~ The Man Report ~~~~~~~~2007~~~~~~~~~Paying the Fiddler~~~~~~~~
Have you ever woken up, looked around, and NOT known where in the heck you were?
This happened to me Friday morning. I didn’t have a clue what was going on.
First my eyes opened, then my head hurt, then the toe
next to my big toe (the little piggy that stayed home) started throbbing with pain.
What in the heck was going on??!!

I was confused and discombobulated as I lay staring at the ceiling. This happens to me a lot but rarely do I
NOT know where I’m at.
I sit up a little too quickly which increases the “throb” in both my head and toe. I look around and figure out what’s going on.
I’m on vacation… in my villa… lying on the floor… next to the couch… covered in popcorn… using my shoe as a pillow… and the TV volume is on full blast.
Looking around I cannot locate the remote, so I stagger over to the television and turn it off. Much better. It’s getting light outside but none of the family was up yet. Either that, or they got up and went to the parks leaving me for dead.
I can only shake my head. What is the Lord’s name was I thinking?!?
I use the facilities, then look at myself in the mirror. I’ve still got my shirt on from the night before but it’s missing two buttons, wrinkled, and has a Frito in the pocket. I’ve got on one sock, bloodshot eyes, and there’s a piece of popcorn wedged between my two front teeth.
Brad Pitt, eat your heart out.
Coffee… I need Coffee…
I walk to the kitchen picking the popcorn out of my teeth and start the coffee. It’s then that I notice the bag of Fritos has been opened and crumbs are scattered all over the floor. Apparently, the midnight snack at Raglan wasn’t enough.
I peek out the kitchen window and don’t see the car!

Maybe the lot was full and I parked it down the street? I head outside with my coffee to locate the bright red Pontiac when I spot the rose bush that I had stumbled into the night before. I glance at my scratched up arms and legs as I begin to put 2 & 2 together.
Oh yeah, we took a cab. Good thinking.
Back inside, I begin to search for things that are important to me. First, my watch and wallet. Second, my wife and kids.
The kids are both sound asleep and MB is completely buried in the covers and snoring loudly. What a cutie.
LG is sleeping peacefully but with her new princess hat snuggled up to her like a stuffed animal.
I go in search of wife. I don’t find her in bed and begin to wonder if I somehow forgot her at Pleasure Island. It wouldn’t be the first time.
I then hear a muffled
yakking sound in the bathroom. I recognize that sound from years of living with Linnie the Pooh-a-lot.
I wander in there and ask, “…you ok”?
“Not really”, she croaks. “The MSG is really barking this morning”.
Uh huh. MSG my butt! It was the gallon of wine she swilled. Maybe some sausage, steak, fried fish, and cheesecake didn’t help. But make no mistake about it. The Cabernet was doing all the “barking”.
“What’s the plan for today”, she grunts.
I explain that it’s vacation and that we really don’t have any plans. By the time we got ready, we’d be really late getting to the parks and the Spring Breakers & Canadians would be solidly in control. I told her we could either head to a Disney Water Park or just hang out by the pool for a while then go to DTD and rent a boat.
We enjoy taking a lunch from the Earl of Sandwich “to go”, then renting a pontoon boat and cruising around Old Key West and Port Orleans. Sometimes, we somehow find a beer or two stuffed in our backpack also. Imagine that?
Of course, I’m always the Boat Captain.
“I don’t think boating is a good idea today”, she tells me with her red face as she lies curled up next to the commode.
Hmmm. She’s probably right. She can barely make it on the boat when she’s totally healthy. Feeling the way she does is going to make that boat ride miserable… not just for her but for all of us!
Other than the headache, I’m feeling fine. We didn’t bring any aspirin so I chow down on 6 or 7 children’s Tylenol and chase them down with Pepsi One. They taste like orange chalk.
For breakfast I find an old Krispy Kreme donut we purchased 6 days ago plus some of the cheese popcorn is left in the bag near the couch. The rest is on the floor. I grab my coffee, donut and popcorn and head out to the patio to enjoy the morning and recover.
As I take my seat, a sharp pain shoots through my body starting from my buttocks region and ending up near my right shoulder blade. Probably the result of a dance move gone awry.
I kick my feet up on the chair next to me, sip my coffee, and reflect on the vacation.
So far, it’s been incredible. One of the best trips ever. I really think that “winging it” was a good idea. Sometimes we spend an incredible amount of time planning every meal then feel pressured to meet all of our obligations. It gets to be a pain in the rump.
This time we had just two Priority Seating arrangements (one lunch and our dinner from the night before). We found that by dining early, we didn’t need Priority Seating. Also, dining early was better for us anyway as MB was a lot more manageable (less AU) when the sun was out. The Werewolf Syndrom.
In fact, if we eat lunch early in the parks then have an early dinner, I don’t really see the need for PS at all. Especially when we go in October and it’s slow.
About 30 minutes later, LG comes out with her princess hat

on and starts telling me all about the babysitter and how much fun they had and how they ate cookies, popcorn and Cheetos while playing video games and so on and so on and so on…
I decide to give Pooh a break and load up the monkeys and take them out the back door to the pool area. It’s sprinkling a little and nobody is at the pool.
For some reason, it’s always raining on our last day of vacation. It’s happened so many times now that it just seems normal.
We ended up spending about 3 hours swimming and having fun. At one point, Pooh came out looking all
chipper and asking about lunch. A few minutes later, she was running back to the room with one hand on her mouth and the other on her butt. Good thing the pool area was empty!
The kids were done swimming when Loud Girl banged her head on the side of the pool, Moan Boy began to moan very loudly, and my Bloody Mary was finished.
Pooh was in bed so I rousted her and told her I was going to get the car and Giordano’s pizza. She moaned, got out of bed, the plopped herself on the couch.
I walked to the main reception area of the villas, caught a cab to P.I. but couldn’t find the car. I had no idea where the stupid thing was parked!
I spent $10 extra to locate the car which was clear down near the bus depot on the eastern side of P.I.
I got out, made the cabby wait a second to make sure it was my car (there are thousands of bright red Pontiac G6’s in Orlando) then jumped in and fired it up.
The stereo came on FULL BLAST to
Aldo Nova…
Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life. I promptly turn it down as my head is still a little fragile. However, moments later I turn it back up and play my fake dash-keyboard. Aldo Nova rules!!!
I made my way out the east entrance of WDW towards the Crossroads area, turned left and parked at the Giordano’s restaurant.
After ordering, I waited on my pizza in the bar and had another Bloody Mary. I had them make it weak, but with lots of spice & and it tasted great!
There was nobody in the restaurant except the employees so I chatted with the bartender about all those darn tourists in the area and how tough it was to drive anywhere. He asked where I lived and after I told him Montana he suddenly had work to do in the kitchen.
I headed back to the room where we ate our excellent lunch and just chilled out. This is what vacation is all about!
Next Up: Toe Story