I know I promised pictures and I have them for this part but forgot to upload them to my computer so they won't be up till tonight or tomorrow. For now it's pictureless.
So we got back to the hotel and we couldn't wait any longer, time for a swim!

We go down to the pool and I'm kind of bummed I forgot the ball I'd bought for the pool last time I was down. Oh well. There are plenty of kids but the pool isn't too crowded. Well make way for the big kids! They kept the water fairly cold which I wasn't expecting. Well no matter I'm used to ocean water that makes your legs go numb, so in we go. We're seriously like little kids when we are in the water. We're trying to push eachother under and I'm doing hand stands. I'm trying to teach him this thing we did as kids called bumper butts but it's just not working! (My family belonged to the local pool when we were growing up. All the kids used to do this thing where you'd hold hands and line up your feet with the other person and you'd pull so your butts bumped. Of course this is all done underwater. My sister and I can still do it, I think Brandon is too much taller then me for this!) But we're enjoying playing around because we both love pools and lakes. (I love the ocean, Brandon not so much.) Then we start people watching, another favorite past time. There's a family down there that just screams that they're European. Do you ever see people and you know they can't be Americans? This family it was obvious by the tight bathingsuits the men were wearing. (Speedo tight but they were a little bigger then speedos.) The women and the nanny maybe it was were stick thin like all they eat is one carrot a day and they barely put their toes in the water. There are more signs but finally we hear them talk and it's confirmed... they are European. (French maybe? They were talking to fast for me to pick up what language exactly. Not Spanish or Italian for sure!) Then we see another couple mid pool and we both agree to try to never be like that. (Never say never.) They're in the middle of the pool and they were wrapped around one another the whole time and every so often they'd lock lips for a minute or so. All the while there are kids just swimming around them. It must have been an extremely romantic moment for them... only not.

We love eachother but we're more private people I guess. After more attempts to keep one another submurged we finally agree we're done being water babbies for the day. So we go and grab some food from the food court. (I think pizzas and the yummy pudding that I loved!)
We get back to the room and Brandon is asleep in minutes.

Me, I'm wayyyyy too hyper. I know what to do! I put on my clothes and sneak down to the gift shop. Towels, towels where are the towels. Aha! I found this neat towel with all the major landmarks on it and mickey and some characters. It's pretty neat. It also says something like Walt Disney World and Where the Magic Lives. Along with that I bought him a Pooh pez dispenser. I tip toe back up the stairs and display them so when he wakes up he'll see them. When he wakes up he literally walks around the entire room like three times without once noticing them!!! Finally he sees them and is so excited to have a big towel to use. And the Pooh pez traveled with me in my bag for the rest of the week and we bought enough pez to keep us happy on the bus, in line and other assorted times we were waiting. (Of note I keep a Tigger pez I bought him in my car. Yes, we're kids at heart.)
So I hop in the shower while he watches Golden Girls. (We watched this every time we came back to the room for a rest!!! That or The Nanny.) So I'm in the shower with my horrible voice and I'm singing

the songs from Splash Mountain, It's a Small World and Pirates... he opens the door and tells me if I don't stop with that horrible singing no MK for me. Tough love baby, tough love. But I can't stop and I know we're going to go to MK even if I sing so I'm letting it out. I finally get out of the shower and get dressed while he hops in. I'm towel drying the mop of hair I have when he calls out to me... his stomach is at it again. Tums aren't going to work this time, he wants well not Pepto but another P stomach medicine. (I don't remember all the names, I had to ask him the name three times the day he told me.) So I decide to run down and get it so he can take it when he gets out. $2.00 for two pills, oh well. I get back and he's laying there like he's just been stabbed in the stomach, not a good sign. I secretly am cursing my luck, remember my brother's stomach held us back last trip, this time it's my boyfriends? Are the fates playing with me again? Now my readers this is a dilemma for me... I really want to go to MK, how can I go two days and not have hit it once? But I also want to return to Boston with a boyfriend, what to do?
So I did it... I told him I'm happy to stay in tonight and just relax with the tv on. I plaster my million dollar smile on and say it'd be nice to just have a night to relax the two of us. (Like that isn't what we do most week nights at home!) BUT he's my trooper and says no that I've been waiting for this long enough and he got Animal Kingdom that morning so it's my turn. (See he's perfect. Well almost perfect.

) So eventually we're heading off to the MK and I've rushed him there because my research tells me it's only open till 9. Only to get there and find out... it has EMH till 11(Which I swear was not on any website before I left!). Oh damn we could have napped more and came later. It doesn't matter we're here now and we're trying to both be happy. As we walk in I'm already happy and he's telling me no pictures. I'm asking if he wants to go on Pirates or Haunted Mansion(he'd never done either, his last trip here was lacking) or maybe see his favorites on the Pooh ride. No, no and no. Not good, not good at all. Does he want to do Thunder Mountain or Stitch. No and no. So what then? Let's just walk around.

Are our park hoppers going to be completely pointless? Is this how it's going to go, big mornings and very little at night. Will I ever get to see MK in full? It's just not fair I tell you.
So we're walking around and I said maybe he needs to eat. Nope. Okay I'm out of boyfriend magic, I don't know how to solve this. Oooh but what's that? Toontown, let's go! So now I have another random story for you. Last trip I wanted characters and toontown, my brother said he hates toontown so we didn't go. My sister and I were bummed but who can argue with a sick kid? So when in my just walking around with Brandon I said "Let's go!" He followed along because I told him it wasn't ride focused. We get to Minnie's house and I want to go in but my boyfriend decides he's going to be difficult. He's protesting it because it's pink!!! I go in, fine he can stay there then. But he comes and run/walk past everything. Fine, here's Mickey's house let's go in here. No protest at all. MEN! I take the usual pictures here of Mickey's garden and this and that. We go inside where you can meet the big cheese but the lines are too long. We go check out the lines for the other characters, also pretty long. I'm bummed but we will return! We poke around a little more and we take a picture of me with the toontown sign on the way out. That ones for my brother. (Who later upon hearing it said "Great a picture of toontown for me to burn.") Oh and we took a little bathroom break here, now the male of the group was feeling a tiny bit better.
So we pass by the tea cups and I make some lame joke about how that might help him feel better. I get a little laugh out of him here, something is better then nothing. I beg him to let me ride Splash and he agrees although he isn't too happy with me. (The fleeting moments of hope for his mood were just that, fleeting.) But he let's me go because this is what I really want and he knows I'd do the same for him. So we go over and I get in line despite the 20 minute wait posted. Maybe Brandon's mood was a red flag from god that I ignored but I NEVER should have hopped in that line. Oh no it wasn't the wait, which in reality was probably under 20 minutes but felt like 40. This is where my night becomes not so magical. Brandon goes to wait on some benches and rest while I tackle the ride. No problem I can wait in line at Disney by myself, wouldn't be the first or last time that week. I'm happy as a clam and get in line behind this guy probably in his late 20s, early 30s and a kid probably about 10 or 11. I pay them no mind and behind me comes a family. Mother, father, son and daughter. Still I'm all focused on my ride. Now we've just entered the building and we're up at the top of the stairs when the line stops and this is where it starts. I'm looking around taking all that's around me in. I notice the guy in front of me has tattoos and so I'm glad his back is turned to me so I can study them. (I don't have any but since Brandon I've become interested in what people pick and the quality of different artists.) Well I can't tell for the life of me what his half sleeves are of, they just look like colored swirls to me. (Sleeves for those not in the tattoo know are when the whole arm is covered, half sleeves are when either the bottom or top half of the arm is completely covered. Brandon has two half sleeves, wrist to elbow.) This guy got a pretty crummy artist.
Now comes the family behind me with their bickering. The mom and dad are fighting, the mom keeps saying that the dad can't expect the kids to do the pace he used to do, that they've never done this before. He says they need to stop being slow if they want to do everything they say they want to. I wonder if this will some day be Brandon and I but I realize they're too nasty with their words for it to be us, we don't have that in us. Then the little girl is talking about maybe trading away one of her pins and the mom yells at her that it's one with the special mickey and she's not allowed to trade it. Now I'm a pin trader and I know hidden mickeys are special but to a little girl a hidden mickey isn't special if it's on a pin she doesn't love. I wanted to say something but I know better. The mom was so harsh. Pin trading is supposed to be fun, she was making it all about rules.
So now I notice the guy in front of me is staring at me like we're at a club, it's that sleezy look gross guys give in clubs. If I was in a club with my friends they'd have come over and pulled me away. But I was alone and he was leering. He leaned close and ask me what time it was. My answer... "I don't know." The line moves and I leave a little more space between us. The little girl behind me says, "You can move up, you know." Thanks, I couldn't see the three feet I left between me and sketchball. So I move up. Sketchball asks if I've been on this ride before. "Yes." The line moves again and I again leave space. The sketchy guy starts talking to the kid about meeting up with the tour group to find the way back to the bus. Interesting and I'm glad he wasn't staying in one of the resorts. But again that little girl beind me tells me of the gaping hole I left between me and the sketchy guy. Did I mention he was wearing a cowboy hat? So I move up and he's even more focused on my body now. Gross. The mother finally tells the daughter to stop being rude she was sure I knew that I could move up. I wanted to scream "I'm trying to avoid this really sketchy guy who has become fixated on me!!" Again he tries to talk to me, he's not getting the point with my one word answers? He asks me if I like this ride. Yes is my answer.
I can't tell you how many scenes I played out in my head of how this would end. I wanted to scream and hit this guy. I desperately wished I was carrying a cell phone to call my boyfriend to come into the line. I was desperate for any friendly face near by but wasn't finding one. Finally we get up to where the CM sorts you into cars and I've decided if they try to put me in a car with the sketchball I'm going to explain how he makes me feel uncomfortable and I'd rather not. But luckily he gets put in boat right away and I get sent to the front to wait in line. Even as his boat pulls away he's completely turned around looking at me. I'm not sorry to see him go. I'm put alone and I ride uneventfully but the moment it's over I rush off to find my boyfriend. I don't even take the time to look at my picture which I love to do, I don't want to risk seeing that guy standing there too.
Brandon is waiting for me and I think he knew right away I wasn't right. I ask him if he saw the guy walk out and I describe him. You know the only reason he noticed him? He noticed how poorly done his tattoos were. (See all that explination earlier had a point.) I tell him what happened and he was less then happy. In face he was mad that I was made to feel like that. He gives me a hug and promises even if we do see that guy again I'm not to even worry about him. I'm a tough girl (I was a hockey player and my dad has taught me to box) but I know guys are born stronger and so I still have moments of worry. Thank god I have a boyfriend who knows I hate feeling defenseless and reminds me I'm not when i'm with him. To cheer me up he asked to go on Haunted Mansion and so we headed that way. I tell him I shouldn't have made him wait for me and that I was punished for it. He says sorry for his behavior and sorry for the stupid line.
But he gets me distracted from it all by talking to me about the Haunted Mansion. I'm explaining to him all the little details but there is no line so we miss out on a lot as we zip right into the stretching room. I tell Brandon my favorite painting is the one of the young girl with the umbrella. Unlike at Tower of Terror our CM here is totally into character telling everyone to step away from his walls. We're almost in the dead center of the room as the narration starts. Slowly the room starts stretching and we hear the frightful tale. When the lights go out I whisper to Brandon to look up. As we're loading into our doom buggies he tells me he's glad I did or he never would have noticed there was something up there. Of course Brandon loves the hitch hiking ghosts and really the whole ride. He's into Halloween and the spooky stuff. Me, I love this ride but here's my secret... I still get a little creeped out by it. Once on my last trip we got stuck in one scene for about three minutes and I had to distract myself by talking to my siblings. But it's fun and it was good to be back in sync with eachother. After we get off I completely miss the pet cemetery so I miss showing him Mr. Toad. Oh well. Off to our next adventure....
Next up on our jolly voyage: Lucky Part 13:Yo ho, yo ho lot's of sleepy kids.