The Gluttons are going to Mexico.
OK, Mama Glutton wants a frozen margarita.
It's Mama Glutton's birthday, she's at Walt Disney World in the World Showcase in front of Mexico and wants a frozen beverage to enjoy in the Florida sunshine.
So she gets one.
and it is ssssooooo ggggoooooodddddd (drool)
The Gluttons have been to Mexico before. Been there, done that, knew it hadn't been updated yet. So we headed to Norway!
Land of the vikings. The north. Blond people. Blond people and trolls living in harmony in fjords.
and eat potato bread that tastes like flour tortillas you might find in Mexico. Blech!
Something I read about Norway on the DIS was about their school bread. I read trip reports that people discussed trying it and liking it, but no real descriptions of it.
I needed to finish my margarita, so we hopped in the Standby By line for Maelstrom. Sure, I know you can get a Fastpass for Maelstrom, but (what a surprise!) the line was actually short. Also uneventful. Sort of. Except for that woman.
No, not the lady with the blue beanie and silver Mickey Ears with the weird boy.
Not Wonder WoMAN.
and while you've probably never met this particular woman. If you've stood in line anywhere, you've probably encountered someone just like her.
She was in line behind us with her husband and two children. The husband and children were well behaved and cute.
Their Mama? Not so much.
Their Mama was carrying on a conversation on her cell phone. She was loud. She was long winded. She cackled. Now Mama Glutton's Daddy is a bit hard of hearing, but sadly not hard of hearing enough to escape this rude woman's cackling. In his ear. Because poor Grandpa is standing right next to her.
Sorry Grandpa.
If her phone conversation had been brief, maybe it wouldn't have been so obnoxious? I understood the need to speak a little loud to be heard over the din of the Stand By line at Maelstrom. But for 20 minutes? While cackling in some poor guy's ear?
No, she crossed the line. Plus, she cackled her way into my margarita zone.
She was T-O-A-S-T.
Mama Glutton turned on her laugh scream.
If you've spent much time at
Disneyland, Six Flags Magic Mountain Knottsberry Farm, Six Flags over Texas, Fiesta Texas, Bush Gardens, and almost All Sea Worlds, then you've probably heard me.
I get on wild amusement park rides and I scream. I laugh. I do both. I do both loudly. It's like some reflex or spasm that I cannot control.
I can mimic it. Loudly.
So I did. I pretended that my dear father said something funny, tipped my head back, and opened up my own maelstrom of sound.
Initially loud cell phone woman spoke louder, almost screaming into her phone. But she was no match for the laugh scream.
To drive home my point, I let the laugh scream hang for about two minutes after loud cell phone lady hung up her phone.
and the Stand By line at Maelstrom was now quiet. REALLY quiet.
I chirped "Sorry everybody", giggled, and finished my margarita in peace.
My father, who was once really annoyed by loud woman, was now shaking With laughter. Loud cell phone lady was miffed, stifled, shut down, shut out. She sulked and Grandpa liked it.
It was time to board! "Happy Birthday Mrs. Glutton" announced the CM and ushered the Gluttons to the front row of our Viking ship. Kewl!
I know I'm a cheese ball, but I love this ride!!! I watch, listen, and pipe in "DA" at various times. I also like the trolls.
We exit, RUN past the movie. Why? Honestly? The movie IS lame. I know that bypassing the movie and heading into the shop means I can pick the big troll's nose before heading over to the Bakery.
and I do. Actually, ALL the Gluttons take their turns picking the nose of the gigantic wooden troll inside the gift shop. Its akin to rubbing a statue of Buddha's belly. For good luck? Right?
We should consult a Norwegian to find out for sure.
Are troll boogers lucky?
On to the bakery! We shuffle through, cafeteria style. DH, Grandpa, and the Prince had trundled off to the little troll's room while the ladies go for the goods.
We overlook the potato bread tortilla thing and go for the school bread.
It looks like a bagel...with a decorative blob of butter on top.
It's cold from refrigeration.
While it does taste cold, it doesn't taste like a bagel with butter.
It's sweet! It's almost cake like. The butter looking substance on top is actually part of the filling inside and its like custard. Verrryyy nice!
We all shared a few bites, then shameless fed the remainder to the feathered Disney Cast Members who fly around the World Showcase performing edible trash removal.
We liked it, they liked it, and we were going to Germany! "DA!
In Germany, we looked around a bit, tried to get DH to ask if they had any backless leiderhosen for tribbles, but he refused. Instead, we picked up some counter service bratwurst, beer, sauerkraut, and sodas for the kiddos. We paid and the CM said "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Mrs. Glutton"
Cool! Gotta love that button!
We sat for a bit, sipping beer, sipping soda, and eating. I confess, I thought the bratwurst here was awful. They didn't even have real German mustard to put on them.
We strolled over to China just in time to watch some acrobats in action. They were good! VVveerryyy nice!
and I must digress here. It is confession time.
I felt some shame. Within just a few hours, I'd stuffed myself silly at Coral Reef, knocked down a margarita, school bread, some bratwurst and sauerkraut, and was now sipping a beer and watching fit people exercise. I never felt more Gluttonous, but there was more to come......
34. Please don't scream in someone's ear for twenty minutes while on your cell phone. If you can't end the call, please take it outside...away from people. Or you too may face a laugh scream at high decibel. Not necessarily mine, as I know there are other laugh screamers out there. I'm not alone!
Up next.....the search for Marie.....and "Hey? My meat's bleeding!"
and the deal was sealed!
