The happyhaunts rode Splash Mountain. We rode it with another mom and her daughter who had to be Calvin's age. If not a little bit older.
Who was scared.
Scared to ride it. And was kinda whimpering and whining from jump.
Which means but one thing to happyhaunts:
1. We're gonna make you laugh. Or die trying.
They were behind us. The back row.
As the ride started the mom had her arm around her daughter telling her how much fun she would have. How many cool things she'd see during the ride. And how much she'd love it when we went down the drop.
The girl wasn't having any of it.
Which kinda bummed me out b/c I hate seeing kids get dragged onto rides that they're really afraid of. I KNOW that some kids are the type that have to be strongly encouraged to do something new. And then they realized they actually *like* the new thing.
This little girl didn't seem to be that type. She seemed to be merely wanting to *survive* the new thing.
Well... we happyhaunts realized this and started to make jokes about any silly thing (NOCalvin) we could. Hoping she'd stop paying attention to how scared she was and start laughing at Calvin. Instead. We yelled Bare Brer Bear Bum. About a thousand times. Including during all the parts of the ride which don't feature Brer Bear. Yes we did. But... mostly Calvin did.
Did I mention that the scared girl who was approximately Calvin's age was very cute?
Anyway... I think Calvin noticed b/c he was in top form. About the only thing he didn't do was get up on his seat and do a lil soft shoe for her.
His whole... Gigantic Show Off For The Cute Girl Routine... was pretty funny tho.
And he really kicked it up a notch when we were heading up the mountain and a log whizzed down beside us spraying us BIG TIME with water.
Because she started to cry softly.
By the time we got to the precipice he was yelling that he was
The King of The World!!!!
NOJamesCameron but... you're a goof.
And when we headed down he stood up, flexed his guns. And roared.
Causing three things to happen simultaneously: He swallowed a TREMENDOUS amount of water. Got really REALLY wet. And our photo got "Washed Away".
However... the girl's mood lifted because she HAD surivived. And she was amused by his degree of wetness.
He COULDN'T BE any WETTER!!!!
In fact we all weren't that wet. Calvin had singlehandedly drunk our splash. On Splash Mountain.
We finished the ride listening to Da Man. Da Little Man. And disembarked.
That's when he turned to the cute scared girl and said, "That was FUN!!!!"!
She told him to "Shut up.".
Which means ~ "I think you're cute too!". In their world.
I think.
I also think that Beth must think her brother is *REALLY* handsome.
Heh heh.
We checked for our photo in vain. And then headed out of the Magic Kingdom. To head back to the VWL. And for an afternoon of swimming.
It was a good call. The MK was PACKED!! And I didn't feel that bad about leaving after having only done a couple of things. While trapped in Frontierland.
We got back to our room. Way way way back to our room. At the Overlook Hotel.
After a little fun with the kids in the hall, "Heeere's Johnny!".
They had no idea what Mellyman and I were doing. But... he scared the snot out of them nonetheless.
Heh heh.
We got into our room and I announced that we were going to quickly change into our bathing suits and head right down to the Quiet Pool. Like Daddy wanted.
Then I went into the bathroom to gather bathing suits which were slung over every rod and/or rack we had.
I realized that the "quickly changing and heading right down" was gonna be a problem when I came back out into the room.
And found the T.V. on. Snacks out. Pop opened. And everyone lying down on either the bed or the couch.
I KNOW that Mellyman is gonna be hard to move when he's assumed ~ The Man Position.
The Man Position: My beautiful bride... sprawled on the couch. Shirt off. Remote in one hand. The other is peeling his right sock off his foot. To deposit it on the floor beside his left sock. All the while spooning. A bag of chips.
Geez.
He's gonna be gone for awhile. Me(l) thinks.
Ok! There's still the kids! I thought optimistically.
No dice.
No one wanted to run down to the Quiet Pool.
Right then. Except for me.
Even though I said "pretty please with sugar on top".
So I decided to head out myself. I can't stand being cooped up in a room when we're at Disney World.
And... there was nothing exciting going on down in the Preferred Dumpster Viewing Area either.
Probably b/c it wasn't
4:30 AM!
So I put on my bathing suit. My sarong skirt. My cowboy hat. My flips. My beach bag. And headed down.
The rest of the happyhaunts promised to join me in about a half an hour.
Because I stole the remote from Mellyman and refused to give it back until he agreed.
Also... I was sure he'd miss me by then.
Or not.
I went straight out to the Quiet Pool beside the DVC building.
NO I DID NOT!!!
I went to the Trout Pass Pool Bar.
But first I had to run the gauntlet.
Yep.
The gauntlet of construction workers all down the side of the WL who were busy doing exterior renovations to the building there.
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before but people tend to talk to me. I usually consider it a blessing. I like meeting people. And all kinds of people like to meet me too: small children, old people, lost people, mad people and especially drunk people. And construction workers.
They sometimes say "Hi". But... sometimes it's not "Hi". Well... most of the time.
So... when I say I ran the gauntlet. I literally ran the gauntlet.
Ok. I walked it real fast. I walked the gauntlet fast.
Ok. I slunk.
I slunk through the gauntlet.
Am I using "gauntlet" properly? Still?
You tell me. I really have no idea.
Moving on...
I made it to the bar. And decided since I was gonna be meeting people anyway. Whether I liked it or not. I might as well get on with it. So I grabbed a spot a couple spaces over from... REALLY REALLY VISIBLY DRUNK GUY.
The bartender came over. And asked me what I wanted.
I pointed to the slammed dude and said, "I'll have what he's having."
B/c I've always wanted to use that classic line from When Harry Met Sally.
We laughed. The bartender and I.
Then I asked the wasted guy what he was having.
Plowed guy ~ I'm having a bunch of things. What am I having?
Bartender ~ Aren't you having a sling?
Twisted guy ~ I'm having slings.
Me(l) ~ They're working.
Slung guy ~ And sumpin' else.
Me(l) ~ Double vision.
Juiced guy ~ Ha ha! That's funny.
Me(l) ~ I'll have a beer.
Honked guy ~ Have two. I'm gonna have another thing.
Me(l) ~ It's called "A Hangover", Dude.
Wrecked guy ~ Ha ha. That's funny.
Got my beer. Paid for it. And turned to head out.
Me(l) ~ Bye! Nice meetin' you. Oh. Do you like my hats? Heh heh.
Mr. Boozenheim ~ Wait...
Me(l) ~ Cheerio.
I headed back with my beer. Walking the gauntlet this time.
B/c I was carrying beer. Duh.
And headed to the Quiet Pool.
Where I scored a lounger and relaxed for a bit. Sipping my beverage.
Then I decided to go floating.
I'm a floater. Which, I realize, doesn't sound too complimentary. But it's true. I love to just float on my back in a pool. Like a starfish. Endlessly. I also realize this doesn't make my BMI sound real stellar.
I went floating. Really relaxed. And the Quiet Pool was quiet. I gotta say. Partly b/c the water was muffling the sounds around me.
Still, soon enough, I heard this:
"LAST ONE IN THE POOL IS IT!!!!!
It was Calvin.
Ahhh... the family had arrived. Loudly.
They played tag. For awhile and then they decided to disturb me.
From my floating.
They do this all the time. If I'm in the pool the kids can't seem to leave me along. They seem unable to swim around me. Ignore me. Or just say "Hey". And go about their own business.
What they do instead is this: The like to pull me. Drag me. Climb on me. Splash me. And pull on me some more.
For some reason everytime we're in the pool. It turns into a scene out of JAWS.
I'm floating peacefully. Thanks to my BMI which is in the *buoyant* range. When suddenly I'm violently jerked under the water. By the leg. And dragged across the pool.
That would be Beth or Calvin. Tommy usually just climbs on me.
When he wants to drown me.
Then someone pulls me by the arm.
Then the leg.
Around and around.
There's a little screaming. And thrashing.
Then I have to bring The FIN!
Which means I turn the tables on the kids and I'm the shark. And swim after them. To catch and destroy.
It was plenty of fun.
Until Mellyman bellowed, "THIS IS THE QUIET POOL, FOLKS!!!!! BE QUIETER!!!"
Looking all Preppy Gangsta... in his golf shirt and trunks.
What I'm saying is this: We weren't all that scared. TFI.
We continued to play. Not really being much quieter. But yelling, "SHHHH!!!! THIS IS THE QUIET POOL!!!" at each other. Every 10 seconds.
Mellyman gave up and finished drinking my beer.
Anyhow... the Quiet Pool was great. It wasn't very busy. Pretty empty in fact. There were just a couple of families with small children. And two couples in the spa thingie.
But... they cleared out pretty soon after "JAWS" started.
Funny that.
We had a really nice afternoon. Swimming, sunning, spa-ing, sharking, snacking, shouting, splashing and shushing. The kids.
It ended up being a great call to head back to our resort and the Quiet Pool.
As least for us.
Heh heh.
Then, sadly, it was time to go. Back to our room and get ready for dinner.
Calvin grabbed his stuff and headed out.
Leaving a heap of wet towels on his lounger.
Me(l) ~ Calvin! Grab those and throw them in the bin. What do you think? The Towel Fairy is gonna do it?
Calvin ~ I was thinking you'd do it.
Me(l) ~ I'm not the Towel Fairy. I'm the Dropkick Fairy. NOW!!! Clean them up.
Mellyman ~ I thought you were the Sarcastic Fairy.
Me(l) ~ I thought you were the Funny Fairy. But obviously I was wrong.
Mellyman ~ You're the Dumb Fairy.
Me(l) ~ You're the Hairy Fairy.
Mellyman ~ You're the Butt Fairy.
Me(l) ~ You're an ENORMOUS fairy.
Beth ~ How OLD are you fairies anyway?!
We stopped. And all started heading out. Mellyman and I were still giggling. Beth was trying to ignore us.
Me(l) ~ Psst. Melly!!!!
Mellyman ~ Psst. What?!!!
Me(l) ~ BUTT Fairy?!!!!!!! What the HECK is that, Dude?!!!
We started hooting.
Scaring our oldest offspring away.
Again.
Cheers, Mel.
laughing: ) I would have had this valuable information and maybe passed on Tony's. For Cosmic's. Which is good eatin'
