After the OKW slide debacle, I decide now would be a good time to leave the OKW pool and take my ladylike gracefulness and entertain the masses elsewhere.
We head back to the room, and I glance through the souvenirs I bought for the baby babynurses. I began obsessing about the the tshirt I bought for dd. I think she will like the OTHER Cpt. Jack shirt better, and I think the original shirt I bought for her is actually my size.
After looking at the tshirt for the millionth time and muttering something about "I think she would have liked the other one so much more",
RS says "let's go"
"Where are we going? Is it a surprise? I love surprises!" I ask as I jump on the bed. (a small part of me wishes that were a typo, a larger part of me says if you aint willing to jump on a bed, you aint really livin)
"The surprise is we are going back to the MK for that stupid Tshirt, BUT as a bonus we will stop by the bakery on Main Street and get your favorite dessert. The ice cream cookie sandwich"
"FOR REALS?" I shriek mid-jump.
So we get back on the bus and head to MK. Our timing sucked though, b/c the parade was only moments from starting. Making your way through Main Street during Spectro time in August is not zackly thrilling. But I was on a mission. I breathe in deeply. Ah yes, faintly ever so faintly, above the smell of sweat drenched tourists and regurgitated baby formula that has long since curdled in the summer heat, my olfactory nerves FINALLY zero in on the freshly baked aroma of Nestle Toll House chocolate chip cookies awaiting to be slathered with ice cold vanilla ice cream.
I forge ahead. I am bobbing and weaving and ducking and dodging. RonStoppable decides to grab a hot dog and coke at Casey's. As I watch him disappear into a sea of touristy faces, I think for a moment that I very well may never see him again, but it's a risk I have to be willing to take if I am indulge my sweet tooth in this sugar lovers fantasy.
Finally I am standing in line anxiously awaiting my turn to order. The CM asks me what I want and I tell her with a sparkle in my eye.
She smiles and says "If you can wait two minutes, we are just bringing some cookies out of the oven, and I can make you a hot, fresh sandwich if you want"
"If I can wait two minutes?" Hmmmm. Can I wait two minutes for the best ice cream cookie sandwich ever or can I go ahead and buy one using stale cookies and use those two minutes to walk all of five feet through the stinky, smelly mass of people that have parked themselves up and down Main Street, USA? What's a gal to do?
I waited.
And then used my
DDP snack credit to purchase my treat. I was surprised it qualified, b/c this is so much better than a bottle of water or even a Diet Coke.
I wander outside and begin the process of eating my sandwich. It's huge and while the fresh, hot cookies are very appetizing, they also make the ice cream melt very quickly. Drippage may have been involved, but ask me if I care.
The CM's are making their final sweep of the street and of course people are attempting to run across the street before the CM gives them the evil eye and flashes their big scary flashlights at them. One guy is in a huge hurry. He's going so fast he doesnt see the pole right in front of him that is precisely at the level of his "nether" regions. *WHAM* his regions meet said pole. I am inches away from the pole, and thus inches away from the look in his eye as he crumbles to the ground.
"There's a pole there." I state. heh heh. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be typing this TR right now.
"YA THINK?" he growls.
"Just trying to be helpful"
He gives me a dirty look and stakes his spot for parade watching right beside me.
Dangit. I think I ticked off yet another fun loving vactioneer. What can I say? It's a talent only few posses.
My phone rings. I glance down. Baby PJ, it flashes. I am torn. Do I continue to eat my dessert or answer the phone? Too many decisions since I've walked into the MK, imho.
"Hullo" (I decide to multi-task and eat and talk on the phone at the same time)
"I am on a break. What are you guys doing?"
I am torn again. I want to say something smartypantsy that would embarrass PJ, but I dont. Instead I decide to stir the pot a bit more.
"Oh just watching some guy take one in the groin b/c he's too busy trampling small children who are lined up to watch the parade to pay attention to a pole that everyone but him has avoided all night"
Groin guy stares at me incredulously. Suddenly, I think waiting for RonStoppable over THERE is a great idea. I saunter off.
PJ talks some more. I think she is saying something about a party she is invited to. Should she go? Should she not go? Should she get back to work? Should she seat more people? Who should she pick to be the special family that night? Is she really making their dreams come true?
Uh-huh. uh-uh. yeah. yep. ok. sure. idk. maybe. why not? sounds good. I think I used a combo of these types of answers all the while still munching the sweets.
I see a familiar face in the crowd. "RS! Over here! Hold my ice cream and I'll take your picture" He gives me one of these:
, but he obliges.
TA-DA
We take the very, very, very long way around to the POTC gift shop. There is no waiting on the ride, and since bbn=persuasive we ride. again.
After the ride, I find the tshirt and RS snaps a pic so dd would appreciate all the trouble we went through just for her. (like that will ever happen)
He meant to. He wanted to. He tried to. He came very close to SITting. There was a brief moment of awkward silence. The mom in front covered her young daughters ears. I felt sorry for the guy. He's just standing there, looking at us, realizing he said a very nonDisney word. I felt like I needed to help him out. SO I laughed. Not my Julia Roberts laugh, but an "it's ok, we all make mistakes, get over yourselves people" laugh. and then dh laughed and then the people next to us laughed, and then his co-worker, who is supposed to be training him, laughs and then he laughs, and then he cant stop. His co-worker says "Dude" (dont you love that commercial? "dude" "DUDE" Duuuuude" "dude?" ha)
pleasedtomeetcha!
