have never eaten there. On the side there is a sign that says “Tune In Lounge”. I think its fake, that it’s part of the set. Grumpy points to the “Hours of Operation” sign. It says it’s open at 11:30am and it’s a little after that. O kay. We open the door and we are in heaven. It’s a BAR! A real bar! A cocktail lounge, 50’s style BAR! We are sooo happy. I walk in and proclaim loudly to the whole room “It’s a BAR!” They stare. Just wait until I’m ready to go, you’ll really be staring then.

We belly up to the bar because that’s what you are suppose to do and commandeer some stools. Tink on the far right, then Grumpy to her left, myself and Pal Mickey. Mick just had his 77th birthday so he can buy EVERYONE drinks. That Mouse is loaded. Unfortunately, he is refusing to pony up the dough. That Mouse is also cheap.

Our bartender is Dave and he is soooo cool! I like Dave. I defiantly would go out with Dave. That is another theme of this trip. (A) Celebrate my divorce and (B) Find myself a non lying, funny, smart, decent, hardworking, Disney loving, straight man who is single, emotionally available, doesn’t live with his parents in the basement, has his own car, has a job, has a motivated career path and owns real estate or the means to acquire same. I know it is a long list but a girl has to have her standards. If you know anyone, send them my way. I’ll get you into Club 33.

So back to bartender Dave. I know that bartender may not fit the career motivated requirement but I’m sure he makes good tips. So we sit down and order drinks because what makes the Muppets funnier? Yup – alcohol!

It seems that the drink special on the chalk board was a “Beam Me Up Scotty”. I asked Dave what that was. He said someone put that up on the last shift and it will be gone in a few hours. I can see that he is a smart man. No self-respecting bartender wants to make a drink with Kaluha, banana liqueur and Bailey’s. That is just a one way ticket to driving the porcelain bus.

I order a gin and tonic with extra lime. Now here is where I am impressed. The Disney WELL booze is the GOOD STUFF! Skyy Vodka, Meyers Rum, Bushmills Whiskey, Bombay Gin. I am shocked and in heaven.

We now get into non-PC discussions re: why Song of the South is not released in the U.S and the logic of having a ride and characters that most kids don’t know the origins of. This discussion is getting more intense and Pal Mickey is now putting his two cents in.

“So Pal Mickey, what do you think of that?”

“What do you call someone who holds an octopus for ransom? A squid napper! Ha ha”

“Gee, thanks Mick!”

We really need to get to the Muppets but promise to come back in a few hours so off we go! We walk into the holding pen, feeling all good and warm and then realize that Grumpy is MIA. Where is Grumpy? Tink looks around, I look around. No Grumpy. Great. We figure he knows where we are and we all have cell phones. We watch the little movie with Gonzo or Beaker or that other one – I can’t tell. I’m just busy yelling, “BEAN!” I really love that loser rabbit. Bean is such a screw up but he tries. He REALLY tries! I can relate to that.

Then I see Grumpy. He is off to the side, hiding behind a crate or just sitting there by himself and not actually hiding but just sitting out of sight. O kay.. back to Bean! Grumpy emerges from his place before the doors open. I am a little puzzled by the whole thing. Were we supposed to look for him like hide and seek or did he just want to be alone or did he want to see if we noticed he was gone? I am not sure but I have a short attention span. BEAN!

The show starts and I just can’t get over the fact how unattractive they made Piggy. I LOVE Miss Piggy. She is such a diva and I hate that straight blond hair they have on her as opposed to her blond curls. That always has bugged me.

Well after this it is on our way to the Great Movie Ride. As we try to wind our ways through the streets a wall of noise assaults my ears. O dear God in Heaven – it’s the Power Rangers jumping around by a car and posing and acting all “Rangery”. I declare, the Power Rangers are so 2 decades ago. Let’s run, run. RUN!!!!!!! I’m so glad that Pal Mickey has nothing to say about them.

We do some shopping and ride the Great Get Off Your Feet and Into the Air Conditioning Ride. It wasn’t hot out so I guess the air conditioning part doesn’t count. The animatronics are cool though I could do without the “our tram gets high jacked by a gangster” subplot. The kids in my area got all worried as we enter the Nostromo. I’m sure most of you have seen Alien. It’s a scary movie. Now let me tell you, is there ANYTHING scarier on planet Earth than Sigourney Weavers flat behind 20 ft tall on the silver screen wearing white granny underpants? Didn’t think so. Fortunately we only see goo dripping Aliens and are spared the horror of the flat behind. I say a prayer of thanks. Pal Mickey is happy too.

NEXT: More Bartender Dave and the Hot Tub from Hades

 

[TeresaNJ]

Can't wait to read some more. Great report!!

 

[PrincessAurora]

Now we need to get back to Bartender Dave! We need refueling. O no. We are stopped by one of those little street skits. This one involves a hayseed director and an aging movie star. We stop and watch. I now pick up a new phrase. When someone says something incredulous, you say, “Shut the Front Door!”. Now say this with a drawl like you are going to say “Shut the F*** Up” but insert the above instead. In fact the first time I heard this, the “F bomb word” was already going into my brain before the rest of me caught up.
“He did not just say…. OH! THAT is what he said! Geez I really need another drink!”

Bartender Dave is sooo glad to see us but now he is joined by Bartender Moe. He reminds me of Moe from the Simpsons. I order a Cosmo this time. Moe makes it. That was my first mistake. It is a whopper and there is something.. I don’t know, something off. There is something weird with that drink. I am starting to get pretty wasted pretty fast. It is only 1 drink and a few hours have gone by since the last drink. This is not normal. I have another cosmo. OK, this one puts me over the top. I get my cell phone and start dialing. You know what I’m talking about. You start calling your friends with the “drunk call” which is usually prefaced with “I love ya man!”

It’s so embarrassing. I forget exactly who I called but have an idea. Fortunately none of them called the police and all were smart enough not to give me their credit card numbers. These drinks are really getting out of control. I know we met Cousin Pip and Sister Danielle but only because I wrote it down. My notes say, “We are family. I LOVE THIS BAR!!! Did I say this place is cool and I love you. Dave will be here who we retun for Fartasmic – had cosmoo - boy am I buzzed.” Spelling is all as written. Sad, huh?

So we say goodbye to Dave the cool bartender and my new arch nemesis Mel the bartender who has been feeding me poisoned cosmos. We take the bus back to Wilderness Lodge and have a lovely dinner at Artist Point. (See Food Reviews)

NEXT: Hot Tubs and the End of our First Official Day - 6 more to go.

 

[labdogs42]

Our bartender is Dave and he is soooo cool! I like Dave. I defiantly would go out with Dave. That is another theme of this trip. (A) Celebrate my divorce and (B) Find myself a non lying, funny, smart, decent, hardworking, Disney loving, straight man who is single, emotionally available, doesn’t live with his parents in the basement, has his own car, has a job, has a motivated career path and owns real estate or the means to acquire same. I know it is a long list but a girl has to have her standards.

So, is it OK if he lives with his parents as long as he lives on the main floor?

If you know anyone, send them my way. I’ll get you into Club 33.

AND, what is club 33? I know Mel HappyHaunt knows what you are talking about, but I'm feeling left out!

Thanks for a great trip report (I'm squealing that like a 15-year old cheerleader just for you!)