This time the line at Earl of Sandwich was slightly shorter and moving quickly so we stayed. I ordered the original sandwich (roast beef and cheese with mayo), a chocolate milk, a fountain soda (have I ever mentioned I’m a 2-fisted drinker?), and a bag of BBQ chips. J and I went to a table outside where J proceeded to apologize for about the 15 millionth time for G’s behavior. Lemme let you in on a little secret: I get over stuff VERY quickly. You piss me off and I’ve bounced back five minutes later, if it takes even that long. So, continuing to remind me about a situation is like it being brand new. I don’t care anymore, and now you’re annoying me by rehashing it! And, speak of the effing devil, somehow G figures out where we are and comes to join us. He eats my chips, drinks my chocolate milk, and belches. A charming man.
We all walk over to the Cirque tent so that J can get a La Nouba souvenir now that there’s no crowd because the first show of the day isn’t for several hours. While on the way there G just wanders into House of Blues without saying anything. J and I start blathering about Raglan Road again (hey, what can I say, it’s a favorite topic) then G wanders out with hot sauce. We continue to Cirque and J buys souvenirs while I pretend to be interested in buying anything there. We then head to the cigar shop version of the cigar bar so that I can buy cigars for my TX leg of the trip to smoke with B and her DH. I attempt to text B for consultation on what cigars to get, but she’s at work so she doesn’t respond fast enough. I buy cigars with a lion on them (1. I am a leo; 2. I love cats; 3. rawr) and we move along back to the hotel because it’s time for J’s girlfriend (my friend) K and G’s wife S to arrive from the airport to our old hotel with a rental car!!!
When we arrive I am all nasty sweaty and hot from the Orlando sun but I give K a big hug anyway. I then meet G’s wife S who I had been told I am a lot alike… Yah, not so much. It’s not that we don’t have similar physical features, it’s that she’s a fucking bitch and won’t even acknowledge my existence. I take higher road and put my hand out to shake hers; she coldly offers her own in return. I’m sure she and G will be very happy together forever. Gahhhh…. J, G, and I grab all our stuff from the bell service and shove it into the rental car. Because of space J decides to walk across the street rather than be sandwiched next to G and S who are full-on making out in the back seat.
We arrive to the Regal Sun across the street, check into our rooms (I’m staying with J and K because I’m only there for a night), then G and S wander off to go do it while the rest of us go to our room to prepare for Magic Kingdom. J, K, and I leave to go to the kingdom because we are informed that G and S will be running late. J, K, and I arrive then do a lot of fun stuff, such as Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, It’s a Small World, Mickey’s PhilharMagic, the Pooh ride, and Tomorrowland. Pictureses…
We then walked over to the castle and watched the fireworks. No photos of that. I know they’re supposed to be impressive, but… I’ve been to La Ronde. A lot. It’s hard to impress me with simple fireworks set to music. (shrug, I’m a fireworks snob)
A break in the post to compare….
La Ronde (YAR):
Magic Kingdom (yawn):
After fireworks we spent exactly one hour trying to get back to the car with G and S who we finally located via S’s cell phone. We then drove 10 minutes back to the hotel so that J, K, and I could get ungrubby then head back to Downtown Disney for … RAGLAN ROAD!!!!!!!! We got a seat right next to the band (squeeeeeeeeee!!!!) then K ordered a margarita, J ordered a whiskey, and I ordered (grin) a whiskey AND a Smithwick’s. (Double. fisted. drinker.) I am the only one who got to have a buzz going because the waiter was super awesome at serving us when he was around, but he didn’t visit much. I had fish and chips. I don’t eat fish, but JFC that fish was TASTY. The waiter finally came back around and K ordered another margarita while J and I ordered Harps. J and I stared intently at Danielle every time she danced.
(I just found this video. I am resmittened.)
After this we stumbled back to the hotel where we all did a shot of Maelstrom (btw, a mistake, I had to grab onto J’s shoulder because it burned so bad going down I thought I would die) then went to bed to wake up bright and early for my last day in FL.