The happyhaunts' Rooms Without a View! Chapter 'o soup ~ Pg.40!

By MKOATEYW!!!!!


And... I'll add the bouncing Booguy to my signature just as soon as I figure out how to pronounce "MKOATEYW"!!!!


Without spitting. On myself.


OK.

Let's discuss. Physics. Math and why the heck I find Dr. House so adorable.


And it's NOT b/c "house" is one of those words.

Which quickly lose any and all meaning upon the repitition. Of said word.


It's b/c he says "Oh, bite me!" a lot.

And he's much nicer than I am.


Alright.


Let's NOT discuss math.


It's not my forte.


Instead let's discuss. The happyhaunts' Adventures in Waiting.


To ride BTMRR.


Which I can pronounce. Easily enough.

Except I growl when I say it out loud.

But... I don't spit.


Where were we?


The happyhaunts were in line. The waiting time said 50 minutes. So I assumed. And TOLD the other four happyhaunts that it would be more like a wait of 40 minutes.

I firmly believe that the CMs up the waittime. On the rides to make you feel better once you beat the posted time to ride.

If you actually TIME it out.

Like we do.

It's always shorter.


But then... we also push through the crowd. And force our way to the front of the line.


Except we don't.


That wouldn't be MAGICAL, now. Would it?

Plus we like to talk with strangers in line. Beside us. And get to know lots of people. Briefly. Which means we don't really mind a bit of a wait.

Anyhow... waiting to ride BTMRR.


We got pretty cozy with a nice man and his son. Who were ALSO... GET THIS...from Canada.


They were from the East Coast. Which means they talk EVEN MORE than us.


And have an accent.


B/c we don't.


I've always wanted an accent. I like British ones. Southern U.S.A. ones. And Australian, French and South African too.

Except for French.


Anyhow... they were very nice and actually started talking to us before we started talking to them.


His son was roughly Beth's age and when we introduced them. He blushed.


Then asked us about the ride. If we'd ever done it before. And how bad a rollercoaster it was.

B/c the dad was suffering from back problems. And ABSOLUTELY hated coasters. But... the son wanted to do it. And was dragging him along.

We informed him that we'd done it PLENTY. And we all liked it.

Calvin smiled his EVILE smile. Which is very similar to MINE. And said, "There's this part that if you don't DUCK, you'll get the BIG D-CAP!"

"D-Cap? What's that?" The dad asked.

"Oh. Decapitation. Your head rips off." Calvin deadpanned.

"Yeah." I added, "They'll carry you off in three Ziplocks. Dude."


"MEL!"!!!!


That was Mellyman.


Then we added that there is a part where you go up through a cave. With bats. And if you don't DUCK. They'll eat your face off.


"MEL!"!!!!


That was Mellyman.


By this time. The preteen son was laughing and his Dad was too.


He wanted to know if it was that bad. Seriously.


No.


It's a pretty lame rollercoaster. You're secured with a bar. Not individual seats. And the worse that could happen is you squish your youngest into the corner of the seat. And pop his head off. With the force.


D-CAP!

I also said that it was a bit jerky. And he'd have to consider that.


But... once his head flew off. It was a moot point.

Then he decided that he was in for the ride.


He actually said, "My head's not that pretty anyhow."


Which made us all laugh.


We chatted about Canada, Disney, the heat, Disney, the heat. And how hot it was at Disney.


I asked him if he was familiar with The Disboards.


He wasn't.


I explained a little about the Dis. And told him to go and read the Trip Report Board. When he returned.


IF... he returned.


Heh heh.


Me(l): Anywho... there are some trip reports by a writer named ZZUB. Oh. Sorry. Did I just spit on your arm? Sorry...but that's hard to say out load. But... they're pretty good and he, apparently, pees his pants and cries everytime he rides BTMRR.
CanadianGuy: No!!!!
Mellyman: MEL!
Me(l): No.
Beth: My Mom writes trip reports too.
Mellyman: BETH!
CanadianGuy: You do, eh?
Me(l): No.


We wandered through the rest of the queue. Passing the same people time and time again. As the line switched back and forth. Nodding "Hi". And roaming. Roaming b/c we wanted to. Roaming around the world. Or... at least... roaming around the queue.


Because we HAD to.

And stewing in the stink of humanity.

We couldn't BE hotter. In that line.


Finally it was GO TIME.


After having been in line for 45 minutes.


BOOYEAH!!!!


We all strapped in.


Our new Canadian friends behind us.


And I yelled out, "HOLD ON!!!!!"


And Calvin added, "TO YOUR HEAD!!!"!!!



Cheers, Mel.


:3dglasses


P.S. Roll Tide.
 
So... did your new Canadian friends survive? popcorn::
 
Excellent Chapter Mel.

About standing in line.

I just love people from out East. They really do say "oot and aboot"

I firmly believe that the CMs up the waittime. On the rides to make you feel better once you beat the posted time to ride.

Except on Maelstrom.

We were there on August and the wait time was 20 minutes. And it took 47 minutes. And you know as I do that it's a lame ride and not worth the wait.

But

Isn't Maelstrom a fastpass?

:rotfl2: :rotfl2: :rotfl2: :rotfl2:

Can't wait to hear about the line at Splash.
 
Good on yeh, Melly. Good chapter.

D-cap!!!

Is that anything similar to a D-cup??

I surely hope not.
 

Mel, you may have a bouncing Mickey
But I have the best Halloween decorations ever
 
Good on yeh, Melly. Good chapter.

D-cap!!!

Is that anything similar to a D-cup??

I surely hope not.


I have NO IDEA what that means.

And...even if I did...I wouldn't invest in. IT.



That'd be like a trip to Disney.


Or...errr... two trips to Disney.


Big trips. With the stupid Dining Plan and everything.


Cheers, Mel.

:3dglasses
 
Mel's head's back!!!!!!!!!!!






Or is it??
 
I don't think I've ever read a more entertaining trip report chapter covering a 45 minute wait in an attraction queue! :lmao: :rotfl2:

Wait, I've never read an entire chapter about waiting in line......for 45 minutes.:rolleyes1
 
You are the only person. I know. Who can make a story about waiting in line. Interesting. Also, I believe, you're the only person. Who would try.

Great installment
 
I've been in Central America recruiting reinforcements. I got them from Blackwater BTW.

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Well, I'm sure the (other) Canadians survived, but I don't think I'd be riding BTMRR with a back problem. In fact, riding it has often given me back problems. Nice of you to give 'em the skinny, tho.

D-cap. Another classic Calvinism!! I think I've FINALLY reached the point where I don't duck in the cave. Calvin may have me starting that up again......

Glad your wait in line was so entertaining, Mel. For us as well as for you (and, of course, the (other) Canadians).
 
Which means both "Hello" and "Goodbye". Along with "love".

The five happyhaunts and two new Canadian friends rode BTMRR together.

You know what?


We all emerged from BTMRR with our head bones connected to OUR... neck bones.

And our neck bones connected to OUR... shoulder bones

And our shoulder bones connected to OUR... back bones.

And our back bones connected to OUR...butt bones.


And, when Calvin didn't hurry to walk off of the platform and exit the ride with the rest of the happyhaunts, my hand bone connected to HIS... butt bone.


Heh heh.


But just enough to say, "Calvin! Love you, mean it! But, hurry UP!"


We left BTMRR. Said goodbye to our new friends. With a smile, a wave and a quick adjustment to fix any spinal subluxations received while tearing around the track on a well-themed but hardly menacing rollercoaster.


All of that to say: Calvin patted the Dad's back saying goodbye. And congratulating him for maning up. And riding.


His hand bone was connected to HIS...back bone!


Ok.


I'll stop that now.


We happyhaunts headed over to check the walk-on line for Splash Mountain. Our Fastpasses were not yet available to use. And we determined that if we waited until we could use them. We'd be quite late for our early lunch ADR. Which was at Tony's. I didn't want us to be late as we'd never eaten there before and it was to be another "new thing" that we were trying on for size on this Disney trip.

Oh yes. I've read the Restaurant Board. Plenty. I KNOW there aren't alot of fans of this particular TS spot in the MK. I heard it's expensive and it sucks. It's pricey. And it blows. And three other phrases that I usually use when refering to Chef Mickey's.

But Calvin LOVES HIM some spagetti and meatballs. Spagetti and meat sauce. Spagetti and red sauce/no meat. And other combinations of noodles and sauces. And we didn't mind trying something new. To see for ourselves. B/c you never know. You should NEVER change an ADR because of one or 500 bad reviews. On any board.


Capish?


That's what we think anyway. So we were headed to Tony's. For the first time.

On the way we passed this:

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And this:

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All the while Tommy was singing "Straight across, down from Heaven that is how you make a seven!"! Yes. AGAIN. It was all good though. And I think he's probably got "7" down pat by now. And so... I decided to join in. Mostly b/c I tend to rhyme things alot. In everyday life. And it comes pretty easily to me. Much to the annoyance of my beautiful bride.


And, occasionally, the children.

"Back across, up from Hell that is how you make an 'L'"!

"MEL!"

"Straight across, angle down. Backwards 'c' and you've got three!"

"Melly... stop it."

"Draw a circle, drop a line. Now you have the number nine!"

sigh

"Circle twice like you skate. Now you've got the number 8!"


Heh heh.


Then I stopped to take this picture:


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I asked Mellyman to take one us in the foreground of that shot. But he was too busy glaring at me with his hands on his hips. B/c he KNOWS darn well. That once I start the rhyming. Thingie. I'm gonna be gone awhile.

I smiled sweetly at him, "Draw a 'w' beneath a frown. Now Mel's lips are upside down."

He turned and started walking. Leading the way to lunch. And, at the same time, away from his sing-songy wife.

Oh!


OHHHH!!!!


MELLY!!!!!

"Melly!"


"What?" He turned.


"Twist around, check your bum. I see that you've sat on gum!"!!


Heh heh.


With that... I started to laugh. B/c it was true. There was a huge wad of someone's chewed gum stuck to his shorts.

CRAP!!!!!

And by using the word "crap"... we mean "shoot", "darn" and sometimes even, "damn"! Or possibly... something MUCH stronger. As in this case.


In our house... "crap" can also mean: dinner, homework, garbage, laundry, crap and about eighteen other unpleasant...errr... thingies. Oh. I forgot. Plus. Including... "RIPPER GOOD TRIP REPORTS"!

You gotta pay attention to the context. To understand how we're using it.


Mellyman was not pleased. We headed down Main St. and stopped in at the washrooms at the end of the street. Directly across from Tony's. He went in to get the crap off his pants.

I mean gum. Here.


He came out annoyed that he actually had to take his pants entirely off. To get it all out.


I thought the image of him standing in the men's washroom. In his panties. Cleaning crap aka gum off of his shorts... was pretty freakin' humourous.


And pretty DARN "Magical", too. For Me(l). That is.


Oh.


I also use the word "panties" to mean "boxers", "tighty whities", "underpants" and, obviously, men's swimming trunks.


Context. Context.



Cheers, Mel.


:3dglasses
 
I knew my family was not the only one to say Love you! with a smack on the be-hind! :cool1: Though I'm really not sure if I shoud be looking to you for validation, what with your hubby wearing panties and all. BTW you cleaned that one up too late, because by the time you explained what panties were, I already had a visual in my head. And it wasn't tighty whities.

That is what I love about your TRs. The visual I get from them. Can't wait for the next installment!
 
B/c he KNOWS darn well. That once I start the rhyming. Thingie. I'm gonna be gone awhile.
That almost made me smile.

Anybody want a peanut?

Pursuant to the Happyhat definition of crap, I thought this chapter was pure crap. You figure out the context.

:moped:
 
That almost made me smile.

Anybody want a peanut?

Pursuant to the Happyhat definition of crap, I thought this chapter was pure crap. You figure out the context.

:moped:


ZZUB loves my new chapter. And, in addition, this trip report!!!!


I didn't say it.


He did.


Or did he?


Anywho... ZZUB please refer BACK to Chapter 20. Merci.


Oh.


I do not mean to pry, but don't you by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?



And also... I noticed you forgot your freakin' EDIT!!!!


Man up. ZZUB. Or you'll be forced to suffer a suplex powerslam with upsidedown Piledriver.
 
ZZUB please refer BACK to Chapter 20.
This thing has chapters? Who knew? I thought you just randomly posted thoughts that hit your mind. I half expect to see a menu for dinner one day. Oh wait. That was Chapter 15B.

I didn't get to edit b/c the conference call I was waiting on while I read this drivel actually began as I was composing my response.

Consider this my edit: Sometimes I wish I could forget it.

:moped:
 


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