~ The Man Report ~~~~~~~~~~~2007~~~~~~~~~~~Secret Experiment #2~~~~~~~~
Leaving Epcot, I can’t remember where the car is parked. Lin has a little recording device she brought along and played it back.
“Growld Imignle forly-elight”.
How in the heck is that supposed to help us? It was all garbled sounding which irritated me.
Pooh says, “It’s row Imagine Forty-Eight”. Apparently it’s her own little grunting code that nobody can understand except her… and maybe Moan Boy.
We find the car, load up, and leave Epcot. I take a different road and Pooh asks “Where’re we going?”. I responded that I had a secret experiment I wanted to try. She rolled her eyes and I could tell she was trying to figure out what was up.
A few turns later and we’re at the gates of Old Key West. Lin says, “What the…”. I tell everyone to keep quiet and let me do the talking.
The gate guard saunters over as I roll down the window. I flash my DVC card and he says “Welcome Home” and lets us in!
Woo Hoo! The hard part was over with.
Next we find a parking spot near the main complex and I jump out and grab the kids swimming suits from the trunk and we have them get dressed right in the car.
Pooh knows what’s up by this time and is completely horrified by what we’re doing. She’s so nervous she’ll be caught and forced into an embarrassing situation.

Ten bucks says she was the girl in grade school who was never late, sat in the front row, and did all of her homework.
I was the kid in the back, makin’ wise-cracks and writing notes to my girlfriends.
Anyway, there’s no way I’m going to get Pooh to change into her swimming suit in the car so we head towards the pool. If I remember correctly, there were a couple of bathrooms near the pool where we could both change. What I couldn’t remember was whether or not you needed a room key to access them.
Worst case scenario would be the kids would swim and we’d watch. Oh, and we’d be caught, our car could be towed or one of those “boots” could be put on it. We’d be handed over to Disney Police, escorted off the property and asked to never return after revoking our DVC membership. Ya, right.
As we’re walking towards the pool area, Pooh-head is trying to act as normal as she can and whispering to me not to draw attention to ourselves. She’s afraid of a pool repeat of the day before. I didn’t want her to be too nervous so I stayed as normal as possible for her.
The bathrooms did have slots for keys but both doors (Men’s & Woman’s) were open. Pooh-head and I both change into our suits and head to the pool.
The kids rode the slide at the pool about 25 times each. The weather was PERFECT and the crowd was medium. This felt
SO much more like vacation than the pool at our dilapidated resort. There were kids laughing and playing, people jumping and splashing, lifeguards protecting, and not a single person hooked up to oxygen playing backgammon.
After a while of frolicking, I decide I need a libation and head to the bar for a deluxe margarita. As usual, Pooh pulls babysitting duty in the pool.
The bar is very small with a couple of televisions, one bartender, and a drunken Aussie whose shootin’ tequila chased by beer. I watched him shoot down three shots and one beer in the short period I was there.
I order my first margarita and catch up on the sports on t.v. I look down and my drink was gone so I order a second one (my first one as far as Pooh-head knows).
I wander back to the pool, find a spot in the sun, and kick back with my drink. Soon Pooh and the kids want a picture so I snap one of them. Pooh comes over and takes a sip of my margarita then her and the kids head towards the “beach” area where all the sand and playground equipment is.
I went and checked on the car a couple of times to make sure it’s not been towed, watch Loud Girl make a sand castle, then we decide to leave. Two hours is enough.
Once back in the car, Pooh-head is visibly relieved. That was
way too much excitement for her. She’s one that always plays by the rules.
I then explain to her that we did nothing wrong. The guard let us in, and nowhere were there any signs saying that you had to be staying at the resort to swim. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just using our privileges as DVC members. She had some lame argument that there WAS a sign but since I didn’t see it, and she had no pictures to prove her story, I chose to ignore her defense.
The only real exciting thing that happened was on my only trip down the slide. I took off like a shot lying all the way back on the slide which caused me to exceed the sound barrier by the time I entered the pool. I skimmed the water half way across the pool then my legs shot straight up, my head went straight down, and I did an underwater flip in the pool causing my swimming trunks to drop to my knees. I yanked them up prior to frightening any of the OKW swimming pool patrons.
That evening, having not planned any meals, we decided to just start driving and look for a restaurant.
Heading towards Crossroads, Pooh is thinking maybe back to Giordano’s. I’d really like to try something we’ve never done before and am kinda thinking a steakhouse.
Right then I spotted the
Clakshun Indian food restaurant and whip the wheel to the right and turn in. Pooh-head is like “Oh no, we aren’t eating Indian Food!!!”
Those of you familiar to Pooh-head know that her real nickname should be
Pooh-butt. 
You also know that we’ve got as much of a chance to eat Indian Cuisine as we do to go on vacation anywhere except WDW. It just ain’t gunna happen.
Right next door to Clakshun is a
TGI Friday’s so we head in there. They have great children’s meals, fantastic service, and good wine. Lin and I both order the Jack Daniels Flat Iron steaks and chow them down. The total cost of the meal was less than lunch but we had an entire bottle of wine with dinner! That Disney can be spendy.
Sure, it wasn’t a Disney restaurant, but it was really good and a new experience for us since we don’t have Friday’s in Montana. Plus they piped in some good rock music and since it was only 5 p.m., the place was empty.
I’m totally not joking what happened that night. Once again, I was woken up by the drunken college crowd. This time they rang our doorbell and raced off!

I was soo mad. I called security and they answered “Yes Mr. Mills, where are the drunken pre-adults at THIS evening” or something to that effect. It was a touch embarrassing.
After the phone call I fell asleep right away. It’s a good thing too as we were headed to MK in the morning and we all know how much fun
DRIVING to MK is. This is when you REALLY miss staying “on-site” so you can use the Disney bus system.
Next up: Wham Wham Wham!!