Two points:
1. Where IS DJR? At the Intensive Care Unit? Visiting his stupid bananaman?
2. Chapter 11 aka Big Thumb Avatarman. Is, once AGAIN, reported to the mods. For flirting. With Mellyman.
3. Where is La La? Too busy Whitestripping her tooth to stop by?
Hey ALL!!!! Roll Tide! (Except for ZZUB)!!!!
Let's soldier on.
Shall we?
I left y'all with the happyhaunts at the Hoop de Doo. Starting to eat.
This was my first plate:
A lovely plate of salad. With ALL the other happyhaunts' onions. On it. From their salads.
It's b/c I really like onions.
And.
They don't.
But I figure eatin' lots and lots of onions balances me out in a very Feng Shui way.
Like this: My feet kinda smell. Therefore, for balance in my universe... so should my breath.
So yangyin, Dude.
But... halfway through everyone piling my plate with their onions I said, "Enough!"!!!!
Then as I got more onions, "Stop! Please! My breath will wake the DED!"!
Unfortunately.
Then more...lots more... food got uncerimoniously dumped. NOZZUB.
On our table.
By our waiter. Who had harassed me for my I.D.
Obviously... I could NOT let that go. By.
Unrewarded.
So... I decided to mess with him. But just a little.
As he dropped off some chicken and ribs I said, "Oh. Didn't you get my allergy list? It was on our ADR."
"Pardon?!!!!"
"My allergy list."
"No...no... I didn't. What are your allergies? I will tell the chef and he'll come out to talk with you."
"I'm allergic to vegans. And have JUST the
slightest intollerance for vegetarians."
Blank stare.
"Nevermind. I'm an idiot. With fake I.D."
Heh heh.
He left in a hurry.
Oh. On with the food show...
This was my second plate:
And, pretty much, my THIRD. Which I needed like I need a hole in the head.
Or discount sushi.
As I took that picture Mellyman looked at me and said, "Here we go again. Great. You KNOW how much I love when you take pictures of all our food. Are you planning on doing this the whole two weeks?"
Yes. You can bet your burly posterior I am! NOBurly.
At some point during the Chow Fest... the show started.
I'm not quite sure which plate, exactly, I was on. But I know this:
The food was pretty good. The chicken was crisp and hot. And not at all greasy. The ribs were fine. Not the best I've ever had. But pleasant enough. The chicken was MUCH better than the ribs, tho.
All the happyhaunts agreed.
We ate our whole pail of chicken. And most of the ribs. We also got beans and some really yum smashed potatoes with the skins on. Just like I make at home.
B/c it's healthier.
And lazier.
The potatoes were buttery. Which was a positive. As I love me some butter.
PLENTY of butter.
I skipped the cornbread, tho. The kids said it was very good. And that there didn't seem to be a lot of "corn" in it.
Although you can't really trust them. They are kids, afterall. And don't eat that much cornbread on a yearly basis.
Plus... both Calvin and Tommy think paste is delicious.
Anyhow... I gotta say I ate SO MUCH at this dinner.
I was stuffed. And I noted to Mellyman that if I continued to eat this quantity of food for our entire trip... he'd be VERY lucky.
He'd be able to refer to Me(l) as his Trophy Wives.
Ok.
THE SHOW WAS GREAT!!!!!
It was SO corny. HUGELY CORNY!!!! NOcornbread.
But... it was just our type of humour.
9 year old boy humour.
Plenty of bodily function jokes. And noises. Silly skits. Fun songs. And plenty 'o laughs for everyone.
Especially... a 9 year old boy.
I don't think I've seen Calvin laugh that hard in a long time.
He was literally SCREAMING with laughter.
Tears on his cheeks.
All four of them.
Yes. He was crying with laughter THAT hard.
And I think that Mellyman and myself watched him and Beth and Tommy more than we watched the show.
Laughing our guts out. At how hard they were all laughing.
It was WONDERFUL!!!! And exactly what I had hoped for to start our Disney vacation off with a bang!!!!
There was this one point in the show where it was fairly quiet in the hall. There was some sort of pause in the action to set up another segment. But Calvin was COMPLETELY ramped up and carried away. By this point. And he was shaking with laughter. He was way past being able to calm down. And so he buried his face in the crook of his arm. Lying on the table. Shaking. And then started POUNDING the TABLE with his other fist!!!!!
I SHRIEKED!!!! At about volume 11!!!!
Into the silence.
And then slapped my hand over my mouth.
And did the silent La La!!!!!!
Mellyman turned and stared at Me(l).
So did a bunch of people at the surrounding tables.
What I'm trying to say is this: We had a PHENOM of a TIME!!!! There.
Definitely DO ~
HOOP DE DOO!
Just don't score our table.
Or our waiter.
Heh heh.
And, if you do: Say Mel happyhaunt sent you.
Or not.
Actually... don't do that.
Seriously.
We ended with some dessert which I was too full to eat:
Ditto. Mellyman.
But... the kids said it was AB FAB!!!!
Take that for what it's worth.
B/c the topping looked a little like paste. To Me(l).
Also... if you lean into your computer and scratch and sniff on that picture. You can, actually, SMELL the shortcake.
Do it.
HA!
SCREEN SNIFFING FREAK!!!!!!
Ok.
Enough general silliness. NOGeneralsilli.
After the show we vowed to do it again. Next year. And make the Hoop an Annual We Doo! It!
We headed back to the VWL in great spirits. Feeling more than a little bit "Magical"!!!!!
And a little bit giddy.
And a little sick from overeating.
I took some pics on the boat. None of which came out very well. But... that's what I expected anyhow. But we all enjoyed the ride back. And the tour past the Contempory. Lit up at night. And I, actually, FONDLY(ISH) (
shudder!) thought of ZZUB. Looking at it. And... when he was a kid.
I also fondlier recalled the show... Miami Vice.
We got off the boat and started the LONG SLOW stroll back. To our room avec Dumpster View.
Mellyman said, "I had a GREAT time tonight Mel. Thanks for booking that for us. Sometimes you aren't just wasting your time on the Disboards, I guess."
Heh heh.
I smiled at him. He smiled back at Me(l). And in that light he looked just SUPER. With his "crumbs" of beard on his face.
As Tommy refers to his stubble.
I said, "Thanks, Eva."
"EVA?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said, "In this light you look like Eva Longoria. That is... if you were a woman. I think you'd look like her. Actually. But with plenty more junk in your trunk. And slightly taller. If you get my comparison."
"Oh great. Where's Calvin to take my place in this conversation?" he muttered.
"Mel?" I asked, "I know EXACTLY who I'd look like as a man. Wanna know?"
"Not really."
"Daniel Craig."
"WHAT?"
"Yep. I'd look like Daniel Craig. As Bond of course. Look. LOOK!!! Look at my complextion. My eyes. My nose, especially. And, now, check out my profile." I insisted, "Plus... we're the SAME AGE! Freaky huh?".
"Yes, indeedy. Freakish was the word on the tip of my tongue."
"Well, what do you think?" I asked him.
"I think you've just ruined Casino Royale for me."
Heh heh.
"Actually, Melly, I think the problem is that your masculinity is threatened by having such a FINE husband." I noted.
"STOP IT!"
Cheers, Mel.
