For seconds before I started this chapter I wondered if I had another one of these in Me(l). Is there anything left to write about?
The cast is the same. Yet some of us are...errr... different.
The location is both the same. And yet, also, different.
The food was still freakin' bloody expensive.
And, yet, I knew what this chapter wouldn't be: A metaethical journey of self-awareness.
I don't have the time.
Or, frankly, the resources.
What it would be is more of the same: Meta-chunder.
In a pool by your feet.
In front of a bathroom in the Magic Kingdom.
Heh heh.
Now... let's stop plagiarizing better writers. And move on.
After my hair turned white and I developed a nervous(er) tick in my brow... due to the snake incident. We swam a little more.
And peed twice in the pool to avoid the path to the bathrooms.
Heh heh.
Obviously I'm joking. No one peed in the pool.
I think.
The happyhaunts headed back to our room with the upgrade view.
To chill for a minute or two. And get freshened up for dinner.
We threw the kids through the shower.
And told them to brush their teeth. Afterwards.
Beth was first.
Only b/c she has the most hair.
That's how we do things in our household. BTW.
The people with the most hair get first dibs on everything. NOZZUB.
It's my rule. And it works for the men in the family.
Namely... Beth and I.
Heh heh.
Then Mellyman and I headed out to look at the garbage bins and assorted dirty linen. Bags.
Which reminds me of this one DVC perk. Which came with our room.
At approximately 4:30 am everyday... we'd all be awakened from our slumber by this:
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. BEEPbeepbee...P
As the garbage and laundry service trucks backed up outside our room to load up all the crap.
It was ANOTHER MAGICAL DISNEY MOMENT.
Worth. I think. Paying the freakin' $brazillion dollars... Canadian. To join. For fifty years.
I wouldn't be complaining. Even now. But my DVC Member Welcome Gift Knapsack is starting to rip. And I want a new one.
To smooth my feathers.
And make my socks go up and down.
Where was I?
Oh yeah. Mellyman and I were sittin' on a dock by the crap.
Wastin' time.
Sittin' in the afternoon sun
I'll be sitting when the garbage come
Watching the bins roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again
I'm sitting on the dock by the slop
Watching the rats run and hop
OOO, I'm sittin' on the dock by the slop
Wastin' time.
We wasted time until Beth came out through the door and gave Me(l) the heads up that the boys were rendering her dyspetic. Ish.
I told Mellyman I'll handle the dirty work.
As usual.
And headed in to the sight of my two smallest children. Wearing nothing but underpanties. NOCalvinandTommy.
Foolin' around by the sink.
Tommy was wrapped in toilet paper. His head and arms.
Calvin's face was covered with 1/2 tube of toothpaste foam.
What UP?
Dogs?
Tommy ~ I'm a mummy!
Calvin ~ Nothing's up. Why do you ask?
Tommy ~ CALVIN HAS RABIES!
Calvin ~ I'm just brushing twice.
Tommy ~ I'M A MUMMY!!!!!!
Me(l) ~ And I'm a ghost. With a butt-seeking shoe missile. NOW!!!! Clean up. Get dressed. And scrape the toothpaste off the carpet. Capish?!
Tommy and Calvin: Yes sir.
I went back outside and told Mellyman that everything was cool and the boys were colouring pictures for him.
I'm a double agent. Double O Mommywife.
Then Mellyman and I got ready while the kids watched some tube. And Beth's hair dried.
We decided to take the boat to dinner.
Which was to be at 'Ohana. As tradition dictates.
We try to do either our first night at Disney or our second at 'Ohana.
Where I pay my respects to the memory of my Dad. And Disney trips of old.
I have other places where I also pay my respects to the memory of my Dad. They are special, personal and important to me. Yet... this is the only place I can do it and also get... All-You-Care-To-Eat.
It's all good.
And I have to do it. Whether or not the service or the food sucks.
As is oft claimed on the Restaurant Board.
We haven't had that experience tho. I'll have to say.
Oh here's another tip: Ask your CM server to slow down the whole process.
Or you'll kill him.
It works for us. And we've never had to kill anyone. Yet.
And we always tip big for the CM's slower service. And stress. Level.
Anywho... it's been all good for us. Service wise.
It's always been good. I'll say it again. But it's never been Mellyman's favourite.
Maybe he sees the whole experience differently than I do.
He does it happily tho b/c the kids seem to love it as much as I do.
And he knows how much it means to me.
And it helps that he's cut from the selfless cloth.
We arrived on time. For a change for our ADR.
Waited about 15 minutes to be seated and were ushered in.
I was feeling pretty happy.
With my lot in life.
As you can see.
Before our food came Calvin asked to say grace for dinner.
Calvin likes to say grace. And he's pretty creative.
This was his grace that night. I know it word for word b/c it was a good moment.
Calvin: Dear God. Bless this chow we're about to receive. Bless it to our bodies and our minds. Please look out for my family and my cat. His name is Pupils. That's his nickname. Also... please forgive me for being a bully. B/c I'm about to beat up on a BUNCH OF SHRIMP! Amen.
Word.
And then we went around the table and shared things that we were all thankful for.
And I share a lot here. Sometimes, I think, too much. And this I'm not going to. It was all pretty personal and emotional. And one or two of us might or might not have shed a tear or two.
It was a perfect start to our traditional 'Ohana dinner. Tho.
That's what I'm sayin' here.
THEN...
We chowed big time!!!!
The kids played the games and I even got called up to celebrate my June birthday with a couple of other people.
Which I claimed was my 49th.
Just to look good.
Heh heh.
I'm lying.
Obviously I said I was 29. And holding.
(Cue ZZUB)
We indulged in the best of all Disney desserts:
And rolled out of there.
But not before we finished the night.
As only the happyhaunts can do...
Cheers, Mel.
