Ft. Wilderness
Wow, I had a hell of a weekend. On Friday I went up to Ft. Wilderness with Becky, April and Cassie and met Grant there, since he was already in the area thanks to college orientation. A golf cart was procured by my parents while we were swimming (and having an evil game of Marco Polo - A GIRLFRIEND DOES NOT DOUBLE AS A HUMAN SHIELD!), and then we spent a few hours driving around in it. I was driving fine, it was fun, I was scaring the three unfortunates on the back bench seat, and then Grant decided to drive and promptly crashed it into a stationary cherry-picker. We will never let him live it down. Never. ♥
We went to the petting zoo and snuck in after hours to see the ponies. They were cute ponies, but to our horror, we all discovered that Grant had a disgusting talent: whenever he petted one, it pooped. Seriously. Three for three, I think it was. We found ponies necking and I named them Obi-Wan and Anakin. (One was mottled tan, one was black. Of course they're Obi-Wan and Anakin!) The horses in the barn were all Clydesdales and Percherons and other massive things with heads the size of our torsos, and had quite clear signs saying "DO NOT PET OR FEED." And...and...wait for it...guess what we did?
All of us lazed around in the bedroom a while because it was pouring outside and then he had to leave and drive home in the rain, in the dark, because he had work tomorrow. (I was not pleased with this situation.) He was fine, though, and didn't get lost and drove home okay.
Becky crashed early (after we all had a long, deep conversation about societal views on sex and love and gossiping about people we hated and bitching about weird people and talking about religion, as we do at all sleepovers) and Cassie and April and I stayed up until about 3 A.M. scaring ourselves with talk about ghosts. And I showed them some Logan/Veronica scenes.
The next morning we woke up and went over to the Wilderness Lodge, followed by rain. We waited around in the gift shop for a while and then went outside to the pool when it cleared up. WHEEE, WILDERNESS LODGE HAS A SLIDE! AND A HOT TUB! The water was peeerfect and we saw a duck in a nest near the top of the slide. DUCK! It was very cute. I am officially in love with hot tubs. I need to either crash hotel pools a lot more, or make a rich friend. We went back to the cabin for lunch and had the best sandwiches ever. Roast beef and provolone all melty and mmmmm. Mmmmm. Then we watched Love Actually because it was raining again, and later took out the cart again and tried to go to Port Orleans, a plan which failed, so we just decided to go see Monsters, Inc. Hmmmph, and I got pulled over. Sort of. A guy asked me if I had ID to be driving the golf cart. YES, I DID, BITCH. :)
That night Cassie and I stayed up while Becky and April dropped off along the way and we watched The Phantom of the Opera. In the morning we woke up way early and decided to go to Port Orleans. So at around nine, we took the Disney bus to the marina, then the ferry to Magic Kingdom, then the monorail to the transportation center, then the monorail RIGHT BACK to Magic Kingdom, then waited for a half hour for a bus to Port Orleans, then we walked to the pool. I hadn't even gotten my swimsuit top wet when my parents showed up and it was eleven o'clock and they wanted to know if we were having fun. We hung around Port Orleans until about 2, swimming in the cooold water, groping each other and making lifeguards stare and going on the slide a million times and avoiding Creepy McLecherous-Stare. The hot tub there was lovely and picturesque and mmm, hot tub. It was so much fun. We ate expensive Disney food and then began the long drive home, in which everyone else napped but me.
When we got home, my BPAL scents hadn't arrived yet. WTF! Everyone left and I went in the pool and lazed around until Grant got off work and he came to pick me up to go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Angelina Jolie stole my heterosexuality, too, but Brad Pitt kept returning it. It's very tired now from all the changing of hands. Damn, that movie was awesome. So funny, so sexy, so many explosions and gunfire and shooting and sex and fighting and YES. Must own this movie and watch it many more times without the twelve year-olds in the next seat over annoying the fuck out of me. Awesome, awesome movie.
And this morning I was hired for a job at a greeting card/trinket store in the mall whose name rhymes with spallmark.
We went to the petting zoo and snuck in after hours to see the ponies. They were cute ponies, but to our horror, we all discovered that Grant had a disgusting talent: whenever he petted one, it pooped. Seriously. Three for three, I think it was. We found ponies necking and I named them Obi-Wan and Anakin. (One was mottled tan, one was black. Of course they're Obi-Wan and Anakin!) The horses in the barn were all Clydesdales and Percherons and other massive things with heads the size of our torsos, and had quite clear signs saying "DO NOT PET OR FEED." And...and...wait for it...guess what we did?
All of us lazed around in the bedroom a while because it was pouring outside and then he had to leave and drive home in the rain, in the dark, because he had work tomorrow. (I was not pleased with this situation.) He was fine, though, and didn't get lost and drove home okay.
Becky crashed early (after we all had a long, deep conversation about societal views on sex and love and gossiping about people we hated and bitching about weird people and talking about religion, as we do at all sleepovers) and Cassie and April and I stayed up until about 3 A.M. scaring ourselves with talk about ghosts. And I showed them some Logan/Veronica scenes.
The next morning we woke up and went over to the Wilderness Lodge, followed by rain. We waited around in the gift shop for a while and then went outside to the pool when it cleared up. WHEEE, WILDERNESS LODGE HAS A SLIDE! AND A HOT TUB! The water was peeerfect and we saw a duck in a nest near the top of the slide. DUCK! It was very cute. I am officially in love with hot tubs. I need to either crash hotel pools a lot more, or make a rich friend. We went back to the cabin for lunch and had the best sandwiches ever. Roast beef and provolone all melty and mmmmm. Mmmmm. Then we watched Love Actually because it was raining again, and later took out the cart again and tried to go to Port Orleans, a plan which failed, so we just decided to go see Monsters, Inc. Hmmmph, and I got pulled over. Sort of. A guy asked me if I had ID to be driving the golf cart. YES, I DID, BITCH. :)
That night Cassie and I stayed up while Becky and April dropped off along the way and we watched The Phantom of the Opera. In the morning we woke up way early and decided to go to Port Orleans. So at around nine, we took the Disney bus to the marina, then the ferry to Magic Kingdom, then the monorail to the transportation center, then the monorail RIGHT BACK to Magic Kingdom, then waited for a half hour for a bus to Port Orleans, then we walked to the pool. I hadn't even gotten my swimsuit top wet when my parents showed up and it was eleven o'clock and they wanted to know if we were having fun. We hung around Port Orleans until about 2, swimming in the cooold water, groping each other and making lifeguards stare and going on the slide a million times and avoiding Creepy McLecherous-Stare. The hot tub there was lovely and picturesque and mmm, hot tub. It was so much fun. We ate expensive Disney food and then began the long drive home, in which everyone else napped but me.
When we got home, my BPAL scents hadn't arrived yet. WTF! Everyone left and I went in the pool and lazed around until Grant got off work and he came to pick me up to go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Angelina Jolie stole my heterosexuality, too, but Brad Pitt kept returning it. It's very tired now from all the changing of hands. Damn, that movie was awesome. So funny, so sexy, so many explosions and gunfire and shooting and sex and fighting and YES. Must own this movie and watch it many more times without the twelve year-olds in the next seat over annoying the fuck out of me. Awesome, awesome movie.
And this morning I was hired for a job at a greeting card/trinket store in the mall whose name rhymes with spallmark.