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Archive for March, 2006
StuckI just got stuck in my first real traffic mess. It looks like there had been an accident about 50 yards in front of me and of course they had sent like five fire trucks, an ambulance, about six police cars and who knows what else. First all of the emergency vehicles were going through the right lane so we all somehow managed to squeeze in the two left lanes. Then other emergency vehicles were trying to go through the left lane so we were all trying to squeeze into the right lanes. A complete mess. Finally the cops got off their lazy asses and started telling cars where to go and they started to divert people to the correct places so that we could drive pass the mess. It was a bad accident. An SUV had crashed against one of the construction concrete barriers and they were using the jaws of life to take the top off the SUV to get the driver out of there. Very bad accident.
Marching along we are adventurersOne of the nice things about living in Orlando is that this is the #1 tourist destination in the country (and one of the top world-wide) so sooner or later you are bound to be visited by people you haven’t seen in a long time. Case in point, Txema, a friend of mine from Spain whom I haven’t seen in probably 10 years, is in the area this week. He emailed me last week and I gave him my phone number. He called on Monday night and we made plans for Tuesday. I made a dining reservation at Boma, which is an African buffet. Slightly different food, but everything is really good. If I had to describe African food in a word, at least at that buffet, it would be sweet (both sense of the word.) But the highlight of the night was when I dragged him to Pleasure Island and he reluctantly went into the Adventurer’s Club. He had read a few descriptions of the club in my blog so he knew that the place was kind of weird. Like with every new person, it took him a little while to figure out what was going on and what the place was all about. A butler assisting some guests with their dinner, a guy in a 1930s pilot outfit, a French maid and a puppet dressed as a colonel as people were being made members of the club by learning the club salute and song. But as the night went on, he got into the storyline and, I think, had a blast watching the occasional show and seeing the interactions with the other guests. It was specially fun to see people coming into the club slowly to see what kind of club that is, only to be shocked when they are suddenly the center of attention in some weird situation. Like the “geography lesson” that occurred when the French maid started comparing boob sizes with a guest while another adventurer pointed at the boobs with a 10-foot pole. Ah. Good times. Kungaloosh!
An adventurer’s life is bestI’ve mentioned several times before that I absolutely love the Adventurer’s Club at Disney’s Pleasure Island (of which I am a member, of course.) I go there often and I could spend all night in there. The place is simply hilarious, unique and different every time you go. So imagine my surprise when I was watching last night’s South Park episode “The Return of Chef” and I see the Adventurer’s Club. It turns out that Chef had been brainwashed by a group called The Super Adventurer’s Club so the kids go pay the club a visit. I laughed out loud as soon as I saw the club. I took a screenshot of the show and put it together with two pictures of the club that I found on the Internet.
I’m officialFirst it was a Florida driver’s license. Then Florida car insurance. Then a Florida phone number. After that, a Florida bank account. Two things happened today which I guess now completely make me an official Floridan: - I got my new business cards. This now gives me the right to drive like a maniac, make as many u-turns as I feel like and the totally optional use of the blinker. The Internet is for pornI often get a kick out of reading spam messages because they are so graphic and disgusting. But I just got one spam that separates it from the rest. Whoever sent it actually took the time to compose a well-written message.
Typhoon LagoonToday I was relaxing at Disney’s Typhoon Lagoon. Sitting on picture perfect white sand, under the shade of a palm tree, listening to exotic background music.
And then it hit me. This is what it would be like every day if I was a millionaire. So I’ve decided to just be rich. And I’ll get right on it as soon as I get back to work on Monday.
NewbiesUnlike the people who go to Disneyland, most of the people who come to disneyworld have never been here before or were here many years ago. Everything is new to them and you can tell how much they are enjoying their experience. Here I am, sitting waiting for the show Fantasmic to start and a guy sits in front of me and asks “what is this?” as he sits down. I do find that amusing. He just followed a crowd of people into a huge outdoor theater and sits down. Why not find out first? But then they are on vacation and they usually check their brain (and a large part of their motor skills) at the gate. Cold frontAccording to the news, there is a cold front heading our way this week. We expect temperatures in the mid 70s. Good thing I kept my winter clothes!
SpanglishA lot of people out here in Florida speak Spanish (Puerto Ricans, Cubans, Mexicans, Spaniards, etc) So I always find it amusing when people assume that I cannot speak Spanish. I just walked over to the mailbox to get my mail (my last check from FHSU was there waiting for me) and as I was getting close I heard a couple arguing in English. But as soon as I got close, they immediately switched to Spanish until they thought I was far away from them and I couldn’t hear them, then they went back to English. They were arguing about the woman being a jerk to the guy’s friend. Nothing juicy. Maybe next time.
Sounds effects guyA while back I wrote about being taken up to the stage at Disney’s Adventurer’s Club nightclub. I love the place and now that I have a Disney World annual pass, I can go whenever I want to. Ron and I decided to pay our favorite club a visit on Friday night and we went into the Library for one of their shows. And once again, I was selected and dragged onto the stage. This time I was asked to be the sound effects guy during a radio broadcast. I got to do the sounds of footsteps, wood breaking, a parachute, etc. I also had to participate in their “commercial” for some weird breakfast cereal they were promoting to help raise money for the club; it had a little dance and everything. I had a blast. But the best part came at the end when I was given a special pin that cannot be bought anywhere. A pin that reads “Adventurer’s Club Member”. I’m really excited I got it because this club has absolutely no merchandise that you can buy - a very un-Disney thing!
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