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The eeveel forces were out in large numbers. . .
Day 3:
0545: Princess, Doc, and I wake early as we don't want to miss the Extra Mission Hour at MK. The entire mission was in dire jeopardy, however, since I had forgotten my Austin Power Coffee Bean Collection back at HQ. Yes, that's right--I was coffeeless! No, no, no. That swill at RF is, well, swill, as is most of the counterfeit coffee around WDW: NESCAFE= N ever E ver S ip C rud A s F oul as E eldookie. Somehow, we manage to forge on.
0715: Line on dock to board boat to MK is packed with no boat in immediate sight. Making a command decision, we hoof it over to the bus stop just in time to walk directly onto an uncrowded bus heading straight to MK.
0725: We disembark at MK only to join the hordes of innocent civilians who knew nothing of CHAOS' plan to rule WDW.
0740: We wait with thousands of our closest friends for the park to open. To further my disguise as a "daddy," I put Princess on my shoulders. Henceforth to be known as DE--the Daddy Express.
0758: Park opens. CHAOS obviously has begun warping patrons' minds. Otherwise, why would said folks insist on assembling their families at the mouths of the entryways?! With the entire park at their disposal, these families instead picked the most congested choke points to hold a reunion and work on a plan for hitting the attractions.
It was Keystone Kops meet the Three (Dozen) Stooges.
0805: After a DE to Fantasyland, Princess and Doc head straight to the first drop: Dumbo. I take a moment for surveillance. As has been the case in prior days and would prove true for the entire trip, it was obvious just how many people were NOT agents since they didn't wear enough clothing to conceal their unmentionables, much less a wire, a poison pen, or decoder ring. UHH-mazing. . .
0900: By now, we had scoured Snow White, Pooh, Peter Pan, and Tea Cups for signs of MM. Hearing the laser fire, Princess and Doc hustled to Agent IB (Infinity and Beyond), and proceeded to help him destroy Eeveel Agent Zurg. One less baddie to worry about.
0915: Meanwhile, I dashed to Splash Mtn for an FP, then dashed (this is a relative term given that Ghengis Khan and his entire army were now in the park) back to join up with my team.
0945: After using our spyglasses at Philharmagic, Princess wanted to gallop over to Toontown for our next contact. And that's when the dark forces struck again. Did you know they were able to make her horse go around in circles? Again and again and again. She got nowhere!
1000: We finally walked over to Toontown and made the opening only to wait in line for half an hour just to get Jasmine's signature and photo. I believe her to be a fellow agent, but couldn't tell for sure due to her disguise. I looked very carefully, though.
1045: Doc and Princess ride Goofy's Coaster. No, it wasn't part of the spy mission--they just like the thing.
1100: By now, the FP for Splish Splash was ready, only once again eeveel had reared its ugly head: I had grabbed FPs for Big Thunder RR!
Doc was wise enough not to crack wise at me over the mix up, and I then got actual FPs for Splash.
1115: With time to kill, we ate, made contact with Woody and Jessie (did you know their heads are REALLY big?), and listened to a hoe down at the Jamboree. We window shopped a little to throw off any tails we might have. We each agreed that given the sheer size of crowds (announced attendance, 2 billion people), our mission for the day would be complete after Splash.
1310: We came. We saw. We got wet. Veddy, veddy vet. Some diabolical agent must have been waiting at the SOAK'EM button when we passed by the geyser part of the ride, as we left that area looking like drowned rats. The final plunge further inundated us. Yes, it felt good, too.
1345: We pick up items to share with our fellow spies back home. I mean, we're not all business, after all.
1400: We walk to the dock at MK and get straight on board the boat for our room. It was a highly crowded day (Tuesday) but at least we managed to hit most of the common areas where we expected to find MM and pixie.
1745: We drive to EPCOT for a dinner at LeSilly. ADR for 1830.
1815: We are approached by a bear, codename Kenai. After obligatory pics with him (he passed vital information to Princess with his big furry paw), we headed down the walk to our dinner (details of which can be gleaned by visiting the Dining section and looking for that report). In short, it was good food, and it revived our flagging spy spirits and energy.
2000: While my two compatriots experienced Spaceship Earth and Figment, I scanned the gathering crowd near the Illuminations area. Some observations:
1) High heels in a park seem stupid to me.
2) Does talking loudly on cell phones come from a bad connection or a desire to be heard by the couple on the other side of the lake?
3) Which is worse? It's a Small World or Stitch?
4) Fireworks in the sky means you don't have to stand up. . .though everyone does.
5) How come hot popcorn is so popular on hot days?
6) Where is Jimmy Hoffa?
7) Concrete is hard.
8) No, lights coming on in the buildings in the World Showcase do NOT mean the park is closing.
9) Why is AK so hot?
10) Why do the toilet paper holders in the bathrooms in our suite require a contortionist's flexibility to reach?
2100: Yes, my partners show up just in time for the show. It's a grand spectacle, almost as much fun as watching a group of 10 trying to traverse the parks side-by-side.
2123: We do the DE all the way to the car (I'm in training for the Super Spy Triathalon Challenge in Sept).
2155: Back to our room. We met with mixed success today. No sign of MM (save his brief 3-D cameo in Philharmagic) and only moderate amounts of pixie. Well, tomorrow would bring another mission day. . .and as I drifted off to sleep, one phrase kept popping into my mind: "Shaghadelic, baay-beee!"
Day 4
Based on our previous experiences, the team agreed that Princess should go undercover. . .deep, deep, deep, undercover. So, dressing as Jasmine, we started our day. No, no, no, I didn't dress like Jasmine! Princess did! Purple is a good color on me, however. . .
Up early once again ("Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It's a spy's life for me!"), we hopped aboard our private spy vehicle and drove to EPCOT. We had made an 0830 PSB ADR (say that fast three times for a special decoder ring offer), and we didn't want to be late. We had an inkling, a premonition, a gut feeling that there might be some clues to MM and pixie in Ackershoos, Akkychoose, Acherhoosen. . .Norway. Plus, we knew from past experience to expect ginormous crowds.
Imagine our surprise when we got to the entrance of 'COT only to find it sparsely populated. Once again, we went through the bag check process (do you know how hard it is to hide shoe phones, dart guns, disguises, and our spy manual?), and we encountered our first, unequivocally curt CHAOS agent of the day. I don't know if they hire out the security help or brew them in house, but this one was a real doozy. Whereas others had been cheerful (remember the singing inspector from Day 2?), this one was dour, sour, with a bit of a glower.
"Why is your bag heavy?" Uhh, food.
"Take that camera out." 'Kay.
"Why is it still heavy?" Uhhhhh, fooood.
"Take out that water bottle." Mm, hmm.
"It's still heavy. What's in there?" Sigh. Food.
"You need to take everything out." Siiiggghhhh. . .
"What's that?" Small plastic ponchos. (The food was scattered about on the table.)
"What's in that pocket?" Sunscreen.
"Take it out." 'Kaaay.
"It's still heavy." 'Kaaay.
"What's under that poncho?" Two more ponchos.
She stares at me to see if I'm being a wise ****. Not me.
"Okay. Proceed. Next."
Ten minutes later I had successfully repacked the food, the cameras, the ponchos, the poptart crumbs from our last mission, DC Comics Superman #1 issue in mint condition, the key to my first car ever, an overdue library book, and a 5-yr old Twinkie (still fresh!).
I scan my surroundings, find my team, and proceed to the nearest early entrance to wait yet again. And pixie reared her lovely head. There was no wait. No line. No one struggling with the concept of sliding your card arrow first into the slot THEN sticking your fingers in the scanner. (Note to self: Next mission, bring small cards to hand out to those waiting in line for park entrance: Have your ticket ready. Place 2 (not 1, 3, or 4) fingers into the scanner. When the light turns green, GO!). No, we walked straight in.
We agreed that I should do advance surveillance on the way to Ake--oh, heck--Norway, so I hoofed apace while Doc and Princess strolled incognitotively (yes, I made that word up but don't pretend you don't understand). Within moments, I was at the entrance to the castle. . .and it was virtually deserted. Two bakery CMs from across the street were smoking cigars and having a belching contest, and there was one other "family" member sitting nearby. That was it. Okay, so the CMs weren't smoking and belching--I was just seeing if you were awake.
The hostess came out at that precise moment and eagerly checked me in, though she said, "it's a bit early." Time: 0820. We had been to this place in missions past when by 0815 the gathering crowd was near overflowing in that small courtyard. Not today. By the time we were seated, promptly at 0828 (the second group called), only another 5 or 6 families had arrived. (Another note to self: Wednesdays might be a good day for PSB in the future). I won't go into details here about the PSB, but you may check out the full report in the Dining Section. Suffice to say we saw undercover agents Belle (in full ball gown regalia greeting us at the door), Snow, Aurora, Mary P., and
Jasmine. (I can't help myself, Mickey'sGirl!)
After the meal, we headed out into The 'COT where we first went to the super secret race track used to test spy cars, aka Test Track. We let Princess "drive" since she's been moaning about not having her license (personally, I think five is a bit young to have a license, don't you?). The wait was minimal. . .I mean, we were spies after all.
We decided to ride it again to make sure we didn't miss anything. From there it was on to the Rumble with Ellen's Energy, Circle of LIfe (oh, great, that tune is now so stuck in my head), Crush's Yack Fest, and a few other minor attractions. By then, the late morning crowds had arrived, and we had other plans to boot.
After dumping plans to ride SOARIN' due to the FP wait time (already 2 hours at 11 a.m.), we stumbled across the aptly named EPCOT Character Connection near Innoventions West. Curious as to whether more agents with vital information would be inside, we checked it out. Holy Four-fingered gloves, Batman! We hit the mother lode. We made contact with Pluto, Goofy, Chip n Dale (or was it Dale n Chip?), Alice, Minnie, and the man himself--MM. You know, he didn't seem eeveel at all.
And pixie must have been nearby, too. Our total time in this air-conditioned area was less than 15 minutes. Most of the character contacts had virtually no waits in this air-conditioned room. Alice was playing with CnD, Goofy enjoyed being tickled by Princess, Minnie was flirting with me (if she only knew I was a supery dupery secret agent, she'd really fall for me!), and did I mention it was air-conditioned? Princess was so enthralled that just for a moment, I believe she forgot she was on a mission! By the time we left this oasis of characters, we knew we would need another autograph, er, code book.
From here, we went back to the room for a quick dip in the pool before heading to DTD for the BBB in the PDQ mode. If you want details on the BBB (aka Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique), you'll have to go elsewhere in the Trip Reports and find my detailed notes. It was quite the experience for Princess who was by this time, I'm sure, quite oblivious to the fact that she was on assignment. I suppose having a complete styling makeover and dressing as Snow White will do that to even the most jaded agents. Pixie seemed to be more prevalent than ever, yet we hadn't actually SEEN it.
We left the BBB a mite later than planned; yet, we wanted to freshen up before dinner.
1735: We depart DTD for VWL. ADR at 1900 Park Fare is for 1810.
1748: We are running to the room for a quick shower.
1755: I'm ready. Doc is not.
For a world class spy, she fusses too much with her hair.
1801: We dash back to our vehicle.
1805: We pull up to GF and let Princess and Doc get out.
1806: I make stupid decision to not valet park.
1813: After a long hike from outer Mongolia, I meet up with my team for a wonderful dinner and a most exceptional moment with Princess dancing. (You guessed it: the details are available in the Dining thread section--prepare to get all misty-eyed.)
Merrily, we made our way back to VWL after dinner. Yes, merrily. For some unknown reason, the specter of MM and his horde of baddies had dissipated quite a lot. Something, someONE, was messing with our brains. I tried speaking of this sensation, but neither Doc nor Princess were paying attention, lost in their own little worlds as it were. Hmmm. "What we have heah, is fail-yuh to communikayt." (Bonus points to anyone who can identify that movie.)
As they settled in for the evening back in the room, I went on my nightly walk to RF. Oh, my. The night air was fresh, the lamps along the covered walk glowing. Crickets and frogs were singing in harmony, while children's laughter whispered to me through the trees. Someone rang the bell outside the arcade as if to put an exclamation mark on their day's festivities. Inside the main lobby, the gurgling spring. . .well, gurgled, and though bustling, the lobby still had a quiet grandeur about it. Was I becoming a softie? Was CHAOS getting to me, too?
The stroll back saw me take the outside route by the pool. Evening revelry was in full swing at the pool, though the slide was shut down due to the late hour. The electric water pageant (don't they get shocked doing that?) was playing on the lake. By the Hidden Springs pool, there were a few couples speaking in hushed tones and just a handful of junior agents enjoying a last-minute dip in the bubbly waters. What had started as a stark mission to uncover eeveel and the truth about MM and pixie was no longer what it seemed. There was definitely change afoot. And I had to figure it out soon lest the mission fail. On that note, I slipped into the room and dreamed the dreams of the innocent (I didn't say I was innocent, just that I dreamed like one
). Tomorrow would bring about the penultimate day. . .
Day 3:
0545: Princess, Doc, and I wake early as we don't want to miss the Extra Mission Hour at MK. The entire mission was in dire jeopardy, however, since I had forgotten my Austin Power Coffee Bean Collection back at HQ. Yes, that's right--I was coffeeless! No, no, no. That swill at RF is, well, swill, as is most of the counterfeit coffee around WDW: NESCAFE= N ever E ver S ip C rud A s F oul as E eldookie. Somehow, we manage to forge on.
0715: Line on dock to board boat to MK is packed with no boat in immediate sight. Making a command decision, we hoof it over to the bus stop just in time to walk directly onto an uncrowded bus heading straight to MK.
0725: We disembark at MK only to join the hordes of innocent civilians who knew nothing of CHAOS' plan to rule WDW.
0740: We wait with thousands of our closest friends for the park to open. To further my disguise as a "daddy," I put Princess on my shoulders. Henceforth to be known as DE--the Daddy Express.
0758: Park opens. CHAOS obviously has begun warping patrons' minds. Otherwise, why would said folks insist on assembling their families at the mouths of the entryways?! With the entire park at their disposal, these families instead picked the most congested choke points to hold a reunion and work on a plan for hitting the attractions.
0805: After a DE to Fantasyland, Princess and Doc head straight to the first drop: Dumbo. I take a moment for surveillance. As has been the case in prior days and would prove true for the entire trip, it was obvious just how many people were NOT agents since they didn't wear enough clothing to conceal their unmentionables, much less a wire, a poison pen, or decoder ring. UHH-mazing. . .
0900: By now, we had scoured Snow White, Pooh, Peter Pan, and Tea Cups for signs of MM. Hearing the laser fire, Princess and Doc hustled to Agent IB (Infinity and Beyond), and proceeded to help him destroy Eeveel Agent Zurg. One less baddie to worry about.
0915: Meanwhile, I dashed to Splash Mtn for an FP, then dashed (this is a relative term given that Ghengis Khan and his entire army were now in the park) back to join up with my team.
0945: After using our spyglasses at Philharmagic, Princess wanted to gallop over to Toontown for our next contact. And that's when the dark forces struck again. Did you know they were able to make her horse go around in circles? Again and again and again. She got nowhere!
1000: We finally walked over to Toontown and made the opening only to wait in line for half an hour just to get Jasmine's signature and photo. I believe her to be a fellow agent, but couldn't tell for sure due to her disguise. I looked very carefully, though.
1045: Doc and Princess ride Goofy's Coaster. No, it wasn't part of the spy mission--they just like the thing.
1100: By now, the FP for Splish Splash was ready, only once again eeveel had reared its ugly head: I had grabbed FPs for Big Thunder RR!
1115: With time to kill, we ate, made contact with Woody and Jessie (did you know their heads are REALLY big?), and listened to a hoe down at the Jamboree. We window shopped a little to throw off any tails we might have. We each agreed that given the sheer size of crowds (announced attendance, 2 billion people), our mission for the day would be complete after Splash.
1310: We came. We saw. We got wet. Veddy, veddy vet. Some diabolical agent must have been waiting at the SOAK'EM button when we passed by the geyser part of the ride, as we left that area looking like drowned rats. The final plunge further inundated us. Yes, it felt good, too.
1345: We pick up items to share with our fellow spies back home. I mean, we're not all business, after all.
1400: We walk to the dock at MK and get straight on board the boat for our room. It was a highly crowded day (Tuesday) but at least we managed to hit most of the common areas where we expected to find MM and pixie.
1745: We drive to EPCOT for a dinner at LeSilly. ADR for 1830.
1815: We are approached by a bear, codename Kenai. After obligatory pics with him (he passed vital information to Princess with his big furry paw), we headed down the walk to our dinner (details of which can be gleaned by visiting the Dining section and looking for that report). In short, it was good food, and it revived our flagging spy spirits and energy.
2000: While my two compatriots experienced Spaceship Earth and Figment, I scanned the gathering crowd near the Illuminations area. Some observations:
1) High heels in a park seem stupid to me.
2) Does talking loudly on cell phones come from a bad connection or a desire to be heard by the couple on the other side of the lake?
3) Which is worse? It's a Small World or Stitch?
4) Fireworks in the sky means you don't have to stand up. . .though everyone does.
5) How come hot popcorn is so popular on hot days?
6) Where is Jimmy Hoffa?
7) Concrete is hard.
8) No, lights coming on in the buildings in the World Showcase do NOT mean the park is closing.
9) Why is AK so hot?
10) Why do the toilet paper holders in the bathrooms in our suite require a contortionist's flexibility to reach?
2100: Yes, my partners show up just in time for the show. It's a grand spectacle, almost as much fun as watching a group of 10 trying to traverse the parks side-by-side.
2123: We do the DE all the way to the car (I'm in training for the Super Spy Triathalon Challenge in Sept).
2155: Back to our room. We met with mixed success today. No sign of MM (save his brief 3-D cameo in Philharmagic) and only moderate amounts of pixie. Well, tomorrow would bring another mission day. . .and as I drifted off to sleep, one phrase kept popping into my mind: "Shaghadelic, baay-beee!"
Day 4
Based on our previous experiences, the team agreed that Princess should go undercover. . .deep, deep, deep, undercover. So, dressing as Jasmine, we started our day. No, no, no, I didn't dress like Jasmine! Princess did! Purple is a good color on me, however. . .
Up early once again ("Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It's a spy's life for me!"), we hopped aboard our private spy vehicle and drove to EPCOT. We had made an 0830 PSB ADR (say that fast three times for a special decoder ring offer), and we didn't want to be late. We had an inkling, a premonition, a gut feeling that there might be some clues to MM and pixie in Ackershoos, Akkychoose, Acherhoosen. . .Norway. Plus, we knew from past experience to expect ginormous crowds.
Imagine our surprise when we got to the entrance of 'COT only to find it sparsely populated. Once again, we went through the bag check process (do you know how hard it is to hide shoe phones, dart guns, disguises, and our spy manual?), and we encountered our first, unequivocally curt CHAOS agent of the day. I don't know if they hire out the security help or brew them in house, but this one was a real doozy. Whereas others had been cheerful (remember the singing inspector from Day 2?), this one was dour, sour, with a bit of a glower.
"Why is your bag heavy?" Uhh, food.
"Take that camera out." 'Kay.
"Why is it still heavy?" Uhhhhh, fooood.
"Take out that water bottle." Mm, hmm.
"It's still heavy. What's in there?" Sigh. Food.
"You need to take everything out." Siiiggghhhh. . .
"What's that?" Small plastic ponchos. (The food was scattered about on the table.)
"What's in that pocket?" Sunscreen.
"Take it out." 'Kaaay.
"It's still heavy." 'Kaaay.
"What's under that poncho?" Two more ponchos.
She stares at me to see if I'm being a wise ****. Not me.
"Okay. Proceed. Next."
Ten minutes later I had successfully repacked the food, the cameras, the ponchos, the poptart crumbs from our last mission, DC Comics Superman #1 issue in mint condition, the key to my first car ever, an overdue library book, and a 5-yr old Twinkie (still fresh!).
I scan my surroundings, find my team, and proceed to the nearest early entrance to wait yet again. And pixie reared her lovely head. There was no wait. No line. No one struggling with the concept of sliding your card arrow first into the slot THEN sticking your fingers in the scanner. (Note to self: Next mission, bring small cards to hand out to those waiting in line for park entrance: Have your ticket ready. Place 2 (not 1, 3, or 4) fingers into the scanner. When the light turns green, GO!). No, we walked straight in.
We agreed that I should do advance surveillance on the way to Ake--oh, heck--Norway, so I hoofed apace while Doc and Princess strolled incognitotively (yes, I made that word up but don't pretend you don't understand). Within moments, I was at the entrance to the castle. . .and it was virtually deserted. Two bakery CMs from across the street were smoking cigars and having a belching contest, and there was one other "family" member sitting nearby. That was it. Okay, so the CMs weren't smoking and belching--I was just seeing if you were awake.
The hostess came out at that precise moment and eagerly checked me in, though she said, "it's a bit early." Time: 0820. We had been to this place in missions past when by 0815 the gathering crowd was near overflowing in that small courtyard. Not today. By the time we were seated, promptly at 0828 (the second group called), only another 5 or 6 families had arrived. (Another note to self: Wednesdays might be a good day for PSB in the future). I won't go into details here about the PSB, but you may check out the full report in the Dining Section. Suffice to say we saw undercover agents Belle (in full ball gown regalia greeting us at the door), Snow, Aurora, Mary P., and
After the meal, we headed out into The 'COT where we first went to the super secret race track used to test spy cars, aka Test Track. We let Princess "drive" since she's been moaning about not having her license (personally, I think five is a bit young to have a license, don't you?). The wait was minimal. . .I mean, we were spies after all.
After dumping plans to ride SOARIN' due to the FP wait time (already 2 hours at 11 a.m.), we stumbled across the aptly named EPCOT Character Connection near Innoventions West. Curious as to whether more agents with vital information would be inside, we checked it out. Holy Four-fingered gloves, Batman! We hit the mother lode. We made contact with Pluto, Goofy, Chip n Dale (or was it Dale n Chip?), Alice, Minnie, and the man himself--MM. You know, he didn't seem eeveel at all.
From here, we went back to the room for a quick dip in the pool before heading to DTD for the BBB in the PDQ mode. If you want details on the BBB (aka Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique), you'll have to go elsewhere in the Trip Reports and find my detailed notes. It was quite the experience for Princess who was by this time, I'm sure, quite oblivious to the fact that she was on assignment. I suppose having a complete styling makeover and dressing as Snow White will do that to even the most jaded agents. Pixie seemed to be more prevalent than ever, yet we hadn't actually SEEN it.
We left the BBB a mite later than planned; yet, we wanted to freshen up before dinner.
1735: We depart DTD for VWL. ADR at 1900 Park Fare is for 1810.
1748: We are running to the room for a quick shower.
1755: I'm ready. Doc is not.
1801: We dash back to our vehicle.
1805: We pull up to GF and let Princess and Doc get out.
1806: I make stupid decision to not valet park.
1813: After a long hike from outer Mongolia, I meet up with my team for a wonderful dinner and a most exceptional moment with Princess dancing. (You guessed it: the details are available in the Dining thread section--prepare to get all misty-eyed.)
Merrily, we made our way back to VWL after dinner. Yes, merrily. For some unknown reason, the specter of MM and his horde of baddies had dissipated quite a lot. Something, someONE, was messing with our brains. I tried speaking of this sensation, but neither Doc nor Princess were paying attention, lost in their own little worlds as it were. Hmmm. "What we have heah, is fail-yuh to communikayt." (Bonus points to anyone who can identify that movie.)
As they settled in for the evening back in the room, I went on my nightly walk to RF. Oh, my. The night air was fresh, the lamps along the covered walk glowing. Crickets and frogs were singing in harmony, while children's laughter whispered to me through the trees. Someone rang the bell outside the arcade as if to put an exclamation mark on their day's festivities. Inside the main lobby, the gurgling spring. . .well, gurgled, and though bustling, the lobby still had a quiet grandeur about it. Was I becoming a softie? Was CHAOS getting to me, too?
The stroll back saw me take the outside route by the pool. Evening revelry was in full swing at the pool, though the slide was shut down due to the late hour. The electric water pageant (don't they get shocked doing that?) was playing on the lake. By the Hidden Springs pool, there were a few couples speaking in hushed tones and just a handful of junior agents enjoying a last-minute dip in the bubbly waters. What had started as a stark mission to uncover eeveel and the truth about MM and pixie was no longer what it seemed. There was definitely change afoot. And I had to figure it out soon lest the mission fail. On that note, I slipped into the room and dreamed the dreams of the innocent (I didn't say I was innocent, just that I dreamed like one
I always try to perk up my reviews in order to help those on their first cup of java in the morning stay awake! Most of WDW's coffee is Nescafe. . .so I've been told. Personally, I grind my beans fresh every day, and I've been known to pack a grinder and beans with me on vacation (I also need half and half or cream--creamer is awful!--but you can usually get that at most resort grills). So, good coffee is important to me. The quote is NOT from Dr Stangelove, though that's an excellent movie in its own right. Hint: think Paul Newman movie. I will keep writing, but I don't think anyone is reading! lol 
