The Two Really Old(ish) Happyhaunts Go South. Alone... But With ECVs!

[Frickles]

That donut has a hole. I know. I carried it for 6 hours.

Ash, you're too sweet but the metab is slowing. Big time. Lard Lad(y) will be my new nickname by this time next year if I keep shoveling it in like Zzub at a Ponderosa.

 

[luvvwl]

BWV are super cute. Especially those cottages. Love the location. But. There's a thing. I can't ever stay there. That big hideous red clown??? Totally creeps me out. (NODonaldTrump)

PS~ I tried the big spoon thing. TFI. Saidly, it did not work. Like that. Up near my face. Maybe a little lower and to the left?

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Monday July 13th aka Day 2 Part 4 aka We're finally in Disneyland. Hehehheh.


After we paid our bill at the wonderful... wonderfulwhydon'tyouknowChevysfreshmexisthebomb offsite chain guy place. We loaded back into the Slindmobile NOslindman and went back to our lovely BWV resort. Taking the sneak route. Turning at the lights like we were headed to Saratoga Springs and turning towards Old Key West. As happyhaunt luck would have it. WE MISSED OUR SECOND TURN. And ended up in some backasp Disney warehouse loading and unloading (NoMellyman) district. It was magically large. Like Frickles Thai's. And although Mellyman wanted to get right back on track. I wanted to check it out a lil bite. So I made him drive around like we were a transport truck loaded with Cheese. To unload. NOZZUBatCHEVYS. OH man... in my dreams I'd love to jack one of those huge Disney product trucks using Mellyman's lil iphone holstered gun guys cause they're so threateningish not... and he's like SO hot when he spins his phones. Just for Me(l). SQUEEEE!!!!!

Whew. that was an exhausting scream laff at my age. I now need to ice my nabbs. Non abbs. NONAB.



What I'm saying here is that we checked out backstage Disney. For a bit.

Then we took our correct turn and headed back to the Boardwalk. With Mellyman turning too soon into the Hess Station as usual. Best FOOD ON PROPERTY! Note this California Grill. AND... be ashamed. The Hesschefs take time with their offerings and they care. I know this because I have had a HESShotgod. Not a spelling mistake. The finest in the land.

Still a foodie tho.

Usually Mellyman just turns into the Hess by mistake. But this time it was a good thang. Because he needed. Beers. Cheap. Refreshing it's not like Canadian beer but more like Canadian beer pee beer. But magically refreshing.

In the dogdarn heat.

So he zipped in and bought some weird American beer like OL Vienna which sounds very European but isn't. And Europe would kick it out like my foot on all Beth's old boyfriends butt's.

I am very protective to my sweet sweet girl baby. I love her. And I hate all guys who think she's cute. Except for her current boyfriend. He's super. We all loveish him. Hi ALEX!!!!!


welcome heheheheheheh To this fine happyhaunt mess. That u r already pretty used to.


So Mellyman got beer. And I stayed in the car. Sweating. Because Mellyman took the keys with him and turned off the car. For his beer browsing mission.

We went back into Boardwalk. It's a quick right then left out of the Hess tfi.
And we parked. grabbed all our crap and headed up to be welcomed home.

Which I feel is magical every time. I never get sick of it. NOZZUB.

We got to our room. Pressed Mickey's in the downward dog position(NOslinddogonagoodsmokedbone)... and we're in. It works upside down too. In case anyone needs to know.


TFI/


And that's when Mellyman said the most horrible thing to Me(l).


Mellyman: This all doesn't feel right. Melllll! Do u know what I mean. It's all off.

(and I did. Ohhhh I did. I knew exactly what he meant.)

Me(l): The quiet.

Mellyman: Yes. It seems so off. Like it's so quiet. So lonely.

Me(l): I know. It's weird. Where is the ruckus? I miss the kidz too. The noise and the chatter. The clamor. I miss Beth screaming at the boyz. For everything imaginably. Ish. And Tommy telling us the history of something. That we all don't care about. Like the red plague. idk but I think it has something to do with copper. alloids. And calvin trying to beat you. to the bathroom to super poo. (NOZZUB)... AND calvin then trying to make Tommy cry by dry farting on him. And oHHHHHHH. OHHHHH.

Too far.


But... really just us. In a redhappyhauntneck nutshell.



What I mean by all that is this: We realized that we missed the kidz. Suddenly. Massively. And the silence was oddly unwelcome.


THEN.... luckily THEN... we realized this: WE had silence. In our own villa. AT Disney. CRAP! Maybe it's not really a bad thang. Afterall. So...we looked at each other. Smiled. Kissed. And the did the thing that all couples our age. On a romantic vacation alone. For the first time alone in our own villa would do.



Yah BAYYBEEEEE~


We did this:


Mellyman said he was gonna have a quick nap. And I sad "fine"... and I headed down to the pool with reading material in hand and my sunscreen.


BOOYEAH! Youngins. This is DA LIFE!


Cheers, Mel.


DEDit: How are we not even at the clown pool yet? Like ImG (omg) I AM NARCOLEPTIC. Trippie.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Edit: I have been informed by an expert that Old Vienna beer was not the Hess beer purchased. However what brand it was cannot be recalled at this time. Also it was pointed out to Me(l). That Old Vienna beer is actually a weird CANADIAN beer. And then some ha ha haing. Like everyone should know this. Fine. There. Hope everyone is happy now.

Edit of the edit: a real edit needs it's own little post box guy

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

And now a few lil replies:

cheryllarsen: Thank you muchly. And thanks for reading. If you are confuzzelled by any of the abbreviations within this. POC trip report. Feel free to message me. Or Ashclan.


ASH The Ashcan (Did you see that? When ZZUB made a rare mistake and called you that by accident? Hat tip... I did and lolled.):

So. The borg thing made me laff. Basically we're still all BORG on a bunch of things. Except obviously Chevy's Fresh Mex. Although ZZUB and I seem to like it therefore... what is wrong with you other BORG? It's like you're borging out. You know what kills Mellyman and the other happyhaunts? Who are all Star Trek geeks? Well... Mellyman has a very favourite character. She is 7 of 9. I'm not sure why he likes her except that she is very pretty and wears very tight uniforms and is all top heavy (NoSher). And she also has the emotional range of a man's man. Anywho... I am NOT a Star Trek geek (with emphasis on the NOT. And GEEK). So a number of moons ago I was desperate to get into the normal Star Trek dinner convo...DESPERATE cause I like to talkish... and I referred to her as 6 of 9. By honest mistake. AND the whole happyhaunt plus additional peeps (as usual) broke out into wild laughter. And now refer to her as that. Which is kinda rude. And it was an honest mistake. (NOAshcan).

What I'm saying here is this: We're still Borg. That donut had NO hole that I could see. At all.

Also. If I can play the game too. And wake up tomorrow having gained one quality or ability, it would be to have ZZUB's wonderful sense of restraint. And also I'd like to look like Frickles. Oh that's two things. Ah well... I cheat at games anyhow.


Yes... also... this trippie seems like a pump fake trip. Thus far. but I promise next post I'll get us into Epcot. At least at the gates. kk ok kk then?


Jami whammie Bammie: Really? Really? Research? You were researching what in a BMW? Like lifestyles of the rich and famous? Or if, in fact, it was a black beamer then you were researching how to be a dick driver on the road.

Heheheheh.


ZZUES: That's a reference to your weight in tons and nothing more.


Frickles: You lie! However lard lad(y) and Ponderosa was some good fun right there.


SHER: Do not be afraid of the clown pool. Heck you changed your whole life. Clearly you have some spunk. Don't let a lil clown pool however vile it may be slow you down. Boardwalk is nice. A real nice place. They have FUNNEL CAKE!

Also... ok. Try the big spoon thing again. BUT... this time you gotta sing when u try. Pretend you're doing like KARAOKEE. However that is actually spelled. And SING SING loud to get reception. While holding the big foil spoon to your perfectly outlined lip liner lips. oH YEAH... I KNOW they are! Sing this: Sweet Caroline. Because EVERYONE does. To get started. Then... Love Shack... a nod to your place in the backasp mountains. Then... Friends in low places...as a nod to the borg. And finish with Sweet Home Alabama for Me(l). Or else My Humps. That should NOW work and you're welcome.



Cheers, Mel.


Back soon.

Editing for my own purposes: Heheheheh

 

[ScrapYap]

I like what you said about thinking of opening a resort door with a magicband as downward facing dog. I had been thinking more along the lines of a chiropractic adjustment.

The operative word for the clown pool might be more bile than vile, given the digestive juices that the theme-ing suggests are involved. In the pool. Or maybe the slide itself.

Keep the updates coming. You're the best.

 

[Frickles]

The donut had a hole! And I have Thai's behind Chip and Dale!

Is this trip report going to have pictures now that you have a camera charger? Hopefully you charged it while your man bride was napping? And we are going to have pictures? I hope y'all are going to move on from Wal Mart, Chevy's and the Hess station and into the Ditch, Tutto Gusto and the Rose and Crown pub? Maybe? Can't wait to hear how you two young'uns tear it up without the kids!

Edited perfectly to add: The song suggestions are so Jelly Rolls!

 

[AshClan]

Notice Frick deleted the picture of the donut. So how are we to know if it really did have a hole? Lard Lad(y)?! DED!

I have never heard of Old Vienna beer. Guess your EDIT explains why. Was it Schlitz? (Do they even still make that?) Please tell me it wasn't Miller Lite. Talk about Canadian beer pee beer.

Where are we eating dinner? Bet it'll be Biscuits & Gravy from Hardee's. Frick's all over that. Thai's be damned.

Edit for credit: You forgot Pink Cadillac

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Hey I'll be back tomorrow with a wonderful account of me in a bikini at the scary clown pool. Aka Scarier Creepier Bikini Pool. (NOHellClown)

ScrapYap: Thanks for staying tuned and borg on the pool situation. There. And I appreciate that you think I'm the best. Who wouldn't? Tbh. HUG. However... the best trip reporter and legit writer in da bidness is actually that kindly ZZUB fellow. But let's keep it on the downlow. KGB.


FRICKLES pickles: Just give it up. No one saw the hole. Or if we saw if briefly (which we DIDN'T)... we actually can't be sure. Now. It's the loch ness hole. And u deleted out of desperation. And... yet that you wrote this sentence (that no one on earth has ever written before): "I have Thai's behind Chip and Dale". Makes me die. DIE. DIEIEIEIEIEIED. DED. You are a poet the world has never seen since the likes of Bob Dylan!!!!! So CHEERS!!! And sing it in a spoon.


You're stoned aren't u? (NoBobDylanMarley)



Heheheheh.

Also yes I feel it was very Jelly Rolls too~


And... There will be pictures~~~~ OHHHHHH yes. Just maybe not of Me(l) in a bikini. Shudder.


Ashclan of The Clan Gigantormen: I agree that the deleting is very suspicious. We still have no verification on the carpy beer. All Mellyman will admit is that it was cheap. Not a brand he commonly buys and yet delightfully refreshing in a thousand degree heat.

We will be enjoying a wonderful dinner at the rail watching illuminations at Spice Road Table. Which was new for us. And spoiler. It was lovely!!!

Hopefully we'll get there sometime this August.


Cheers, Mel


Dedit: I agree lard lad(y) was the sweetest painful gut laugh ever. I popped my shoulder out.

 

[ScrapYap]

*That's* his name! He's practically screaming it. Can't believe I never thought of it myself. Yet another expression enters my family lexicon thanks to you. Thank you.

(NOHellClown)

ZZUB lost me when he went from praying on a balcony to snarking at people at Cost's Clubs (or maybe Walco) for having the audacity to be elderly. (God got even with him since he's now himself one of the elderlies that he used to gripe about.) And how anyone can like RUDY but not like Notre Dame (as a concept, at least)? Or like BAMA (which their cheerleaders have written in red sequins on their spangly appendages) at all? So I'll stick with you as the best trip writer of all time. NODELSWIFE (Whose TRs and other legacies made immortal.) Bet you maybe even watched Mr. Dressup. Who was American, btw.

ScrapYap:

Thanks for staying tuned and borg on the pool situation. There. And I appreciate that you think I'm the best. Who wouldn't? Tbh. HUG. However... the best trip reporter and legit writer in da bidness is actually that kindly ZZUB fellow. But let's keep it on the downlow. KGB.

 

[AshClan]

Hey y'all, just wanted to make sure you knew that Frick's got a TR on the cruise board. Another fun diversion, and I hear tell there may be some ZZUBing in a future chapter. No fanny packs, though.

And, speaking of great TR writers, WHERE the frick (NOFrick) is LaLa?! For that matter, where did NM disappear to?

Oooh I am dying to try Spice Road Table. And if I was inclined to sit through Illuminations (BTDT, not really my favorite, NOeveryonewholovesit), that would be a great place to do so. Can't wait to hear about it!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Monday July 13th aka Day 2 Part 5 aka A lil Relaxation and Fear. Plus Epcot I think!!!!

So I left Mellyman in the room to get a little beauty sleep. Which my burly princess does NOT need. But... he likes naps like the dog, the cat and Calvin. Especially Calvin. I changed into my trunks and grabbed a book and sunscreen. Plus some money, a wrap and some Fritos Honey BBQ Twists. Which are only available in the good ol USA. In case I got hungry which I probably wouldn't but just in case. Also because they are Snoop Dogg's favourite dog treats. It's true. And I left Mellyman to charge the new camera. Which he said he would and pulled out a package of batteries. Huh?????? What the???? But whatever. Idk WHAT he bought, but I left it to him. All the technology and family financial affairs. As usual.

It always works out. Spoiler. NOT THIS TIME.

Down er.... not down... but out and to the pool.


Hello Clown... don't look at Me(l) and I won't look at you. Capish?

It wasn't very busy around the pool and so I grabbed not only a table for four with an umbrella but a lounger. Like a big fat hog. Poolhog. I hate pool hogs in general. NOmom. But like I said there was tons open. Then I grabbed like five towels. Also a towel hog apparently.

Then I realized that I had unconsciously made a lil happyhaunt retreat for five happyhaunts normal.

Ouch. *sadness* for a brief second. But it passed.

Then I called the General's new base to check the status with the nurses. Status fine. General ok(ish)... but the usual. Whew. Now I can relax.

Or can I?


No. I was in direct eye contact with the Clown. Dammittoheck. Gotta move my digs. Sideways. To the corner of the pool.

However this time I took a table for four with an umbrella. Plus a lounger plus I got an extra towel. Just in case. Mostly because I was right beside the towel barge. Thingie.

I spread all my crap out to save our area. As pool hogs do. As is their nature.

Then I headed to Epcot for five hours.


Heheheh.


No I did not. But I did head to the cursed pool to get wet. ohhhhhhhh I hate this part. So I'm totally dry except I'm sweating like Calvin eating triple suicide wings. But in a more manly way. AND it so blasting hot out and although the pool is prolly like 85 degrees it feels cold on my little stinky feet. And calfs. errr Calves. For a second I almost decided to not go in. Cause I'm a lil baby. Where extreme temperatures are involved. Like hot tubs make me all nauseous. And cold showers make me want to die. And pee. But... because I am a General's daughter I cannot be a wussy baby. She can't like wussy babies. At all.


Do it!!!! Do it!!!!!


So I held my breath and plunged in as fast as I could. Popped up. Shouted WHOAAAA!!!! And was all good. Then I snoopdogpaddled around for a bit. But faster than he would because I wasn't dancing with the mary jane. I prefer to dance with the Mary Brown and her taters.

Still a foodie tho.

Which actually reminds me of another honest mistake I always make that makes those darn happyhaunts laff. I ALWAYS call the Richard Petty Driving Experience (rip) the... TOM PETTY Driving Experience. I cannot for the life of me get it straight. However the experiences are very different. Both are in expensive cars but Tom's is very very slow. To the corner store. For chips.

Where was I?

Yes. Swimming. It was sorta fun. And then I was done.

Got out and dried off. Sunscreened with my 60 spf to make sure my thousands of Irish freckles would not continue to procreate. And lounged. And read for like 5 minutes.

Then guess what????? I saw Mellyman!!!! He was all decked out in his swimwear and looking for me. I screamed "Melly!!! Mel!!! Mel!!" And waved.

Lotsa people looked but did not wave back. Meanies. But Mellyman headed over and I noticed he did not look pleased.

Me(l): Hey! What's up?

Mellyman: Well that camera is a piece of ****. A total piece of crap. It doesn't work. I took pictures, can't see anything and they're all grey.

Me(l): How many shades of grey did you capture? 50?

Mellyman: Shut up. The point is we have to return this tomorrow and get our $30 back.

Me(l): SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! (pop a cranial vessel stroke out) Did you say $30?????????????

Mellyman: Mel. Please. Don't. But the point is it doesn't work. We still have NO camera.

Me(l): Well I guess we'll use your phone although I really wanted a camera. Poop. And what no nap?

Mellyman: No. I just missed you too much. Oh. That's not it. I was just so annoyed that I can't nap now.


At this point Mellyman asked for my lounger. Got all comfortable with towel pillows and fell asleep in about five minutes. Big huge surprise.

So I did what someone in wet swimwear would do to keep from being bored and listening to Fat Man snoring. I decided to check out the Boardwalk. So I headed out but not before donning my wrap. For modesty.

I should have actually donned it for ignominy instead. By wrapping it around my head and face.

hindsight (both definitions) Hehheh

So wearing my shame wrapped in a see thru cheesecloth I wandered the boardwalk at leisure. Stopping to inquire about a possible charger for my camera in the shop and checking out the menu boards at the restaurants and generally browsing. at the food stand booth guys.

Hummmm. Hotdogs. yum.


Sadly I was not hungry at all. And was just doing research. For future snacky times.

I came back to the pool. Where Mellyman had basically not moved from his initial nap position. Head to the side. Mouth open. And arms folded on chest. And went back in the pool.

I ignored the manly snoring as best I could, the Clown's eye contact death threats and just enjoyed the afternoon.

Until I noticed the bar. Because I had been avoiding looking around too much.

Ohhhh! Perhaps I should use my magical magic band for a lil beverage? Great idea!!!!

Strode up to the bar straight from the pool and looked at the menu. Oyes. I'll have some sort of cocktail that I can't remember the name now but was good and had vodka and juices and stuff in it. And came to about $11 after tip. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!

One and done then.

It was good tho.

Finally Mellyman woke up and went swimming. Causing a lil bit of pool water displacement and disruption. Suck it HellClown!!!!


Then we went back to our room had showers and changed into pretty nice clothes. We were headed to Epcot and a romantic dinner watching Illuminations from Spice Road Table. Hopefully at the rail. With any luck. And some tears. And hugs.

And now an iphone camera to boot.


Cheers, Mel.



Edit: SQUEEEE! $30 camera for Me(l)!!!!!! lolllol

 

[DisneyNutMary]

OMG Mel!!!
I didn't even start reading yet and I have to post because I am so happy to see you back writing a trip report.
Last report of yours that I remember, tommy was about three years old.
I've missed you. I just wish another throwback trip reporter was here to comment too- Roll Tide.


Edited to add- I probably should have read a bit before commenting. The old gang is all here, Mel, you brought them all back.
I'm sorry to hear about the General. Watching our parents get older sucks.
I'm here for the ride, can't wait to read more.

 

[ZZUB]

ZZUB lost me when he went from praying on a balcony to snarking at people at Cost's Clubs (or maybe Walco) for having the audacity to be elderly. (God got even with him since he's now himself one of the elderlies that he used to gripe about.)

I've never held myself out as perfect. Far from it. You're free to not like me, and if that's your view of me, I'd suggest you put me on global ignore and skip past everything I've ever written. But you've grossly mischaracterized what I wrote about lunch at Costco. In July 2007! That's a heck of grudge you're holding, by the way. I commented on ANGRY senior citizens. I did not, as you suggest, snark at old people for "having the audacity to be elderly." Far from it. Moreover, God is not much in the business of "getting even" with people. And I assure you that if one day I am an elderly person, I will, in fact, be every bit as angry as the ones I saw in Costco. In July 2007.

On account of the fact I have not eaten enough Little Debbies.

Me(l): Well I guess we'll use your phone although I really wanted a camera. Poop.

What's a camera poop? Did it involve an excess of ginger?

I decided to check out the Boardwalk. So I headed out but not before donning my wrap. For modesty.

One of God's many mercies was that I wasn't on the Boardwalk that afternoon. But on behalf of other Boardwalkers (NOAngryCostcoLunchEaters), perhaps a Burka would better accomplish the task? For, as you say, modesty.

I just wish another throwback trip reporter was here to comment too- Roll Tide.

I thought maybe you had me on global ignore until I saw your edit.

Three weeks of this insanity and here we sit. Still. On the outside of EPCOT looking in. Just admit that you didn't go to WDW and leave us alone. Please.



Edit to add: ZZUB lost me when he began freely discussing raging Number 4s. I mean, if you want take offense, how is THAT not the moment that pushes you over the edge? NOMel'sdignity.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Edit: I did not know that I could put ZZUB on global ignore.




abridgement: I had you at camera poop didn't I?

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

A few replies:

ScrapYap aka Karrie: Good to see you again my lingo twin. And... I agree that HellClown is the name *He* should wear. Due to his pointy threatening features. Clowns generally are rounded in the mouthpaint areas. Except for killer klowns. They make their makeup all corners and points. and it scares normal humans.

Also... I guess we're not borg on ZZUBlove. Which is fine. Different strokes for different folks. And I'm glad you had the balls to say so. ZZUB prolly is too. But this is how I read ZZUB. He's a krispy krunchy krotchety kranky ol Kuss. And for Me(l)... his old man rages make me laff hard. But I bet u in real life he would let elderly people go in front of him in the checkout line. And even help carry their carp to their car. Cause that's my sense of him. He'd prolly even pray for them too.

After he stole their box of Little Debbie's outta their cart. Under their noses and old cataracted eyes.


Also ohhhhhhhhh oh you made me all sad. DELSWIFE (RIP). *sigh*

Truly a master of the art.


ASH my AHSmiester: Illuminations is my darn near favouritiey thingie at Disney. I have never watched it and not cried. ok. Once I didn't cry. The happyhaunts call it "Illuminationscry". instead of Illuminations. And I listen to it almost daily in cd form in my crappy van. It makes me feel alive. And also tingly.

Spice Road Table DID rock. As you will hear tomorrow.

Also...So IN on Frickles cruise report. Starting off just stellar. Too.


ZZUB my WWovley: You're kind of elderly already. Even if the numbers age wise don't add up. (NOfricklesmadmathskillz)

Athough I appreciate the cruel sentiment about the Burka aesthetically. I disagree with vigor on it culturally. There is no way in HECK that I could ever be an ideal woman in Burka society. Firstly I am more man than woman. (you are the opposite tfi) And thirdly I am loud. rude and crude. So not a real ideal. In fact I am not an ideal woman in any society thus far known to man. Which I'm ok with because I'm not perfect. Far from it.

Now then I may or may not put you on Global Ignore.


ok.


I mayn't.



Mary YOUDISNEYNUT~~~:

I So total menember YOU~

I am so glad you found Me(l)!!! And are joining this lil circus. Welcome. Welcome.

Saidly I didn't bring everyone back. I'm still really missing someone. *sigh*


Cheers, Mel.

Credit: I wanna be your sledgehammer. NOpetergabriel. In the purely mechanical sense.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Monday July 13th aka Day 2 Part 6 aka We're in Epcot finally. FINALLY!

So after we had our showers and got all super attractive(ish)... we headed out to Epcot. We walked and sweated briskly until we got to the International Gateway which had a bit of a line to get passed the bag check but not too long a line. I waited super impatiently and finally we were face to face with the Scottish security guy who we ended up seeing over the week quite a bit. He's nice. And kinda funny. He let Mellyman pass and proceeded to look into my bag. Unzipping all the compartments save one. I noticed his security lapse and let him know that he missed my one Selfie Stick compartment. He laughed and noted that I did indeed have none selfie stick... but a lipliner. in there. And also a couple bandaids.


He was very thorough. Tho. Nod.

Then I pressed my magic band to the big Mickey Stick. Put my right pointer finger in the finger hole grip doo da and was scanned for eternity. The Cast Member shouted my height (5'5") my weight (130lbs) my hair colour(blond) my ring size (6) and my deepest secret (dirtymcdonaldspoutine) to the other CMs. Along with the fact that I enjoy having the dog floss my toes with her tongue on occasion. Oh. That might actually be my dirtiest secret fbi.

Who cares tho? We were IN! I was finally in Epcot after three very long very hard very painful and stressful years.

I found Mellyman right there and said as much.

I said to him that I couldn't believe it. We're finally here. In my happy place...our happy place. We hugged and blocked the path for everyone behind us. No matter because we were having a really good moment. *happy sigh*

We held hands and slowly walked into World Showcase. Just marveling at the day. The beauty. The feeling and the happiness.

I was really jazzed. And really really happy. Omg. Sooooo happy.

That it was sooooo redundant. Very much so. sorry.

Sorry. Again. Heheheheh.

First stop... Rose and Crown Pub. Oh I love the Rose and Crown. Mellyman too. It's because I'm 100 percent Irish. And he is Irish/English. What I'm saying here is we like our pubs. And our liquor. Also... we're violent swearing brawlers, freckled, potato eating, death obsessed talkers who enjoy having more than two children per family. Unit.

It's totally racist.

But fine cause it's my race. LOL.

The Australians are worse tfi. Heheheheh.

That was a lil jokey poo. Read it at your own risk.


Where was I? Oh... in the pub which suddenly I did not love anymore. OMgosh. It was soooo crowded. Loud and full of screaming buzzed people. Screaming at each other and there was a piano playing dude to boot. But it WAS nice and cool compared to the outside.

I took one look at Mellyman told him my desire. And said I'd meet him outside in the NORMAL.

Whew. Nice and hot outside. Quiet. I must be gettin' old.

He came back after quite awhile. Slightly more deafened than usual. NOhuntinggunearMelly. But bearing me a deliciously cold Cider. And a beer for himself.

Which he said were stunningly magically expensive. Not to mention the exchange rate. So don't mention it then. Capish?

We started walking towards Canada. Our home and native land. Where we were just in time to watch the start of some kinda new Lumberjack show. Which replaced Off Kilter to the detriment of everyone. For ever and always. Ohhh. Where should I start? I loved off kilter. They were really really good. And some of my best Epcot memories are of Tommy dancing by himself in front of the stage. decked out in his own colour. Orange. All orange. And having the time of his tiny cute life. Cause that kid can DANCE. To this day. He has some moves. Which are hilarious and unique and quite heartwarming to all the happyhaunts. Oh hell yes have I ever laughed watching our sweet baby dance to his own drummer to the sweet beats of Off Kilter. SIGH.

The new show is lame. Mellyman was more generous but also said that. About it.

We continued moving clockwise. Took a quick detour to get buttons. Celebration buttons.

I went to get them telling Mellyman that I wasn't sure what I wanted to celebrate yet. He suggested our anniversary. And reason for the trip. I told him anniversary buttons are boring and just... NO. K?

I got birthday buttons which I embellished and went back to meet Mellyman.

I showed him mine and he said "NO! No Mel... no way".

Apparently he did not want me celebrating "Happy Birthday Menopause".

Then I showed him his. Again... "HELL NO!!! MEL NOT FUNNY!".

Apparently he not want himself celebrating "Happy Birthday Cialis".


(Not that it's true I just thought it would be funny on a Disney button heheheheh)

So. NO buttons for us. We're too sensitive to wear them. Apparently.

We continued on our drinking around the world. People watching and generally enjoying a nice wander. We got to Mexico and Mellyman had to check out his favourite place called La Cava Del Tequila. The CAVE OF Drunk. I can't even go in there. I have had way too many tequila moments as a younger Mel. And can't bear the smell of that crap anymore. Mellyman came out with another beer. And my cider was only half gone. Wow. Fat man drinkinginthehotsun. He fought the law and he won. He fought the law and he won. NOdeadkennedys.

We invaded China with money in hand and I shopped. I had to get these certain bracelets that I wear. Every day now for about the past five years. They are purchased at the China lil stand beside the big shopping store there.

They are red or black string bracelets which I've worn for the last fiveish years. Like I said. Constantly. I just leave them on until they fall off of their own accord. From wear and tear. They have Chinese characters which mean "Luck" on them. There are many other ones. Heath, prosperity, love etc. But... I like "Luck". It encompasses all. of them. Luck is the best thing to have. I think.

So I bought two new "Luck" bracelets and showed Mellyman.

Who said "Good choice. You may even get some of lucky tonite." heheheheheh.

We continued on. Thru Africa outpost. And to Germany. Where Mellyman got ANOTHER BEER. And I tried to look at the cute little train set up but couldn't because it was temporarily blocked by a line of hedges on carts with wheels. Why???? Is it being fixed? Why? I like to watch the trains. And the tiny towns. I find it relaxing and at the same time want to stamp all over it and cause mass destruction like Dogzilla (NOSlinddogonapillow).

Finally we got to Italy. And had to check out Tutto Gusto. Because that is new to us. We peeked in and it looked really nice and we made a mental note to try and get back to it for some wine and meat and cheese. Spoiler. Never did. Next trip.

Next up and final destination. Morocco. And Spice Road Table. Cause we were so excited to check this out. Well... I was. Mellyman just is fine with being along for the ride. And he really had no say in any of our ADRs, so that's that. Mo' rockin' is gone. Too. Again another bad move. Soooo sad. Memories of Tommy belly dancing with the fine looking belly dancer lady. And being WAY better than her. He has a gift. Is what I'm saying here. Also Mellyman was super sad when I mentioned it because he quite liked the belly dancers too. In a way different way. I think.

I still had some cider in my glass and by this time it was warmer than the urine in my bladder so I threw it out. Sad to waste but was completely undrinkable. I'm looking at You Yoohoo. Mellyman was finishing beer number three. Cheers!

We were right at 7:30pm. And our adr was for 7:45pm. I decided to check in and maybe they'd seat us a bit early.

Yes they could. I asked nicely "Would it be possible to get a table by the rail? So that we could have a view of Illuminations while we dine?"

Sure.


Really? SURE????? WELL alrighty!!!!!!! That works for US~~~~


They then escorted us to a seat by the rail. Yes indeedy the rail. However... it was the rail beside the inside portion of the restaurant. The rail where I could stick my hand out and high five with everyone walking thru World Showcase and Morocco. To get to where. ever. else.

Not on the water. The opposite. In an area of tables and seats with NO ONE in them. No one in the area at all.

SERIOUSLY!!!!

Mellyman and I looked at each other and I might or might not have laughed out loud. And then said to the hostess "Ummmm. Like, the other rail seats. By the water. If possible???".

Oh. We had a moment where we Capished as one. And she led us over to the OTHER side of the restaurant. By the water. Rail. Table for two. Just perfect.

The restaurant was so pretty and well themed. Our view was amazing. I think we had the best table there for Illuminations viewing. Our server was a nice young man. So helpful and polite and on point. I ordered a glass of white wine. Mellyman another beer. Then we ordered the calamari and the hummus plate with olives and pita. Both were freakin good. The calamari had lotsa little tentacle guys which I love and two dips. A creamy one and a slightly spicy thinner dip. Both good. Crispy. Not greasy. And hot. There were two kinds of hummus. Regular and either roasted red pepper or a sundried tomato one. Can't be sure now but really good. The pita was warm and lovely. Olives can't ever be bad. WE WERE LOVING IT. Then we ordered the three lamb sliders with hummus fries and the vegetarian platter. Both winners again. The little lamb burgers were really good and rich. Lamby but not too lamby. Like muttony. If you kwim. The veggie dish was superb. And from my research here... I read that the portions were too small. For the price. That was the feeling I got from the reviews anyhow. We strongly disagreed. It was all tons of food. And we were very full by the end.

Midway thru our mains Illuminations began. And for the first time ever... I enjoyed it without tears. Because I was eating. And the food was good. As was the wine. See that! Eating trumps crying apparently.

Great meal. Great show and great company.

The only things messed up were our selfie pics with Mellyman's phone. Ohhhh they were hilariously bad. But we're novices. TBH.

Illuminations ended and finally so did our wonderful meal. We paid...errrrr...Mellyman did. And we headed back thru a very much emptier Epcot World Showcase.

On the bridge past France I stopped Mellyman. I told him thank you. Thank you for this. This trip and this wonderful moment. That I needed so so badly.

He pulled me close and wrapped me in his giant arms again his Fat Man chest. He held me tight. In one of my favourite places in the whole world. A place where I feel small. Safe. Protected. and calm. And told me he loved me and wanted me to just have fun. Then he kisses the top of my head.

As my guitar gently weeps.


Cheers, Mel.


Edit: Was a very nice night tbh hug

 

[pookersmom]

Aww, that's so sweet.

Now I want hummus. And calamari. And lamb sliders.

 

[AshClan]

Woo Hoo! We are finally in the parks!!

We started walking towards Canada. Our home and native land. Where we were just in time to watch the start of some kinda new Lumberjack show. Which replaced Off Kilter to the detriment of everyone. For ever and always. Ohhh. Where should I start? I loved off kilter.

I. Can't. Even. I am broken-hearted over the loss of Off Kilter. Every time I walk past the stage I have to look away. I have not seen the lumberjacks and have no desire to do so. I am SO frickin' (NOFrick) upset that they are gone. They, not Illuminations, were my favorite part of the World Showcase and I am not happy at all with the Disney peeps who made that decision. I miss the World Showcase players, too, but Off Kilter leaving is a travesty!

Okay, deep breath. I will get over it.

We continued on our drinking around the world. People watching and generally enjoying a nice wander. We got to Mexico and Mellyman had to check out his favourite place called La Cava Del Tequila. The CAVE OF Drunk.

We LOVE La Cava Del Tequila. But. It has a different name here on the DIS TR boards. That we in the Maelstrom community have adopted. It's called The Ditch. Rooted in the fact that when you go in there you're very likely to ditch your plans for the day. (Hat Tip, DISer oybolshoi) It is a wonderful place and loads of fun. But. I can understand that it might be challenging if you're not a fan of tequila. I'll tell you, though, that you're missing out. Sorry.

You would love Tutto Gusto too. Especially because it doesn't smell like tequila, but instead smells of wine, olives, and wonderful cheese. It is dreamy, and a nice "grown up" diversion in a World filled with munchkins. Cute as they are. An escape from the chaos isn't always a bad thing.

Spice Road Table sounds fab. Gotta get myself there one of these days.

What a boring post (mine, not yours!). But I'm about to head out for my 2nd root canal in as many months, so you'll forgive my lack of humor this morning. Great chapter! And thanks for finally getting us to Epcot!!

 

[ZZUB]

Next up and final destination. Morocco. And Spice Road Table. Cause we were so excited to check this out.

What you mean is, "you were thankful that when you checked Disney Dining within 30 days of your trip, you were excited to find that you could get a table at all, and so you pounced on this crap hole because it was available."

An entire evening in Epcot and not one ride? Not even in Mexico?! You realize you could have gone to the local mall and had virtually the same experience. For less money?

Except for Illuminations: Reflections of a Boring Happyhaunt. For that you need to go to a bathroom. Again, your local mall will do.

That we in the Maelstrom community have adopted. It's called The Ditch. Rooted in the fact that when you go in there you're very likely to ditch your plans for the day.

Had to read this twice because I thought it said if you went to the tequila bar you were "very likely to ditch your pants for the day." Which, I suppose, is equally as possible. And would explain why you'd ditch your plans as well. But c'mon. It's a family park. Not the DNC.

But I'm about to head out for my 2nd root canal in as many months, so you'll forgive my lack of humor this morning

I'll cover your 2:00 bweifing for you then. And I promise, I won't be hostile, bewigerent or vague.



Hi Haley!