PrincessAuroras Weird and Freaky Trip Report - Final Installment

Before I continue to read this amazing, fun, great trip report;

Also the ride is a poor mans Indiana Jones. If you have never been to Disneyland, you are missing one of the BEST rides. Dinosaur took the jeeps and the ride technology from Indy but did it on the cheap. Indy while bumpy is smoother, WAY more exciting, HUGE open rooms with flames and snakes and a rickety rope bridge and skeletons and THREE different ways you can go so the ride is a little different depending on which tract you take. AMAZING! This, not so much. Bottom line, I was sick. I needed to sit down and breathe for a bit. Everest just gave me a buzz; Dinosaur makes me feel like I’m about to be hit by the asteroid.

I am sorry to tell you, but there is only ONE track at the Indy-ride. There are three doors, and only one track. Really... It is the coolest ride in the universe though (and Indy is the hottest AA in the universe!)

Continuing to read...
 
They decide to initiate “the wave”. Goody. The wave. That is soooooo two decades ago. I know some of you out there are wave fanatics and if you love it then wave away. I am not into waving. We have to be subjected to the waves crashing about our shoals 12 times before it runs its course. Since that did not illicit enough response from the girls they are trying to impress, they change tactics. Now they are trying the “slow clap” building to the “fast clap”. I KNOW they are all virgins and will be till the day they die. Even the girls their own age around them are getting tired of the testosterone fest. Dudes, just pee on a tree and call it a night.

:rotfl: I too hate the wave and the clap thing. I just ignore that it's going on around me...I mean really, should THAT many people be raising their arms at once at the end of a long disney day? I really don't think so. :lmao:
 
Checking this trip report out on the recommendation of mickeymousemom, and I'm so very glad I did....awesome trip report and talented writing. :thumbsup2
 

I know, I know, I totally suck.

OK, here is the deal. I had to go down to southern California on business. I work on the weekends 3 months out of the year down there. I had to give a friend a ride and she lives down by Santa Cruz which was about, ummmm, 1 1/2 hours from my house.

So I go down there on Thursday, we do errands, go to dinner with her little boy and it rains and rains and rains. We have to be up at 2:30am to drive to LA the next morning so after she packs boy and husband and yippy jumpy rat dog off to bed we get to sleep. Now the rain turns to hail and boulders and HUGE chunks of ice falling on the roof.

I doze for a few hours and then we drive through the ice and SNOW towards Interstate 5. I am all freaked out because I don't drive well on mountain roads that are all windy and turny and there is snow and ice and I'm afraid a deer is going to walk out in front of the car at any moment.

Once we get out of the foothills, it is just rain again, which I can handle. So drive, drive, drive through the early morning dark and dawn with no coffee and no sleep.

We stop at an Arco to get gas $2.85 a GALLEON and she get's gas station coffee (because Starbucks is the devil) and some spitters.

Now class, who knows about this because I was all confused. Its a huge bag of sunflower seeds. She tells me that her tractor drivin friends swear by "spitters" because you need to use your brain to eat sunflower seeds. Crack open the seed, work the seed out with your tounge, toss seed in a cup.

OK, just as long as I dont have spitty seeds inside the car I am OK with this because having other peoples spit on seeds in my car creeps me out.

No seeds got away. We did stop by Starbucks because I needed a Grande Chai Tea Latte and to get more gas because if you think I was filling the tank at $2.85 you are high. We start high fiving each other for having found $2.65 gas and that is SAD!

I go through the drive-through at the Devils Emporium (although another friend of mine assured me that the devil does NOT own Starbucks, he only owns 15% which is not where NEAR controlling interest) - Anyway..... I order my chai and ask her if she wants a "bickie".

"Come on - just a little bickie from the devil store!" So she orders a croissant and I up that and get a chocolate croissant. We drive off and then open the bags.

ICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I eat at Starbucks all the time. I've ordered chocolate croissants before. They are oblong with chocolate inside. This is croissant shaped with a little chocolate but it is stale, hard, crunchy and GROSS!

Miss "I will not eat at the devil coffee place" mocks me. She has a theory that Starbucks of Buttonwillow saves up their 3 day old pastry and tosses it to hapless drive through customers, betting they will not come back and hit them over the head with it. They are right. It is still in my car at this moment under the seat.

So we make it to LA around 9:30am. I look in no way fit to be seen by human kind. I have no make-up on, feel like a little furry animal that is not ready to crawl out of its hole - squinting at the morning sun, and I have those black flecks from the "spitters" in my teeth.

Great! I look like someone straight out of Deliverence. She tells me she didn't notice. I love it when friends look out for you.

So after the weekend, I had to drive back home to San Francisco through - you guessed it - more hail and snow. We aren't use to this! People in California freak out when it rains and forget how to drive. Freeze that rain and their brains all freeze and they drive like demented monkeys on crack.

I did get home in one piece (thanks to my Harry Potter book on tape) and the fact that I had that petrified croissant under the seat in case I got stuck and was forced to contemplate eating my own toes.

Then life intruded. I suck. Life sucks. Those dogs suck.

OK, will continue posting. But I will warn you that until the end of May I am gone Fri - Sun and sometimes Mon with no PC access so I will try to get a foot under me and catch up while also catching up on my work and my pursuit of wealth and a husband.

Cheers!
 
OMG -- You are just too funny !!! glad you are in one peice so you can finish up at somepoint!! Michelle
 
We head on back to the Lodge and I am trying to think of food options. Grumpy wants nachos. I don’t know if you can get nachos. Artist Point is out. They don’t have nachos unless the chef has lost his mind and decides to make “A Robust Trio of Buffalo, Elk and Caribou nachos with organic beans, mango salsa, crème, and multi-colored chips”. Not going to happen. Whispering Canyons is loud and my PMS will make me squish all the little screaming children with my mighty high heeled shoes. Grumpy wants to check out the menu but Tink warns him that they will “pwn” (pone) you there. What is pwn? It’s a gamer geek term meaning “mess with”, I think. Grumpy gives this two seconds of thought and decides that he does not want to be pwnd so that is out. I know they have a room service menu but I have never used it and don’t know if they have nachos.

Then I hit on an idea – Territory Lounge! It’s a lounge; there is drink and munchies. So off we go to the Lounge for food and booze. We get the menu and EUREKA! They have nachos! Grumpy gets his nachos, is a happy camper and there are drinks for all. Let me tell you, nothing says groovy like marshmallow pills and a Mohito. Although it’s not a “real” mohito that is “muddled”.

A mohito is made be mashing fresh mint leaves in a mortar and pestle with sugar and lime juice. You mush that around until it forms a paste then add rum and simple syrup (sugar water). There ya go! Icy minty drinking pleasure. Not bad for my first but want to try this at home since I have fresh limes and fresh mint on hand.

As we are chillin with our drinks and our snacks - Tink has something that I was nibbling but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was – the mohito was eating my brain. There is a LARGE family across from us in the bar. Actually a few familys sitting together. There is the adults table and the kids table. Now this is the family drinking experience I would love to see all the time. The adults had their drinks and were sitting talking of adult things. The kids, ranging in age from 5 – teens, had their non-booze drinks, some munchies, were laughing, talking, joking but NOT at the bar, not shrieking in those brain bleeding decibles and were really well behaved considering the wide age range. It warmed my heart.

Tink wanted to send the kids a round of drinks for being so cool and well behaved. Right about the time she was talking about doing it, their parents bought them a round so there went that good idea. I decided I was going to haul my marshmallow behind over to the parents and tell them how cool we thought their kids were. I hope I didn’t scare them. It went something like this:

Me: Hi, you don’t know me but I just wanted to tell you want great kids you have.
Them: You want them?
Me: Not for good but wouldn’t mind borrowing them for a bit especially if it would help in my search for Alan Rickman. (OK, maybe I didn’t mention Alan Rickman but I was thinking it).

I told them how well behaved they were and how cool they were and how they were doing something right and wanted to let them know. I have no idea if they thought I was crazy but it was from the heart. Well Grumpys nachos are toast and it is time for them to retire as I am sure there is a squirell or a rabbit or something in Tink’s little handheld that won’t leave her house and that needs to be attended to.

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OK - I need to go drop off my tax stuff with my accountant and do some work. Will post the remainder of day 4 this afternoon - I SWEAR!
 
Tink & Grumpy head upstairs and I head to the mercantile to buy socks. I lead such an exciting life. I come all the way to Florida and instead of buying a Cinderella doll or a Snow White T-shirt or a Pooh hat (did you know you have a little Pooh on your head? – no thanks!) – I go and buy new socks. It seems that my dryer eats them or they are caught in a strange time/space continuum that sends them to a sock planet to reproduce. I only have 4 pair with me and I am now out of socks.

While I do not have stinky feet (I’ve known 2 men during my lifetime that can clear a room by removing their shoes) I don’t want to offend the entire State of Florida and washing my socks and hanging them outside to dry sounds WAY too Grapes of Wrath for me. With my luck, the birds will knock them off the balcony and then the rabbits will carry them away.

I find a pair of Minnie Mouse crew socks but Minnie is NOT Mickey. I have to have the Mouse or nothing. Then after some digging I find Mickey. Two pairs are sold together so that’s a deal. I buy the socks and head on out. I have one more stop to make. I go to the front desk and lodge a complaint about Stitch. Yup, Stitch. It seems that Stitch is now horning in on The Mouses wake up call and it sucks. There, I said it. It sucks. The cast members felt bad but there was nothing they could do. The company is pushing Stitch right now. I told them to write down that I said they need to push Stitch right off a cliff and give us our “Up and Attum!” morning call.

Time to head on back when I run into (literally) my cousin Ursula the Sea Witch, her husband Bert and their hyperactive offspring Dot. This is what happens when your family buys into Disney Vacation club. They actually take vacations and run into yours. After the round of hugs I look at my socks – Minnie. WAIT, I bought Mickey! Dot grabs them and turns them around.

“See? It’s Mickey on one side and Minnie on the other side. Can’t you turn them over.”

I stare at the Dotster.
“Yes I can turn them over but I didn’t think of it at the time.”
“Why?”
“Because I had a Mohito.”
“Why?”
(I look for Ursula, she has dumped me.)
“Because it is late and I’m tired.”
“Why”
(Someone shoot me now.)
“Because Mickey cries when little girls keep asking Why when they should be going to bed.”
“No he does not.”

I have been outclassed by a 6 year old. I am done. Tinks animals will be a welcome distraction. Before I can make a clean getaway, Ursula and Bert pound out of me that we will be at Magic Kingdom tomorrow and we should all go together. I am too squishy to argue.

“Yes I will meet you downstairs, no I won’t be late” Grumpy is going to love this.

NEXT: Magic Kingdom, Stitch is poopy and more fun than you can shake a stick at.
 
PrincessAurora said:
With my luck, the birds will knock them off the balcony and then the rabbits will carry them away.

I love a story with rabbits :rotfl2: Anyway, great segment! Can't wait to read what is next!

ttfn,
Tara
 
The television show that I will be on is "Fred Willards American Festivals" on the Travel Channel. We were suppose to be the first episode on Tues. the 28th but I now hear we have been moved to the next Tuesday the 4th of April. When it gets closer and I can get the details off TiVo I will post it.
 
I haven't read your thread, since the 1st one was posted. It took me over 4 hours to read it. I can't wait to hear how you MK went with your relatives and Tink and Grumpy. Did you really want to spend the day with them?
 
gREAT REPORT! My husband thinks I'm crazy coming in here laughing at myself..he just shakes his head whenever I mention The DIS.
 
PrincessAurora said:
It’s a gamer geek term meaning “mess with”, I think. Grumpy gives this two seconds of thought and decides that he does not want to be pwnd so that is out.

Yeah, it means some thing to the effect of, being outdone to point that you are "owned." Total pwnage! Erm, when I am not on the DIS... I play an online game called Puzzle Pirates. It's great fun. Think: Lego Pirates!

Google it up, it's a lot of fun. Lots of us "experienced" (old) persons play it. Tell 'em 'Rosie sent ye to the Midnight Ocean. pirate: Yarrrrr!
 
I wake up late today, 7:10am. Dawn Otter Patrol is a bust since I don’t want to wake Tink & Grumpy. I get dressed and go downstairs.

Ensemble; Sleeping Beauty Original Poster shirt, jeans, Wilderness Lodge flannel shirt, glasses, etc.

I took the time to check out Roaring Forks, the snack area of Wilderness Lodge. It is undergoing a renovation and wanted to see how bad the damage was. Not too bad. I got a bagel and cream cheese to go with the drink I brought from the room and settled down to people watch. It’s a nice way to relax, start the day and gives Tink & Grumpy some space as well.

This gave me some time to think about time patterns. You see, when Grumpy was last here, he would get up around 11am, get to the parks at 1pm, and stay up until 3am. Conversely, I am up at 6:30am, at the parks by 8am and to bed by 10-11pm. No wonder this is not the softly flowing river through Candyland that I was picturing.

As I am watching the ebb and flow of kids in the lobby I notice something. Little kids have this twisty, turny way of running that if adults did it would make us look like total spazes. It’s like they are little hippies dancing to the music in their minds. I’m so glad most of them will grow out of that.

A 10 year old boy runs by totally spazing out. You know something, girls don’t do this. Only boys do. Here I am doing a scientific survey. I am down in this lobby each morning and I have yet to see a little girl with the spazzy running thing going on. I don’t count the girls in the pink water wings because that was just really bad fashion sense and can be corrected.

As I am contemplating whether I can get grant money from the Government to study this further, I see the Dotster and her parents. Here is the batting order:

Ursula the Sea Witch – We are the same age except that I am younger, prettier and didn’t lose my waist to birthin babies (well except for tonight – wait for it). This woman eats Southern beauty queens for lunch.

Bert, Ursula’s Husband – He is fun loving, dances, fixes things – badly, and is as sharp as a bag of wet mice.

Dot aka The Dotster – She is their sweet, kind, spawn from hell. No she really is a cool kid but sometimes I think she is worshipping Gozer the Gozarian in her spare time.

The Sea Witch Family bought into Vacation Club and the Villas a few years back and have been taunting me with it ever since. Can I buy points? Can I stay there? No, why don’t I get my OWN? Well maybe that is because the dot.com bubble burst and all of us 70k geeks are now baristas at Starbucks. I hate technology.

I text Tink with a message that the “Family”, it sounds more like a cult that way, are ready to leave so we are taking the boat to Magic Kingdom and will meet them there.

The Dotster who is already supercharged on sugared cereal is going 90 miles an hour when she hits me.

“Iwannagoonpoohandthehorsethingandtheteacupsandthematterhornandtheplacewiththedollsandpeterpanbutnotsnowwhiteandalltheotherstuff!”

“WHOA! First Pooh is lame, he ate Mr. Toad. Second, the horses are cool, we can do that. Third, you can do the tea cups by yourself because I will puke on you if I go. Fourth, the Matterhorn is in Disneyland so you are out of luck. Fifth, the place with the dolls is evil and they put little kids in there for being bad and then they have to sing that song forever. Sixth, Peter Pan is cool, we can go on that and seventh, what is wrong with Snow White?”

She looks at me with that look. You know the look. The one like that little kid would give his brother on Different Strokes before he grew up to do commercials for a money lending place.

I had no choice. I was going to the doll house of evil. I got in the boat. While Bert distracted The Dotster with sitting in the front I spent some time visiting with my cousin.

You see, back home I am getting some fixin done with the house and have learned the hard way that all contractors will say “2 weeks” and 5 months later you are up to your “donkey” in alligators. However I have hope that when I return my kitchen counters will be done. Ursula is not so convinced.

“My Aunt Tilly has wood but that don’t mean she has a boat! Those lazy good fer nothings are just sittin around watchin Oprah and not working.”

I’m not so sure if tile guys watch Oprah. I don’t think they even watch Dr. Phil. I told here that I called them before I left and they wanted to know if I could still afford it since I was out of a job. I told them I could, I budgeted for it and it better be done. Ursula gives me the same look Dot did. They must practice together. Her response “Well if that don’t beat all. They aren’t doing it. They are just spinning the wheel of stupid excuses and hoping a squirrel answers the phone.”

I am sooooooo screwed.

NEXT: We hit the Magic Kingdom, Dot discovers Stitch
 
PrincessAurora said:
Her response “Well if that don’t beat all. They aren’t doing it. They are just spinning the wheel of stupid excuses and hoping a squirrel answers the phone.”

I am sooooooo screwed.

ROFL, I love this. Must remember this wheel thing, too funny.

On the other hand, did your counters get done?
 











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