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Saturday, September 18, 2004
Day Two: Magic Kingdom
I spent the entire day with my parents in the Magic Kingdom, which I don't think I've done in at least 15 years. It was pretty nice, except for the part where my Dad got really weak and dizzy and we had to go get him a wheelchair and wheel him to the First Aid, where a no-nonsense nurse (who I could tell was from New York before I read her nametag) called some EMT's to take my dad's bloodsugar and do an EKG on him. As soon as they told him his sugar was normal, he started to feel better.
I was pissed as hell, though, because we stopped at the Main Street ice cream parlor on the way back from the wheelchair rental and questioned them, and discovered that they had served my dad a scoop of sugared ice cream, after he explicitly told them (several times, I'm sure) that he was a diabetic and asked for their sugar-free selection. I know they're just tired kids making minimum wage in the College Program, but you can't serve a diabetic sugared ice cream after he tells you he needs sugar-free. I meant to raise a stink about that, but with all of the excitement of paradmedics and my dad running his mouth off, I forgot. I also noticed that when they called the EMTs, several other people quietly lined the walls of the First Aid station-- several security guards, and some "plainclothes", supervisor-y sorts with walkie-talkies. Disney is verrrry careful when there's a potential health disaster.
Luckily, it all turned out to be naught but a touch of dehydration and overexertion. I called Dad "Gimpy" for the rest of the day and pushed him around in the wheelchair. My mom told him that I was paying him back for those years he pushed me and Kirsten around the Magic Kingdom in our rental strollers.
I think one of the things that attracts me to this place is that I feel a lot younger here. It's not just that Magic of Disney crap, either-- I'm here with my parents, and I have a round face and long, unstyled hair, so everyone treats me like I'm a kid. And I love it. I bought a double espresso and the old guy behind the counter clucked that he should ask for a note for my mother; the woman who led me into Cinderella's Castle for dinner called me "little princess"; the man who handed me the turkey leg, who was no older than 35, smiled sweetly and said, "There ya go, dear", as if I were 12 years old. And little kids keep talking to me spontaneously, telling me their life stories if I stand next to them for more than a minute. It's very cute.
Not that I wouldn't rather be here as an adult and feel confident enough to, say, flirt with the cute, nerdy guy that was skippering the boat from the hotel to the park this morning... but I'll take the good times where I can get them.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 PM | shower me with attention
I spent the entire day with my parents in the Magic Kingdom, which I don't think I've done in at least 15 years. It was pretty nice, except for the part where my Dad got really weak and dizzy and we had to go get him a wheelchair and wheel him to the First Aid, where a no-nonsense nurse (who I could tell was from New York before I read her nametag) called some EMT's to take my dad's bloodsugar and do an EKG on him. As soon as they told him his sugar was normal, he started to feel better.
I was pissed as hell, though, because we stopped at the Main Street ice cream parlor on the way back from the wheelchair rental and questioned them, and discovered that they had served my dad a scoop of sugared ice cream, after he explicitly told them (several times, I'm sure) that he was a diabetic and asked for their sugar-free selection. I know they're just tired kids making minimum wage in the College Program, but you can't serve a diabetic sugared ice cream after he tells you he needs sugar-free. I meant to raise a stink about that, but with all of the excitement of paradmedics and my dad running his mouth off, I forgot. I also noticed that when they called the EMTs, several other people quietly lined the walls of the First Aid station-- several security guards, and some "plainclothes", supervisor-y sorts with walkie-talkies. Disney is verrrry careful when there's a potential health disaster.
Luckily, it all turned out to be naught but a touch of dehydration and overexertion. I called Dad "Gimpy" for the rest of the day and pushed him around in the wheelchair. My mom told him that I was paying him back for those years he pushed me and Kirsten around the Magic Kingdom in our rental strollers.
I think one of the things that attracts me to this place is that I feel a lot younger here. It's not just that Magic of Disney crap, either-- I'm here with my parents, and I have a round face and long, unstyled hair, so everyone treats me like I'm a kid. And I love it. I bought a double espresso and the old guy behind the counter clucked that he should ask for a note for my mother; the woman who led me into Cinderella's Castle for dinner called me "little princess"; the man who handed me the turkey leg, who was no older than 35, smiled sweetly and said, "There ya go, dear", as if I were 12 years old. And little kids keep talking to me spontaneously, telling me their life stories if I stand next to them for more than a minute. It's very cute.
Not that I wouldn't rather be here as an adult and feel confident enough to, say, flirt with the cute, nerdy guy that was skippering the boat from the hotel to the park this morning... but I'll take the good times where I can get them.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, September 17, 2004
While I wait for Mom to change for dinner, I might as well start
Tavie's Mini-WDW-trip #26 Journal
Mom and I went straight to MGM after checking in, because time is short. We went to the Brown Derby first to eat-- Cobb salad is very good for Atkins, but I left before mom's grapefruit cake and went to ride "Escape from Ileana Douglas"-- and then met mom to do Muppets and The Great Movie Ride. We've distilled MGM down to its essence, you see. We also threw in "Voyage of the Little Mermaid" for good measure. I hadn't seen that one for many years and marvelled at how much older I've become than most of the people employed here. (I've read too much about the College Program not to know what these kids go through, too. I also like the elderly Cast Members. They're chipper.)
So we were in and out in under four hours, which is really all anyone needs for MGM anymore, unless they're going with a first-timer. The most interesting part was when the cab completely broke down in the middle of the Great Movie Ride. The poor kid running it tried her best to get us to chat and sing songs, but I found the whole experience eerily fascinating. We broke down right in the middle of the Munchkinland. There was no singing, no movement, just an eerie stillness. We sat there for a good ten minutes, with several goofy dads making the obligatory jokes about clicking our heels together three times to get us out. Luckily, my own goofy dad was not in attendance, so I was able to enjoy the experience.
I've started snapping pictures of every interesting lamp that I come across, for my long-awaited Lamps of Walt Disney World project.
I'm being rushed out now. Time to go eat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:25 PM | shower me with attention
Tavie's Mini-WDW-trip #26 Journal
Mom and I went straight to MGM after checking in, because time is short. We went to the Brown Derby first to eat-- Cobb salad is very good for Atkins, but I left before mom's grapefruit cake and went to ride "Escape from Ileana Douglas"-- and then met mom to do Muppets and The Great Movie Ride. We've distilled MGM down to its essence, you see. We also threw in "Voyage of the Little Mermaid" for good measure. I hadn't seen that one for many years and marvelled at how much older I've become than most of the people employed here. (I've read too much about the College Program not to know what these kids go through, too. I also like the elderly Cast Members. They're chipper.)
So we were in and out in under four hours, which is really all anyone needs for MGM anymore, unless they're going with a first-timer. The most interesting part was when the cab completely broke down in the middle of the Great Movie Ride. The poor kid running it tried her best to get us to chat and sing songs, but I found the whole experience eerily fascinating. We broke down right in the middle of the Munchkinland. There was no singing, no movement, just an eerie stillness. We sat there for a good ten minutes, with several goofy dads making the obligatory jokes about clicking our heels together three times to get us out. Luckily, my own goofy dad was not in attendance, so I was able to enjoy the experience.
I've started snapping pictures of every interesting lamp that I come across, for my long-awaited Lamps of Walt Disney World project.
I'm being rushed out now. Time to go eat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:25 PM | shower me with attention
I'm in Disney World!
Greasy, two-hours-sleep-gettin', rumpled-jeans-wearin' Tavie is not at WORK but at DISNEY WORLD!
SHHH!! DON'T TELL ON ME!
I'm only here until Monday morning and then I have to go back to work, so I really can't waste any more time blogging. No airport network here at the Wilderness Lodge. Dial-up is so old-fashioned. Time's a wastin'...
Today is my dad's 67th birthday. I have dubbed him Old Birthday Coot. Me and my mom are taking him to dinner tonight at Disney's African Lodge.
My sister is not with us, which is very very wrong. But I am determined to have fun in Tavie's Happy Funland.
Wheeeeeeeee!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 PM | shower me with attention
Greasy, two-hours-sleep-gettin', rumpled-jeans-wearin' Tavie is not at WORK but at DISNEY WORLD!
SHHH!! DON'T TELL ON ME!
I'm only here until Monday morning and then I have to go back to work, so I really can't waste any more time blogging. No airport network here at the Wilderness Lodge. Dial-up is so old-fashioned. Time's a wastin'...
Today is my dad's 67th birthday. I have dubbed him Old Birthday Coot. Me and my mom are taking him to dinner tonight at Disney's African Lodge.
My sister is not with us, which is very very wrong. But I am determined to have fun in Tavie's Happy Funland.
Wheeeeeeeee!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Oh my.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:08 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:08 PM | shower me with attention
Last night was pretty much continuous, all-night dreams about vomiting. It was gross. Gross, gross, gross. I'm glad I don't eat spaghetti, because it all looked like spaghetti. A continuous stream of it. Are you sick yet?
Let's see what this dream means:
Vomit: To dream of vomiting, is a sign that you will be afflicted with a malady which will threaten invalidism, or you will be connected with a racy scandal.
Ohhh, racy scandal, racy scandal! I choose racy scandal! Please?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:12 AM | shower me with attention
Let's see what this dream means:
Vomit: To dream of vomiting, is a sign that you will be afflicted with a malady which will threaten invalidism, or you will be connected with a racy scandal.
Ohhh, racy scandal, racy scandal! I choose racy scandal! Please?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:12 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
My mom and aunt went to something called a "health and beauty show" and came back with bags full of free swag.
I like the naughty but delicious Atkins bars (NO! BAD! NO!) and the Nivea Overnite body cream and sleep perfume.
Diznee Werld vewwy vewwy soon.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:23 PM | shower me with attention
I like the naughty but delicious Atkins bars (NO! BAD! NO!) and the Nivea Overnite body cream and sleep perfume.
Diznee Werld vewwy vewwy soon.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:23 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
I was supposed to get my degree audit last week so I can graduate come winter. Of course, there was flooding and conventions and pandemonium and I never got a chance.
So I thought I'd do it this week, but there are holidays, so I emailed the graduation audit office to make sure they'd be open. (I'd have to leave work early, but Tavie needs to graduate.)
No one answered, so I called.
No one answered, so I called the main registrar, who told me that they would be closed all week. Not the whole school, just the graduation audit office.
Lazy BASTARDS. I needs to GRADUATE. Why are they the ONLY people not around this week?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 AM | shower me with attention
So I thought I'd do it this week, but there are holidays, so I emailed the graduation audit office to make sure they'd be open. (I'd have to leave work early, but Tavie needs to graduate.)
No one answered, so I called.
No one answered, so I called the main registrar, who told me that they would be closed all week. Not the whole school, just the graduation audit office.
Lazy BASTARDS. I needs to GRADUATE. Why are they the ONLY people not around this week?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 AM | shower me with attention
BABY!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, September 13, 2004
Babies and dogs, babies and dogs. Balm for a cloudy disposition. Swap the bad for the good. Adult human males annoy me. They should stay that young. They sure stay that immature, but it just ain't cute after a certain age.
Fuck, I've become a Cathy comic. Never mind.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:33 PM | shower me with attention
Fuck, I've become a Cathy comic. Never mind.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:33 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Yesterday, sis and I went to our friend Amanda's belated birthday party. I spent pretty much the whole time cuddling her baby (Richie, a.k.a. Oz, which is what Titi Tavie calls him, dagnabbit!), who's five months old today.
He kept getting passed to me-- mostly because there wasn't anything at the party I could eat (which was cool, as we were in a neighbourhood that has awesome Puerto Rican food and Kirsten ran out and got me some)-- but, anyway, every time more food came out someone would pass me the little man. We became best friends. He fell asleep on me twice.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:35 PM | shower me with attention
He kept getting passed to me-- mostly because there wasn't anything at the party I could eat (which was cool, as we were in a neighbourhood that has awesome Puerto Rican food and Kirsten ran out and got me some)-- but, anyway, every time more food came out someone would pass me the little man. We became best friends. He fell asleep on me twice.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:35 PM | shower me with attention
