Blue Eyes discovers Captain Crashs Kryptonite (or The Incredible Expanding Tour Group Invades Disney Day Two)
We wake up to my cell phone ringing. Its Bombshell, my oldest friend. She and her husband have recently moved to the area, and shes driving down to spend a few days in the Parks with us! Yay!!
Unfortunately, Bombshells husband is 2 kool 4 skool and wont be joining us. He grew up in So Cal and claims to be all Disneyd out. Silly man. Bombshell informs me that he was so rotten when she was getting ready to leave that morning, hed serenaded her with the Mickey Mouse Club theme song, but replaced the chorus with Ricky Rat instead of Mickey Mouse! Unfortunately for him, we started referring to *him* as Ricky Rat because of his nasty, anti-Disney attitude, and we still call him that to this day.
Mwa ha-ha ha-ha! Thats what you get for messing with Mickey Mouse, kiddo!
Bombshell shows up and hangs out in my room for about two minutes while I finish my make-up. She uses the facilities, and somehow, manages to sabotage the toilet, so now it wont flush. Uh oh. On the way out of the lobby, we stop by the front desk to ask for help. Its no prob, and the toilet is unclogged that evening when we return to our room. Excellent service! Way to go, Fairfield! Two thumbs up.
Passing Bombshells car in the parking lot, she points out a silver crown in the back window. Apparently, right before she moved, her co-workers threw her a Princess Going Away Party. See, she always suspected that she was a princess, but now it was confirmed! And here we were, heading off to her magic kingdom! (She was not pleased to see the tarps covering her castle, btw!)
But first we had to meet the group at Tower of Terror. When we showed up, they were just getting off after their first ride. Story Teller, sweetheart that he is, had opted to sit out and wait, so that we could ride it for the first time together. Awwww...
There was a little line forming now though, and I knew we should get to Soarin Over California before the lines were totally out of hand. So everyone hit the Tower fast pass machines (too cute, designed to look like old luggage! Love it!) and we were off to Condor Flats.
Soarin was... interesting. Its such a good attraction and I wanted so badly to share the experience with family. Unfortunately, the ones I wanted to share it with most, are no longer with us. Everything about the attraction, even the queue reminds me of them and other losses... the photos and banners honoring famous airmen they enjoyed reading about, the photo of the our lost Columbia crew... it was all just kind of overwhelming... and that was before I realized I knew someone (not in the group) who was in the queue near us! Someone Id rather avoid. Eek!
I quickly explain the situation to Bombshell, Pixie, Nature Girl, The Cream Team, The Three Mouseketeers, Peachfuzz, Blue Eyes, Shy Guy, SloMo, Captain Crash and Suburban Redneck. Story Teller already knew what the deal was. They spend the next 15 minutes in line talking, just loud enough to be overheard if necessary, to their new friend Jen (my Code Name for the remainder of our Soarin mission) and blocking her/me from view.
Luckily, I was not recognized! Whew! We boarded our gliders (me with Story Tellers baseball cap pulled low over my eyes). Hehehe.. could we be any more junior high about the whole thing? :Queue James Bond music: Guide, Tour Guide. But you can call me Jen.
We had fun lifting our feet over the trees, mountains and water. Bombshell was duly impressed with her first ride. Everyone else commented that all they could smell was an evergreen mush scent, rather than the individual evergreen, ocean and orange scents.
Our fast passes are more than ready for Tower and Im more than ready to ride! Tower of Terror in Florida is one of my all time favorite attractions, so I was super stoked to check out the new one in DCA.
OK for people who get mad about SPOILERS ~*~*~*~ heres your warning scroll down to the pixie dust if you dont want to read it .
The fountain out front is really nice, and so is the cool light changing sign. I wish they had more room to build the awesome gardens like they have in Florida and the fog effect is super cool there too. DCA is more like, Welcome to the Hollywood Tower Hotel-ok now were in the lobby-no hotel grounds for you!
The indoor queue is great though. We had fun looking for the boiler with a face in the basement. Id heard people thought the basement was too Toon Townish. I disagree. Not at all. The only cutesy thing was the boiler face, and it looked more tormented than anything. Love the blueish/purpleish lighting down there too.
Things are getting darker and creepier as were about to board. Flickering lights, nervous giggles thats when Bombshell informs me that shes never been on Tower in Florida. NEVER??? Never. Wow! Cool! This was gonna rock!
I could feel the fear and anticipation building in my stomach as we boarded the elevator car. Moving backwards in the shaft was a shock! I didnt realize there would be any horizontal movement at all! Fun!! I giggled nervously.
The doors open and were greeted by the familiar ghostly corridor from Florida. My favorite part! The hotel guests melt away into nothing and were plunged into darkness. Our car shoots up, doors open wide Disneyland is laid out before us ok this view totally kicks MGMs backstage view! WOW!! No time to ponder that tho, now were dropping and shooting up and dropping and dropping and shooting up again! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! WOW WOW WOW!!!
No matter how many times Ive been on Tower Florida, this was AMAZING!! I was terrified, had no idea what was going to happen next. It was incredible! There was nothing to hang on to! I almost grabbed Bombshells knee a couple times, but didnt want her to think I was getting fresh.
Finally the hotel is done playing its games with us. Our car comes to a stop and slides back into place. We hop out and run to check out our photo. How come everyone but me gets an I Survived sticker??? No fair!
Our picture is awesome though. Everyone is absolutely terrified or amazingly entertained. Shy Guy has his eyes pinched close and his face squashed up bracing for impact. Bombshell is screaming in shock and me? Im laughing hysterically and doing jazz hands. Hilarious! What a good time! I actually buy the photo since its so entertaining, its our first ride, and the whole group is together. How can you go wrong with that combo?
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Over to Disneyland, and guess what, its BATS DAY! Neat! I had goth-esque friends in high school, but nothing compares to the amount of black fishnets and wet leather traipsing around the magic kingdom today!
Poor Bombshell just doesnt understand Goths. Shes more the sorority sister type. For the rest of the day Im treated to, But why? Why do they dress that way? I dont understand I really want to understand She wasnt trying to be mean, she really, truly didnt understand why anyone would want to adopt that lifestyle, or dress style, etc. Never being a goth per se, I can only speculate based on people Ive known. Eventually we move away from why to determining exactly what is allowed with the Goth Dress Code. Black obviously, occasionally green, lotsa red and sometimes even purple and hot pink! Striped tights and black parasols everywhere! It was quite colorful in a black hole kind of way.
Our fist mission of the day here is lunch. We have a priority seating at Blue Bayou for 16! Id heard of large groups being seated separately, and Id also heard they had a so-called, long, family table. We were hoping for the family table.
I stepped up to the hostess and was greeted with a knowing, ahh the big group, weve been expecting you! Super cool! After assuring her my entire group was here, we crowded into the lobby. Except suddenly, The Three Mouseketeers (2 sisters and their cousin) have gone missing. Team Cream is also MIA.
The Mouseketeers are the notorious We dont like fireworks crew. Team Cream is the respective boyfriend and husband to the sisters. Thusly named because they are whipped. It was only the second day of our trip, but Team Cream had learned their job was to follow the Mouseketeers and hold shopping bags. But where did they all go!? We have to ALL be here. Uhh shopping? Again?!?! But its not even time for Fantasmic! (snicker) Eventually the guys and gals reappeared and we were led to our table.
Our Family Table was basically just three regular tables pushed together end to end. It was assembled near the entrance to the restaurant, below the balcony, near the lattice divider screen. With everyone seated in a somewhat orderly manner, I took the time to explain who was who to Bombshell and how they were all related (blood, marriage, friendship, jobs, roommates, etc).
Even though my stomach wasnt really in the mood, I had to go for the Monte Cristo, just to try it out. The only one Id ever had was back home, and an entirely different concoction. Disneys Monte Cristo is one solid piece of breading that covers the sandwich and then they deep fry the whole dilly. It was interesting to try once, but a bit much for me. I ended up eating less than half, but enticing everyone else into trying a bite with the promise that it was really freaky!
As we were finishing up our meal, the sounds of a jazz band wafted through the restaurant. At first we didnt notice, thinking it was piped in music. After awhile I sat back and took in the party lights and the climbing wisteria (I need some of this for my yard!) and thats when I noticed a jazz duo playing on the balcony above us! One fellow had a trumpet and the other had a thing that looked like a cross between an oboe and an accordion. Too cool! A lunch on the bayou and live entertainment too! Does it get any better?!
After lunch we had a date with Indy. I hadnt ridden since the non moving snake had been added. How boring! The whole fun part was sitting in the snake seat and waiting to get struck! I did have a good time tickling Bombshells neck and arms in the creepy crawly bug room though. Mwa ha ha! >
Story Teller did his usual dead guy routine, landing his head heavily on my shoulder after getting shot with a skeletons blow dart.
Next, Bombshell and I split off from the group to have our Annual Passes processed. She has a So Cal AP, Ive got a five day park hopper thats been upgraded to a Premium AP, and oh my gosh the AP processing line is the WORST thing Ive endured in my Disney-going life. It was 45 minutes of standing and staring at the backs of this goth couple ahead of us. Goth Girl was really cute. She looked like a dark-haired, six foot tall Tinkerbell. Sadly, she had those healed marks on her back that made it look like she cut herself.
They werent too noticeable, but like I said... 45 minute non-moving line. Ugh. It was about halfway thru our wait when I realized, with sweat trickling in a steady stream down my back, that buying the $5 non-breathing, mostly polyester Walmart t-shirt was possibly not the best idea. Did I mention the couple with the screeeetching baby who got in line behind us? Oh yes, of course there was a screaming baby.
When we finally got to the front, I was treated to one of the best cast members though! Unfortunately, I cant find his name written in my notes, but he was this sweet older gentleman. After allowing me to use my old picture (thank you!!) he processed my pass and held it up for me to see.
Sweet CM: You see this P on the pass? You know what that means, right?
Me: Premium?
Sweet CM: Its to let everyone know you are a Princess! Now take this card and have a magical day, Princess!
OMG! How sweet is he?? Totally put my day back on track. Bombshell, the Going Away Party Princess was irked that her So Cal pass didnt have a P for princess, but when I told her that for another 179 bucks, she too could be a Disney Princess, she declined.
Our group had headed back to DCA, so we caught up with them as they were getting off California Screamin. Always up for another ride, everyone got back in line with us and off we went! No soundtrack in the train though. Bummer. I was hoping Bombshell would have the full experience on her first ride, but it wasnt in the cards.
Next, we decided to brave Maliboomer. As we got on, a bloody-nosed kid got off. Bombshell wasnt too sure about this Then we told her those werent really scream shields. We know theyre really puke shields! Haha gross!
While half the group experienced the Sun Wheel, the rest of us sat and watched and rested. I talked with Blue Eyes, about a concert he was planning on going to later. This is noteworthy because I have a little crush on him. Shhhhhh dont tell! Hes the sweetest thing! When our limos pulled up to the hotel and everyone was rooting around gathering up their bags, he left his stuff and followed me inside. Putting an arm around my shoulders he just said, Hey, thanks for planning this. I appreciate it. What a nice guy! Little comments like that really make it all worthwhile.
Meanwhile, Bombshell was busy phoning Ricky Rat, just raving about DCA. She knew he would have loved it because it was just different enough from Disneyland, and adult enough to be appealing to him. She told him about all the awesome coasters and thrill rides wed done that morning and how he should have come along. (As a P.S. to the Ricky Rat story, Bombshell has since talked him into getting his own SoCal AP, and theyve been back to Disneyland Resort twice!)
Everyone made fun of me on Grizzly River. Eeee!! Iiiiiii! Noooooo!!! I dont want to get wet!!!!!! Its like I have a target painted on my forehead for these raft rides. HELLO PLEASE DRENCH ME, I ENJOY SHOWERING WITH MY CLOTHES ON! Once again, Fate was tempted, I was showered. Couldnt have been wetter if Id jumped in the hotel swimming pool fully clothed. Now do you people see what the screaming and pained faces were about???
Fully drenched, its time to go back to the hotel and change clothes for dinner. Luckily the roundtrip is successful with a limited amount of chafing within our group.
Im not a Plaza Inn fan (ho hum, boring), but once again, Im outvoted and thats where we head. The cashiers kindly give everyone in our party my P for Princess discount.
After dinner, I finally get to experience Matterhorn at night! The best time to do it! The ice cave crystals glow so brilliantly, as do Harolds freaky eyes! Haha! I just love looking out over the park all lit up at night from the icey slopes of Matterhorn Mountain. So pretty!
Since this is Bombshells one and only chance to experience Fantasmic! during this trip, and since I had promised myself a butt kickin view, we make sure to get in position for the second show just as the first show is ending. It takes a little maneuvering, but we manage to slide in as the other folks are sliding out and claim great seats down front and center.
We spend the next hour giggling about boys. Its pretty obvious Suburban Redneck has a crush on Bombshell, the way hes been buddying up to her all day, and of course she knows about my earlier, giggle-worthy conversation with Blue Eyes. Lots of girl-talk until Story Teller joins us for the show. The view was perfect, unobstructed, so close, just like it should be. We felt the fiery dragon flames and water spray. We had a clear view of Mickey and his island mousercise, and every effect looked perfect. Throughout the rest of the trip, one of us would start singing the theme to Fantasmic! and the other would do the Mickey routine. Waving arms, point point, fireworks out of fingertips, arms in the air, etc. Yes, were goobers.
When we finally made it back to the hotel, we heard about SloMo and Blue Eyes trip to L.A. to see Cypress Hill in concert. They had tons of fun and still got back in time to play a little hotel pool football with the guys. Apparently the game got a little rough, and Blue Eyes decided that grabbing handfuls of armpit hair was the best way to subdue Crash (our resident football star). Much more effective than punching his bruises. Yowwwwww! Ooh! Owie! Besides his real bruises, and his bruised ego, he still gets razzed about Blue Eyes finding his real weakness: armpit hair! Hehe
We wake up to my cell phone ringing. Its Bombshell, my oldest friend. She and her husband have recently moved to the area, and shes driving down to spend a few days in the Parks with us! Yay!!
Unfortunately, Bombshells husband is 2 kool 4 skool and wont be joining us. He grew up in So Cal and claims to be all Disneyd out. Silly man. Bombshell informs me that he was so rotten when she was getting ready to leave that morning, hed serenaded her with the Mickey Mouse Club theme song, but replaced the chorus with Ricky Rat instead of Mickey Mouse! Unfortunately for him, we started referring to *him* as Ricky Rat because of his nasty, anti-Disney attitude, and we still call him that to this day.
Mwa ha-ha ha-ha! Thats what you get for messing with Mickey Mouse, kiddo!Bombshell shows up and hangs out in my room for about two minutes while I finish my make-up. She uses the facilities, and somehow, manages to sabotage the toilet, so now it wont flush. Uh oh. On the way out of the lobby, we stop by the front desk to ask for help. Its no prob, and the toilet is unclogged that evening when we return to our room. Excellent service! Way to go, Fairfield! Two thumbs up.
Passing Bombshells car in the parking lot, she points out a silver crown in the back window. Apparently, right before she moved, her co-workers threw her a Princess Going Away Party. See, she always suspected that she was a princess, but now it was confirmed! And here we were, heading off to her magic kingdom! (She was not pleased to see the tarps covering her castle, btw!)
But first we had to meet the group at Tower of Terror. When we showed up, they were just getting off after their first ride. Story Teller, sweetheart that he is, had opted to sit out and wait, so that we could ride it for the first time together.
Awwww... There was a little line forming now though, and I knew we should get to Soarin Over California before the lines were totally out of hand. So everyone hit the Tower fast pass machines (too cute, designed to look like old luggage! Love it!) and we were off to Condor Flats.
Soarin was... interesting. Its such a good attraction and I wanted so badly to share the experience with family. Unfortunately, the ones I wanted to share it with most, are no longer with us. Everything about the attraction, even the queue reminds me of them and other losses... the photos and banners honoring famous airmen they enjoyed reading about, the photo of the our lost Columbia crew... it was all just kind of overwhelming... and that was before I realized I knew someone (not in the group) who was in the queue near us! Someone Id rather avoid. Eek!
I quickly explain the situation to Bombshell, Pixie, Nature Girl, The Cream Team, The Three Mouseketeers, Peachfuzz, Blue Eyes, Shy Guy, SloMo, Captain Crash and Suburban Redneck. Story Teller already knew what the deal was. They spend the next 15 minutes in line talking, just loud enough to be overheard if necessary, to their new friend Jen (my Code Name for the remainder of our Soarin mission) and blocking her/me from view.
Luckily, I was not recognized! Whew! We boarded our gliders (me with Story Tellers baseball cap pulled low over my eyes). Hehehe.. could we be any more junior high about the whole thing? :Queue James Bond music: Guide, Tour Guide. But you can call me Jen.
We had fun lifting our feet over the trees, mountains and water. Bombshell was duly impressed with her first ride. Everyone else commented that all they could smell was an evergreen mush scent, rather than the individual evergreen, ocean and orange scents.
Our fast passes are more than ready for Tower and Im more than ready to ride! Tower of Terror in Florida is one of my all time favorite attractions, so I was super stoked to check out the new one in DCA.
OK for people who get mad about SPOILERS ~*~*~*~ heres your warning scroll down to the pixie dust if you dont want to read it .
The fountain out front is really nice, and so is the cool light changing sign. I wish they had more room to build the awesome gardens like they have in Florida and the fog effect is super cool there too. DCA is more like, Welcome to the Hollywood Tower Hotel-ok now were in the lobby-no hotel grounds for you!
The indoor queue is great though. We had fun looking for the boiler with a face in the basement. Id heard people thought the basement was too Toon Townish. I disagree. Not at all. The only cutesy thing was the boiler face, and it looked more tormented than anything. Love the blueish/purpleish lighting down there too.
Things are getting darker and creepier as were about to board. Flickering lights, nervous giggles thats when Bombshell informs me that shes never been on Tower in Florida. NEVER??? Never. Wow! Cool! This was gonna rock!
I could feel the fear and anticipation building in my stomach as we boarded the elevator car. Moving backwards in the shaft was a shock! I didnt realize there would be any horizontal movement at all! Fun!! I giggled nervously.
The doors open and were greeted by the familiar ghostly corridor from Florida. My favorite part! The hotel guests melt away into nothing and were plunged into darkness. Our car shoots up, doors open wide Disneyland is laid out before us ok this view totally kicks MGMs backstage view! WOW!! No time to ponder that tho, now were dropping and shooting up and dropping and dropping and shooting up again! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! WOW WOW WOW!!!
No matter how many times Ive been on Tower Florida, this was AMAZING!! I was terrified, had no idea what was going to happen next. It was incredible! There was nothing to hang on to! I almost grabbed Bombshells knee a couple times, but didnt want her to think I was getting fresh.
Finally the hotel is done playing its games with us. Our car comes to a stop and slides back into place. We hop out and run to check out our photo. How come everyone but me gets an I Survived sticker??? No fair!
Our picture is awesome though. Everyone is absolutely terrified or amazingly entertained. Shy Guy has his eyes pinched close and his face squashed up bracing for impact. Bombshell is screaming in shock and me? Im laughing hysterically and doing jazz hands. Hilarious!
What a good time! I actually buy the photo since its so entertaining, its our first ride, and the whole group is together. How can you go wrong with that combo?~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Over to Disneyland, and guess what, its BATS DAY! Neat! I had goth-esque friends in high school, but nothing compares to the amount of black fishnets and wet leather traipsing around the magic kingdom today!
Poor Bombshell just doesnt understand Goths. Shes more the sorority sister type. For the rest of the day Im treated to, But why? Why do they dress that way? I dont understand I really want to understand She wasnt trying to be mean, she really, truly didnt understand why anyone would want to adopt that lifestyle, or dress style, etc. Never being a goth per se, I can only speculate based on people Ive known. Eventually we move away from why to determining exactly what is allowed with the Goth Dress Code. Black obviously, occasionally green, lotsa red and sometimes even purple and hot pink! Striped tights and black parasols everywhere! It was quite colorful in a black hole kind of way.
Our fist mission of the day here is lunch. We have a priority seating at Blue Bayou for 16! Id heard of large groups being seated separately, and Id also heard they had a so-called, long, family table. We were hoping for the family table.
I stepped up to the hostess and was greeted with a knowing, ahh the big group, weve been expecting you! Super cool! After assuring her my entire group was here, we crowded into the lobby. Except suddenly, The Three Mouseketeers (2 sisters and their cousin) have gone missing. Team Cream is also MIA.
The Mouseketeers are the notorious We dont like fireworks crew. Team Cream is the respective boyfriend and husband to the sisters. Thusly named because they are whipped. It was only the second day of our trip, but Team Cream had learned their job was to follow the Mouseketeers and hold shopping bags. But where did they all go!? We have to ALL be here. Uhh shopping? Again?!?! But its not even time for Fantasmic! (snicker) Eventually the guys and gals reappeared and we were led to our table.
Our Family Table was basically just three regular tables pushed together end to end. It was assembled near the entrance to the restaurant, below the balcony, near the lattice divider screen. With everyone seated in a somewhat orderly manner, I took the time to explain who was who to Bombshell and how they were all related (blood, marriage, friendship, jobs, roommates, etc).
Even though my stomach wasnt really in the mood, I had to go for the Monte Cristo, just to try it out. The only one Id ever had was back home, and an entirely different concoction. Disneys Monte Cristo is one solid piece of breading that covers the sandwich and then they deep fry the whole dilly. It was interesting to try once, but a bit much for me. I ended up eating less than half, but enticing everyone else into trying a bite with the promise that it was really freaky!
As we were finishing up our meal, the sounds of a jazz band wafted through the restaurant. At first we didnt notice, thinking it was piped in music. After awhile I sat back and took in the party lights and the climbing wisteria (I need some of this for my yard!) and thats when I noticed a jazz duo playing on the balcony above us! One fellow had a trumpet and the other had a thing that looked like a cross between an oboe and an accordion. Too cool! A lunch on the bayou and live entertainment too! Does it get any better?!
After lunch we had a date with Indy. I hadnt ridden since the non moving snake had been added. How boring! The whole fun part was sitting in the snake seat and waiting to get struck! I did have a good time tickling Bombshells neck and arms in the creepy crawly bug room though. Mwa ha ha! >
Story Teller did his usual dead guy routine, landing his head heavily on my shoulder after getting shot with a skeletons blow dart.Next, Bombshell and I split off from the group to have our Annual Passes processed. She has a So Cal AP, Ive got a five day park hopper thats been upgraded to a Premium AP, and oh my gosh the AP processing line is the WORST thing Ive endured in my Disney-going life. It was 45 minutes of standing and staring at the backs of this goth couple ahead of us. Goth Girl was really cute. She looked like a dark-haired, six foot tall Tinkerbell. Sadly, she had those healed marks on her back that made it look like she cut herself.
They werent too noticeable, but like I said... 45 minute non-moving line. Ugh. It was about halfway thru our wait when I realized, with sweat trickling in a steady stream down my back, that buying the $5 non-breathing, mostly polyester Walmart t-shirt was possibly not the best idea. Did I mention the couple with the screeeetching baby who got in line behind us? Oh yes, of course there was a screaming baby.When we finally got to the front, I was treated to one of the best cast members though! Unfortunately, I cant find his name written in my notes, but he was this sweet older gentleman. After allowing me to use my old picture (thank you!!) he processed my pass and held it up for me to see.
Sweet CM: You see this P on the pass? You know what that means, right?
Me: Premium?
Sweet CM: Its to let everyone know you are a Princess! Now take this card and have a magical day, Princess!
OMG! How sweet is he?? Totally put my day back on track.
Bombshell, the Going Away Party Princess was irked that her So Cal pass didnt have a P for princess, but when I told her that for another 179 bucks, she too could be a Disney Princess, she declined. Our group had headed back to DCA, so we caught up with them as they were getting off California Screamin. Always up for another ride, everyone got back in line with us and off we went! No soundtrack in the train though. Bummer. I was hoping Bombshell would have the full experience on her first ride, but it wasnt in the cards.
Next, we decided to brave Maliboomer. As we got on, a bloody-nosed kid got off. Bombshell wasnt too sure about this Then we told her those werent really scream shields. We know theyre really puke shields! Haha gross!
While half the group experienced the Sun Wheel, the rest of us sat and watched and rested. I talked with Blue Eyes, about a concert he was planning on going to later. This is noteworthy because I have a little crush on him. Shhhhhh dont tell! Hes the sweetest thing! When our limos pulled up to the hotel and everyone was rooting around gathering up their bags, he left his stuff and followed me inside. Putting an arm around my shoulders he just said, Hey, thanks for planning this. I appreciate it. What a nice guy! Little comments like that really make it all worthwhile.
Meanwhile, Bombshell was busy phoning Ricky Rat, just raving about DCA. She knew he would have loved it because it was just different enough from Disneyland, and adult enough to be appealing to him. She told him about all the awesome coasters and thrill rides wed done that morning and how he should have come along. (As a P.S. to the Ricky Rat story, Bombshell has since talked him into getting his own SoCal AP, and theyve been back to Disneyland Resort twice!
)Everyone made fun of me on Grizzly River. Eeee!! Iiiiiii! Noooooo!!! I dont want to get wet!!!!!! Its like I have a target painted on my forehead for these raft rides. HELLO PLEASE DRENCH ME, I ENJOY SHOWERING WITH MY CLOTHES ON! Once again, Fate was tempted, I was showered. Couldnt have been wetter if Id jumped in the hotel swimming pool fully clothed. Now do you people see what the screaming and pained faces were about???
Fully drenched, its time to go back to the hotel and change clothes for dinner. Luckily the roundtrip is successful with a limited amount of chafing within our group.
Im not a Plaza Inn fan (ho hum, boring), but once again, Im outvoted and thats where we head. The cashiers kindly give everyone in our party my P for Princess discount.
After dinner, I finally get to experience Matterhorn at night! The best time to do it! The ice cave crystals glow so brilliantly, as do Harolds freaky eyes! Haha! I just love looking out over the park all lit up at night from the icey slopes of Matterhorn Mountain. So pretty!
Since this is Bombshells one and only chance to experience Fantasmic! during this trip, and since I had promised myself a butt kickin view, we make sure to get in position for the second show just as the first show is ending. It takes a little maneuvering, but we manage to slide in as the other folks are sliding out and claim great seats down front and center.
We spend the next hour giggling about boys. Its pretty obvious Suburban Redneck has a crush on Bombshell, the way hes been buddying up to her all day, and of course she knows about my earlier, giggle-worthy conversation with Blue Eyes. Lots of girl-talk until Story Teller joins us for the show. The view was perfect, unobstructed, so close, just like it should be. We felt the fiery dragon flames and water spray. We had a clear view of Mickey and his island mousercise, and every effect looked perfect. Throughout the rest of the trip, one of us would start singing the theme to Fantasmic! and the other would do the Mickey routine. Waving arms, point point, fireworks out of fingertips, arms in the air, etc. Yes, were goobers.
When we finally made it back to the hotel, we heard about SloMo and Blue Eyes trip to L.A. to see Cypress Hill in concert. They had tons of fun and still got back in time to play a little hotel pool football with the guys. Apparently the game got a little rough, and Blue Eyes decided that grabbing handfuls of armpit hair was the best way to subdue Crash (our resident football star). Much more effective than punching his bruises. Yowwwwww! Ooh! Owie! Besides his real bruises, and his bruised ego, he still gets razzed about Blue Eyes finding his real weakness: armpit hair! Hehe
