Boy, that title really grabs you, doesn't it?
Two things first. How come I now have stuff written under my sharkhead?
Is this the , um "tag fairy" thingy I think I heard about? Honest, I didn't put it there.
And luvmyboys, I almost called the white coats. I saw the sharkhead and started reading to review my last post,,,,,,"I don't remember writing this, did my alter ego put this in?" You are the first person I saw use that same , um , Avatar?
Thanks, my shrink will be billing you shortly.
Now, I kind of doubt that we are going to make it to the "blood in the saddle, blood all around" part tonight, so just watch a Grey's Anatomy rerun.
And , no, I"m not telling you who's blood.
See Lexmelinda, she's making book.
Smidgy- 35 to 1
Stranger- 5 to 1
Nebo- 3-5, odds on favorite
We are crossing the park again, darn E.T. being on a delayed opening just screwed up the whole schedule.
By the time we got there, my back wasn't doing too bad, but my foot had had it. You know, I can't remember if I mentioned in this report why my foot is bad. Summary, bad machine, fall on foot. Five operations, bone chunk from hip grafted into foot to make up for pulverized footbone.
Ergo,
Vicodin.
See Jme? I'm lrng the abrvtns.
As we near Terminator 2, 3-D, a cast member says we might be too late, hurry to make this show.
I 'm thinking "great"! "No preshow". We're already inside the building,and the theatre doors are still open so I know we're going in.
But the doors behind us close, and Diane still has "hurry" on her mind. Maybe that, and the fact that doors and portals kept closing and locking on us yesterday at Portofino.
So she grabs my hand, and breaks off into a sprint for the opening.
I don't mean a brisk walk.
I don't mean a fast trot.
I DO mean a peddle to the metal, HERE WE GO!, Put it in D, for DO IT!
As I'm being whisked away at top speed, with the camera that's hanging around my neck just "flogging" me, I see glimpses of the auditoreum ahead.
But, again, it's hard to see, we just came out of bright sunshine.
And my eyes are bouncing.
With every step.
Hard to see when your eyes are bouncing.
I tried to follow her through the doorway, when WHAM!
The connection was broken.
And so, I thought, was my face.
And glasses.
It was a "double " door.
With a partition in between.
Guess who found the partition.
You know how on Halloween, and kids throw eggs at houses?
This time I was the egg.
It felt like the nose peices of the glasses were now embedded in my frontal lobe, and I had the little birdies circling overhead.
Nebo was morose.
This kinda put a damper on the 3-D movie, but I tried to enjoy it anyway.
As soon as it's over, and we're back outside, THEN I'll kill her.
This is an exciting movie. Sit a little closer than you normally would for a 3-D movie, so when the wall panels open up, the cyborgs are firing right over your head!
And all the actors from Terminator 2 are in it.
Back outside, we find a smoking area, and while listening to her apologize for ten minutes, I work on my glasses. Trying to straighten out the arms, I use my room key card to pry back out the nose rests.
And we then headache over to "Fear Factor."
This is a new thing for us, never seen it.
We had to cross the damn park AGAIN, and got there with still a twenty minute wait.
Not too far from the entrance is another smoking area, ( I didn't have one working on my face), and right next to that is a beer wagon.
Big beers.
Why are all the beers sold now in 16 or 24 ounce sizes?
I didn't think there would be time, so I went back up to the employee at the beginning of the show and asked if it's ok to bring beverages inside.
"I dunno."
"What?"
"I dunno, not sure."
"OH, thank you for clarifying what "I dunno" means, now I understand."
I"m still a little crabby at this point, and before I get in trouble, I just walk away and buy us each a beer.
As we are sipping and smoking in "our area" there is a guy and his teenage son standing next to us. And we couldn't figure out where they were from.
They kept switching between pretty good English to a strange sounding language that we couldn't place. After a while, they went inside, then we went on in ourselves.
I just walked right past that cast member with my beer eyeballing him, daring him to say you can't bring that in here.
Fear Factor Live, is a riot. Five people are chosen way ahead of time to participate in the challenges, 3 challenges, with eliminations after each round.
In between rounds, while they are setting stuff up, audience members volunteer for icky stuff. A woman ended up having leeches poured slowly over her, and her son had to do it.
When they introduced the five contestants, I told Diane to pick one.
She , being the sexist wench that she is, picked the young, fit woman.
I picked the guy with the beer belly.
Our picks made it through the first round. Then , with four left, they paired the women up against the men in a weird octopus flinging contest. It looked like the women were going to win, but the guys came back and Diane's pick was out.
Down to my beerbelly guy and this other young stud.
As they are setting this next stage up, they ask for volunteers for the intermission.
To drink a combination of cockroaches, caterpillars, nightcrawlers,,,,,(I'm getting sick thinking about this again),,,,, other nasty stuff, all blended up in a vanilla shake. AND they showed us all adding the ingredients.
Three couples come out, and all six of them have a big glass poured just for them.
And there is our two foreign guys. The dad and his son.
I really had to turn away, I just couldn't watch them drink it without losing it myself.
Dad and his son, won.
I felt so proud!
"I know them".
"I had a cigarette not too long ago right next to them."
Beerbelly didn't win the final challenge, but we really had a great time.
On the way out, we hit the smoking area again,and there came the foreign guys again. I told them I almost puked by proxy, Dad kept telling me it didn' t taste like anything. And I kep telling Dad that it didn't matter, I saw what went into the blender. They were actually a lot of fun, turned out they were from the Netherlands, and we talked about not puking for about ten minutes.
ok, it's intermission time, let me post this before it all magically goes away, and I need to stretch my back. hurry to the concession stand before the line get's long.
I think they hated me for the rest of the day though.
Ooh! I got a story!!!
