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~ The Man Report ~ ~ Spilt Whiskey & Secret Carb Feast ~
Other than the two party nights LtP & I enjoyed, our evenings are all basically the same.
We were back in the room every evening no later than 7:30 pm. MB decided a few months back that he’s afraid of the dark so we respect that and make every attempt to get him back to our room before he turned into a werewolf.
Our dinners each night were scheduled around 5 pm. In the past, our dinners were always around 7 or 8 pm so this was a major change for us in our WDW experience.
This simple little schedule change turned out great. We were still on Daylight Savings Time so the sun didn’t set until around 8 pm or later and the Disney experience for MB was a lot more enjoyable.
Our children go to bed at 8 pm sharp every night of their lives. They don’t even really fight us about bed. We kept the exact same schedule for vacation. By the time we got home from dinner every night, the kids would watch a little Stacy on TV, get a bath, then hit the sack.
So what did LtP & I do every night after the kids went to bed? Good question!
Think hot, nasty lovin’ and you’d be close!
J/K
Typically, LtP would be running around the little apartment filling water bottles, doing laundry, folding clothes, packing the backpack, giving baths, and keeping the place semi-clean.
Me? I sat my duff in the same exact spot of the loveseat each and every night, fired up the laptop, and DIS’d.
We brought movies and seasons 8, 9 & 10 of Friends so we had plenty to watch. Mostly I just listened to it in as I surfed these boards looking for opportunities to make funny comments.
Oh, and I also imbibed on a little wine or Crown each night as I relaxed. I gotta be me…
LtP and I love to snack so each night we’d have a little something-something to curb our “crunch” cravings. We’d gobble up some ZERO carb Pork Rinds and squirt some squeeze cheese on it. Another good low carb snack is to take pepperonis and microwave them until they were cooked and crunch then put squeeze cheese on those also. In extreme periods when we have nothing crunchy because we’ve eaten it all, we’ll just go straight to the squeeze cheese and squirt it in our mouths.
Of course, after our first full day in the parks, we were in no mood to end it by going to sleep. It was time for a little late night, in room, partying.
The first thing I did after filling my whiskey glass full of Crown Royal was accidentally knock it and spill it all over LtP and the couch. I received a good tongue lashing over that because I was using the arm of the couch to set it on instead of the table. Ooops!
After LtP cleaned up the mess, we sat back, sipped our drinks and reflected on an awesome day.
She started to yawn… one after the other… and I knew her time was limited.
I was totally bummed. I didn’t want to stay up and party alone. That’s no fun. I wanted her companionship and also a target for my comedic jarbs. Since she went to bed, I had to Ninja-spam the DIS. What else was going to do?
After a couple hours of spamming and watching Friends, season 8, I had another hunger. I needed something… something with… CARBS!!!
Everyone was asleep… who would know? Who would ever find out?
It’s vacation. Aren’t I allowed a teensy weensy little carb-laced snack?
A couple more pulls of whiskey and I convinced myself that YES, I did deserve a little snacky-poo.
I bolted up off my “spot” on the loveseat to raid the kitchen. The day before we had LOADED up on food and snacks, mostly for the children. It was time to get my grubby mitts on this mother load of carb pornage.
irate:
Now, keep in mind that I haven’t had so much as a single potato chip since the 4th of July. No spaghetti… No potatoes… not a single slice of bread or roll… No candy or chocolate… No sugar at all… Not even a piece of gum or a breath mint!
We’re talking 93 days people! I am now JONESIN’ for something that ain’t made of meat, cheese or fried pork skin. After 255 servings of alcohol that day, I needed something crunchy to absorb the poison.
Once I’ve convinced myself it’s “ok” to do something, I throw caution to the wind and dive in headfirst.
The next 40 minutes was a blur of potato chips, cheese nips, Oreos, M&M’s and anything else I could find in the cupboards. I didn’t even take a snack back to my loveseat, but just ate right there in the kitchen, standing up, hunched over the sink. Fist fulls of snacks, half of which made it to my mouth while the other slopped down my shirt and onto the kitchen floor.
Crunching, moaning, snorting and slurping were the noises one would have encountered had they been within hearing distance.
By the time I’d finished, I was drunk from food. My brain swirled, stomach gurgled, and bowels clenched. Walking barefoot through the kitchen I smashed the food that had fallen from my nervous and shaking hands.
My sweaty feet collected much of the crumbled carb carnage, which was then drug into the living room with me where I relaxed, watched one more episode of friends, and downed the remainder of my delicious Canadian whiskey.
Three hours later I woke to the Menu Screen of Friends, lying on the loveseat, freezing and shaking as if poisoned from my 40 minutes of debauchery.
Staggering to the bedroom, it felt as if I was walking on glass as all the snacks stuck to my feet dug in with their sharp carb corners and edges. I had to hold on to the wall, lift each foot and wipe the jagged carb remnants from each foot onto the carpet.
My final thoughts as I slipped quietly into bed were of the state of the living room and kitchen area I had left in my wake. I should really go out and quickly tidy up but my will power is waning as the cloud of sleep slowing begins shutting down my system.
I’ll get up early and spot clean before LtP is even out of bed. The perfect plan…
Next Up: My “Chance” Encounter with Orenthal James Simpson Goes Horribly Awry
My “spot” on the loveseat.
The nightly bathing ritual.
While the rest of us lay around and play, LtP is busy working.
LG enjoys torturing our stuffed friends. Even Beaker is not exempt from her wrath.
Other than the two party nights LtP & I enjoyed, our evenings are all basically the same.
We were back in the room every evening no later than 7:30 pm. MB decided a few months back that he’s afraid of the dark so we respect that and make every attempt to get him back to our room before he turned into a werewolf.
Our dinners each night were scheduled around 5 pm. In the past, our dinners were always around 7 or 8 pm so this was a major change for us in our WDW experience.
This simple little schedule change turned out great. We were still on Daylight Savings Time so the sun didn’t set until around 8 pm or later and the Disney experience for MB was a lot more enjoyable.
Our children go to bed at 8 pm sharp every night of their lives. They don’t even really fight us about bed. We kept the exact same schedule for vacation. By the time we got home from dinner every night, the kids would watch a little Stacy on TV, get a bath, then hit the sack.
So what did LtP & I do every night after the kids went to bed? Good question!
Think hot, nasty lovin’ and you’d be close!
J/K
Typically, LtP would be running around the little apartment filling water bottles, doing laundry, folding clothes, packing the backpack, giving baths, and keeping the place semi-clean.
Me? I sat my duff in the same exact spot of the loveseat each and every night, fired up the laptop, and DIS’d.
We brought movies and seasons 8, 9 & 10 of Friends so we had plenty to watch. Mostly I just listened to it in as I surfed these boards looking for opportunities to make funny comments.
Oh, and I also imbibed on a little wine or Crown each night as I relaxed. I gotta be me…
LtP and I love to snack so each night we’d have a little something-something to curb our “crunch” cravings. We’d gobble up some ZERO carb Pork Rinds and squirt some squeeze cheese on it. Another good low carb snack is to take pepperonis and microwave them until they were cooked and crunch then put squeeze cheese on those also. In extreme periods when we have nothing crunchy because we’ve eaten it all, we’ll just go straight to the squeeze cheese and squirt it in our mouths.
Of course, after our first full day in the parks, we were in no mood to end it by going to sleep. It was time for a little late night, in room, partying.
The first thing I did after filling my whiskey glass full of Crown Royal was accidentally knock it and spill it all over LtP and the couch. I received a good tongue lashing over that because I was using the arm of the couch to set it on instead of the table. Ooops!
After LtP cleaned up the mess, we sat back, sipped our drinks and reflected on an awesome day.
She started to yawn… one after the other… and I knew her time was limited.
I was totally bummed. I didn’t want to stay up and party alone. That’s no fun. I wanted her companionship and also a target for my comedic jarbs. Since she went to bed, I had to Ninja-spam the DIS. What else was going to do?
After a couple hours of spamming and watching Friends, season 8, I had another hunger. I needed something… something with… CARBS!!!
Everyone was asleep… who would know? Who would ever find out?
It’s vacation. Aren’t I allowed a teensy weensy little carb-laced snack?
A couple more pulls of whiskey and I convinced myself that YES, I did deserve a little snacky-poo.
I bolted up off my “spot” on the loveseat to raid the kitchen. The day before we had LOADED up on food and snacks, mostly for the children. It was time to get my grubby mitts on this mother load of carb pornage.
irate:Now, keep in mind that I haven’t had so much as a single potato chip since the 4th of July. No spaghetti… No potatoes… not a single slice of bread or roll… No candy or chocolate… No sugar at all… Not even a piece of gum or a breath mint!
We’re talking 93 days people! I am now JONESIN’ for something that ain’t made of meat, cheese or fried pork skin. After 255 servings of alcohol that day, I needed something crunchy to absorb the poison.
Once I’ve convinced myself it’s “ok” to do something, I throw caution to the wind and dive in headfirst.
The next 40 minutes was a blur of potato chips, cheese nips, Oreos, M&M’s and anything else I could find in the cupboards. I didn’t even take a snack back to my loveseat, but just ate right there in the kitchen, standing up, hunched over the sink. Fist fulls of snacks, half of which made it to my mouth while the other slopped down my shirt and onto the kitchen floor.
Crunching, moaning, snorting and slurping were the noises one would have encountered had they been within hearing distance.
By the time I’d finished, I was drunk from food. My brain swirled, stomach gurgled, and bowels clenched. Walking barefoot through the kitchen I smashed the food that had fallen from my nervous and shaking hands.
My sweaty feet collected much of the crumbled carb carnage, which was then drug into the living room with me where I relaxed, watched one more episode of friends, and downed the remainder of my delicious Canadian whiskey.
Three hours later I woke to the Menu Screen of Friends, lying on the loveseat, freezing and shaking as if poisoned from my 40 minutes of debauchery.
Staggering to the bedroom, it felt as if I was walking on glass as all the snacks stuck to my feet dug in with their sharp carb corners and edges. I had to hold on to the wall, lift each foot and wipe the jagged carb remnants from each foot onto the carpet.
My final thoughts as I slipped quietly into bed were of the state of the living room and kitchen area I had left in my wake. I should really go out and quickly tidy up but my will power is waning as the cloud of sleep slowing begins shutting down my system.
I’ll get up early and spot clean before LtP is even out of bed. The perfect plan…
Next Up: My “Chance” Encounter with Orenthal James Simpson Goes Horribly Awry
My “spot” on the loveseat.
The nightly bathing ritual.
While the rest of us lay around and play, LtP is busy working.
LG enjoys torturing our stuffed friends. Even Beaker is not exempt from her wrath.
We had a 21 pound turkey for 4 of us!! 
Diets suck. Eating properly is the key 
