Thank you, PJ, for your useful commentary. I'm glad we haven't been waiting on that for over a month.
In other words, I am moovin on without ya.
Up next: Ellen's Energy Adventure. PJ likes Ellen Degeneres. She thinks she is funny. I like Bill Nye the Science Guy. (I'm singing the theme song in my head. It's really hard to learn. The words are:
Bill Nye, the Science Guy Bill Nye, the Science Guy
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill Nye, the Science Guy "Science rules"
Bill Nye, the Science Guy
"Inertia is a property of matter"
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill Nye, the Science Guy etc. Impressed?)
Dd and I used to watch that show when she was younger. Fond memories.
We head into the holding area. It was pretty much a ghost town in there. Although we have proven our able bodiedness previously in this trip, we decide not to take advanatage of our capabilities at this time. Peej and I sit on the floor. After all, we have had a long, tiring day. It's nearly 11:00 a.m. for goodness sakes!
We were only sitting a moment, when the CM walked up to the microphone and announced.
"Would everyone please move all the way forward to make room for those guests coming in."
PJ & I glance around. Crickets chirp. Tumbleweeds blow. Pins drop. You get the picture. There are NO incoming guests.
We laugh. out loud. I am sure the cast member is simply accustomed to giving her usual spiel, but it just seemed funny. There were no throngs of people pushing their way in to see Ellen.
A "look" flashes across the CM's eyes, and she gets BACK on her microphone, stares directly at the two hotT college chicks and states:
"Please remain standing while we are waiting for Ellen's Energy Adventure to begin"
I look at PJ. She looks at me. There is noone around us. We shrug. PJ asks me:
"Should we stand?"
I think for a second and then reply.
"Nah. If it were really crowded and people might trip over us or something, I would. But we are the only people sitting here. I am sure it will be fine."
We stay seated. Legs crossed. Indian Style. (sidenote: Someone told me that it is no longer pc to say "Indian style". I am 1/8 Cherokee Indian. Is it ok for me to say it, but not PJ? PJ has blonde hair and blue eyes. I suppose she is sitting Scandavian style.)

Oooppps, lost my focus.
We are sitting. Conversing. Laughing. We think we are annoying noone. We would be wrong.
The CM glares at us and races BACK to her microphone.
I nudge PJ and whisper "uh oh. we're in trouble."
I believe PJ's response was "I laugh in the face of trouble." or was it "Bring it"? (It's been broughten. lol)
Sho 'nuf, the CM clears her throat and surveys the room. Then she says in a really whiney, ticked off voice.
"There is to be NO sitting on the floor. Please move all the way forward and Stand. Up."
Her gaze rests on me as she says "Stand." and moves to PJ on the word "Up."
PJ whispers "are we standing?" (just tryin' to clarify, right Peej?)
I whisper back "I hardly think this is the occasion to organzie a sit in."
"Huh?"
"Stand up....for now"
We stand up and smile sweetly at the CM. She stares back unwavered. Eyes Narrowed. The lights dim. Ellen begins talking and PJ and I promptly sit down. of course.
"You're such a rebel." I say laughingly at PJ
"I'm an angel" She laughs back.
"Oh Puhleee......" but before I can get my puhleeze out, we are promptly, unequivocally, and most definitely SHUSHED!
I freeze. I know that shush. Everything is in slow motion. I am trapped in the Matrix. My heart is pounding. I tell myself it is only a dream. This cannot be happening. I force myself to look. Slowly, hesitantly, haltingly, I lift my head and come face to face with
"HIM"
THE DISNEY PURITAN *cue sinister music*
Happy Happy Joy Joy.
PJ and I roll our eyes. What else can we do?
We board the ride. We sit in a row all by ourselves. Apparently, nobody wants to sit with us. They must be intimidated by our coolness.

Actually, as I stated earlier, there are only a handful of people riding.
The CM warns us to "keep our hands and arms inside the moving vee hick ull. No eating and drinking and NO flash photography"
I tell PJ I would kill for a Diet Coke and a Turkey Leg right now. Just so I could smile at the CM and eat and drink while throwing my legs over the side of the moving vee hick ull.
Merrily, we roll along. When we get to the dinosaurs, someone decides to take a picture. With a flash.
The Disney Puritan YELLS out "She said NO flash photography. Can't ANYBODY follow the blanking rules?" (why do I feel as if our misbehaving at Test Track is suddenly being thrown back into our faces?)
We have had just about enough of this tyrannical nonsense. PJ and I turn around and return the shushing favor.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! We can't hear!!!"
The Disney Puritan is hateful. He scowls at us and shakes his head. However, he behaves the rest of the time and we arrive at the end unscathed.
I guess once you've been shushed by a hott college chick, there is no room for argument.
PJ needs to eat some lunch before she heads to work. We opt to walk to World Showcase.
Mid stride I stop in my tracks. Something is wIerd.
PJ looks at me quizzically.
"wassa the matter?" she asks
"Uhhh, IDK. Let's stop in the gift shop. I feel shaky."
"Are you too hot?" PJ grabs my arm to steady me.
"Can you ever be too hotT?" I inquire.
PJ=
"Maybe I just need a drink and something to eat. Perhaps it's just low blood sugar."
We stop at a stand and purchase a Diet Coke.
Ahhhhhhhh. Nothing hits the spot like a cold Diet Coke on a hot August day.
"I've never seen you in such a state. Are you sure you are ok?" PJ looks at me questioningly.
"You've never seen me in such a state? You've only "seen" me for 3 days. I have more states to come. Let's proceed."
After our brief stop for a Diet Coke and titillating conversation, we head for World Showcase.
Agenda: Lunch

and Mexico. Feliz Navidad!