Our merry trio decides we've seen all we wish to see at MGM. What shall we do next? We have dinner reservations at Tony's, in the MK, at 7:20, so we figure we might as well head there. We ride the bus to TTC and hop on the monorail. Due to our able bodiedness, we were forced to stand (goog thing able mindedness doesn't come into play
)
Earlier in the day we had a hotT tip that Gideon, the cat from "Pinocchio", would be at the entrance of the MK. We timed our arrival perfectly. Gepetto, Pinocchio, and Foulfellow were standing on the porch at Tony's. At last we see Gideon, and Gideon was ecstatic to see us....it was almost like he "knew" us.
The CM assisting Gideon gently pulled "him" by the arm and told us "Gideon has to go now." But the trollops just laughed. We knew Gideon would visit with us as long as she, er, um, he wanted. We took a few pics and then allowed Gideon to move on. Maybe we can visit with him again real soon.
does anybody else think we need a new photographer? The hair's a mess, and we're not even looking, but whatever.
It is sweltering. The heat envelopes us like a down comforter. Where can we go to escape this inferno? The Carousel of Progress is the perfect antidote to this 120 degree Florida weather.
First we stop for FP's at Space Mt. The guy in front of RonStoppable was apparently getting fp's for his entire extended family. RS waited patiently while the guy got 15 fp's, but he drew the line when the genius kept trying to get an extra fp out of the same ticket. RonStoppable allows him to try a few times, and then says "You can't get any more fp's out of the same ticket, and the rest of us are waiting here"
"No English" the man replies.
The line forming behind RS lets out a collective groan. The heat is getting to the tourists. Their patience is wearing thin. Mr. Fastpass's wife looks at the crowd and decides that maybe now would be a goog time to go. She grabs his arm and says something. I would tell you what she said, 'cept my Spanish is limited to very specific mother-baby nursing questions.
I'm pretty sure she did not say "Would you like to breastfeed your baby?" nor did she say "Do you need medication for your pain", and I'm quite certain she did not say "My name is Elisabeth and I will be your nurse today." Where was Hollywood? We could have used her fluent Spanish skillz. OH, that's right, she was a little "covered up" at the time.
Whelp, Mr. T finally gets our fp, but it says we can't return until 6:30ish, so off to the Carousel. of Progress. not Cinderella's.
"There's a great big beautiful tomorrow, shining at the end....." WAIT! STOP!!!
"Psst. PJ. Look at Mr. T" I say, and poke Peej's arm.
Oh yeah, you know it
.
We haven't even made it out of the 1900's and he's already snoozing like a baby. (but not MY babies. They were horrible sleepers. They hated naps too. Why couldn't Mr. T pass the sleeping gene along to our offspring? Huh? Tell me that!! Some how God saw fit to instill the kids with dh's strong will and determination gene and withhold his sleeping gene. Oh well. Who am I to argue with infinite wisdom?")
It was nice and cool and dark and fairly quiet in the CoP...*yawn*. droopy eyelids, nodding head. I feel myself trying to fall asleep. KEWL! I can use the rest. Being giddy and loopy for days on end is exhausting. My eyes close, I wait...nothing. I can still hear Mr. CoP and his family talking....Now they are singing. We move to the next room. I haven't given up hope. My body is still in that half-awake/half-drowsy mode AND my brain is not arguing with me. Sleep is close. I settle into my seat. Smiling a lazy, sleepy smile. I wait...nothing. They're singing again. I've still got time to catch a few winks. I'm drifting...falling...that warm, cozy feeling is settling over me. I hear singing. We move to the last room. My brain wakes up.
"You blew it." it tells me "You had your chance to fall asleep and now the ride is almost over. You might as well sit up now."
Big Sigh. I sit all the way up and glance at Mr. T. He's still
. I look at Peej. Smiling. I smile back, but I'm secretly thinking "DANG IT! Sleep has eluded me once more."
We exit CoP. Mr. Trollop stretches and gives us a squinty, sleepy eyed grin.
"That was nice." he says.
PJ and I look at each other and shake our heads.
Mr. T needs fluids stat. Dehydration is imminent. Fine, I'm being a TINY bit dramatic. But he was thirsty so we walk over to the refreshment stand. He uses a snack credit for a frozen coke. A BFC. 'Cept Mr. Trollop says the "F" doesn't stand for frozen. *giggle* (It stands for fun...OF COURSE hee hee)
Here's a pic of Mr. T in line. Remember this is the view I have for 42.6% of all of my vacations d/t his fast walkingness.
and here is PJ having the time of her life. Is that the beginning of a sunburn I see on those cheeks?
We all look at each other. Beads of perspiration are sliding down our toasting faces. PJ suggests we should blow off the MK and go swimming. I look at my cellphone to check the time. We have plenty of time before our dinner. All 3 of us have been to the MK so many times, there is really nothing we will absolutely die if we don't get to ride it this trip. Plus, we have no small children demanding Pooh autographs and rides on Goofy's roller coaster.
To recap, we left MGM, took a bus to the TTC, rode (while standing) the monorail to the MK, got a FP for Space Mt., rode the Carousel of Progress, bought a BigFu....nCoke, and left. Poor planning, but what do we care? We're flying by the seat of our Wranglers and loving every minute of it.
I knew that you can use FP's any time AFTER the time printed on them. Even if you're an hour late, that's fine, as long as you come after the time on the FP. Problem solved, right? NOPE. Because that would be too simple and that is so NOT what this trip was all about.
We went back and forth for a few minutes. I think Mr. Trollop actually ended up sitting down on a bench, taking another one of his naps. I eventually told Elisabeth that if, in fact, she tried to use her FP and was told it was expired I would wait in line with her to ride it AND I would even ride the dang thing. I only promised that because I knew that would never happen. When I said that I guess she knew I meant business.
We could hardly find anywhere to sit. I was walking first and I think I walked in my own little circle around myself, got overwhelmed by all the people, and told Mr. Trollop to find us a seat. We had to sit on display in the middle of the restaurant which I learned that the babynurse does not enjoy. (I was educated in this matter at P.F. Chang's the other night when we had to sit in the middle of the restaurant and I thought she was going to throw a fit)
At least we weren't THAT bad.
But sometimes life is more enjoyable if you just live carelessly and haphazardly.
instead of 
!!!! 
Our silliness was getting a little out of hand and PJ witnessed a partial Julia Roberts laugh.
