tiggerwannabe
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I Love Stitch!!!!!
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I Love Stitch!!!!!
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FauntleroyFAN07
Commander of Donalds Crew Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy
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Is that "THEEE" stitch from the trip report?
YOU are so lucky
YOU are so lucky
Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
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~The Man Report ~ ~ Crustacean Platter & Loose Stool ~
First, one eye opens. The other stuck closed by sleepy eye goop. After a good rub, it pops open.
I can see! Almost. My left contact lens is somewhere on my eyeball, just not where it belongs. Another quick rub, followed by multiple blinks, cures the problem.
I can hear Stacy in the background on the living room T.V. She’s exuberantly selling the Triple Mountain “Whammy”. Wham Wham Wham! Moan Boy’s favorite part. On cue, he squeals with glee. We’re a predictable lot.
I’m in the master bedroom, lying coverless on the king-size bed. I’m a little cold as the ceiling fan gyrates on High.
I stretch… toes pushing towards the doorway while my arms reach skyward.
Ooohh!!! Cramp! My calf muscle is now in a knot! Besides muscle loss, one of the side effects of the meat diet is cramping from lack of potassium. Ouch!
Recovering from my diet-induced-cramp, I focus on the clock: 4:10 pm. Time to get ready for dinner.
I beller out in my baritone Captain’s voice: “Let’s get ready for dinner, troops”!!!
It’s our first full day in Orlando and I’m excited to finally be eating dinner at a Disney Restaurant. Actually, to be 100% correct, Fulton’s Crap House is NOT a Disney restaurant. However, it IS on Disney property, so that’s close enough for me.
I glance at my Palm Treo:
· FCH - Priority Seating for four at 5:30 pm – C#438827964.
I’ve dined at Fulton’s before but it’s been 10 years. My only memory is “big boat”, followed by “Loose Stool”.
Meandering into the kitchen area I find my groggy crew weary from Day 1 exploits. The drive to Downtown Disney begins as a quiet one.
Pulling in through Disney’s northeast gate across from Crossroads gets the juices flowing. I put on a homemade CD and crank up some Def Leppard “20th Century Boy”.
Hand goes up, head starts bobbing, and Buzz is transformed into a slightly balding heavy metal God.
The parking at Downtown Disney is atrocious. Even at 5pm, nary a spot to be found.
We eventually locate parking and make careful note of exactly where the car is… even turning around as we walk away to take a mental picture of the exact location of our rental.
Six months earlier, LtP was inebriated and lost the car on our night out, forcing us to use a Taxi service. I wanted to be rest assured we didn’t repeat her grievous errors of that prior trip.
Approaching the World of Disney from the parking lot, I spy an adolescent squirrel scurrying up a tree. As I make to climb after it, LtP sounds the alarm noting that the tree is much too small to support both squirrel and I.
I nod my understanding privately noting her superior wisdom in most matters pertaining to rodents and foliage.
By now LG is complaining of “starving to death”. My no snacks plan to encourage the kids to finish expensive dinners is working. I am man… and surprisingly brilliant!
While walking across the short bridge to the entrance of Fulton’s, my significant other suddenly screams at the top of her lungs “Ahhhh… GATOR!”.
We all stop. “Where, Where”!
LtP points, “There, There”!
I take a closer look. “That’s not a gator you Ip-Dip!” My wife, an avid Steve Irwin fan and biggest mourner during his funeral, had spied a couple of furry otters in the water. Genius, no. Loving wife, yes.
After the near-death gator experience, we enter FCH behind a party of 14.
A lot of confusion and argument from the group without Priority Seating ensues when we’re finally seated near the stern of the ship.
Immediately we’re bombarded with waiters, wine stewards, and the “bread guy”.
If I may, I’d like to add a side note. What exactly is the “bread guy” for? He brought us our bread. He brought the people next to us their bread. Later he refilled our bread. Other than bringing bread, that’s all I saw him do. He didn’t even re-fill water. Just bread. Does it really take a FULL PERSON to deliver bread to the tables?
The entire wait-staff were incredible. I wasn’t expecting much from this “fish joint” so we were really off to a good start.
We ordered a nice bottle of red, let the waiter decide on the adult meals, and got the kids mac & cheese.
A couple of women with a 6 year old “brat” sat right next to us. The “brat” was throwing the “bread-guy’s” bread, crying, and kicking at her mother. In response, the mother pulled out a Lap Top and fired up a movie. She remembered to bring a lap top to dinner but failed to remember the Head Phones for it. As a result, we all got to listen to the mad antics of Sponge Bob & Patrick during our very expensive meal.
“Daddy, why can’t we bring our DVD player to dinner at night”. Hooboy Loud Girl had already started.
“Because we’re courteous and sensitive to other people’s Disney experience”, I explained, maybe a touch louder than LtP would have liked.
By the time our feast was served, I’d pretty much knocked out the bottle of wine. I was slightly agitated by the combination of “bratty child” and wondering why Fulton’s had a “bread guy”. Liquid medication was the surest cure.
The waiter brought out a plate of crab and lobster so big, I was immediately concerned about the price. This giant platter of food certainly cost $300 or more!
Putting my monetary fears aside, I dove in. 30 minutes of cracking, sawing, and hammering crustacean exoskeleton and the pile is only slightly smaller. I’m now thinking of DM’s gastrointestinal exploits and that fact that these beasts are nothing more than ocean-dwelling buzzards dipped in melted butter.
I begin to feel a little ill.
I push the massive plate two inches towards LtP indicating that I’m done with the feast. She nods approvingly whilst slurping up a slippery thumb sized hunk of butter drenched snow crab.
My gut churns.
While the gang hungrily slops down their dinners, I flag the waiter with a quick snap and order up a single whiskey, rocks, splash of water.
Enjoying my drink, family intent on devouring food, I have time to peruse the room and partake in a little “people-watching”.
Once again, I find myself obsessed with the “bread-guy”. He works the room diligently, never smiling nor commenting to any guest. No table is without bread bowl, no bread bowl is without bread. The dedication of the “bread-guy” to fulfill our daily quotas of dense carbohydrates is remarkable. Not one single human in my life has shown such passion for a job so meaningless.
I’m brought back to reality by the sound of a Loud Girl “burp”, which would conclude the evening meal.
I paid the waiter, left a sizeable tip, and sent my herd to the commode. I had one final task before leaving.
Spotting the “bread-guy” near his “bread-station”, I saunter over & slipped him a “fin”. He smiled graciously and whispered “Gracias, Senor”.
I smiled back, “De nada”.
Next Up: Top 10 Handy Tips to Avoid a Racketeering Charge.
LG was barely able to walk by this point. The starvation treatment was working wonderfully.
Gators!!!!!
Ahhh… aint they cute?
Mmmm… Giant Platter of Food. That’s the bread guy to the left… hovering.
Just For DM. The infamous Mills “Food Shot”.
First, one eye opens. The other stuck closed by sleepy eye goop. After a good rub, it pops open.
I can see! Almost. My left contact lens is somewhere on my eyeball, just not where it belongs. Another quick rub, followed by multiple blinks, cures the problem.
I can hear Stacy in the background on the living room T.V. She’s exuberantly selling the Triple Mountain “Whammy”. Wham Wham Wham! Moan Boy’s favorite part. On cue, he squeals with glee. We’re a predictable lot.
I’m in the master bedroom, lying coverless on the king-size bed. I’m a little cold as the ceiling fan gyrates on High.
I stretch… toes pushing towards the doorway while my arms reach skyward.
Ooohh!!! Cramp! My calf muscle is now in a knot! Besides muscle loss, one of the side effects of the meat diet is cramping from lack of potassium. Ouch!
Recovering from my diet-induced-cramp, I focus on the clock: 4:10 pm. Time to get ready for dinner.
I beller out in my baritone Captain’s voice: “Let’s get ready for dinner, troops”!!!
It’s our first full day in Orlando and I’m excited to finally be eating dinner at a Disney Restaurant. Actually, to be 100% correct, Fulton’s Crap House is NOT a Disney restaurant. However, it IS on Disney property, so that’s close enough for me.
I glance at my Palm Treo:
· FCH - Priority Seating for four at 5:30 pm – C#438827964.
I’ve dined at Fulton’s before but it’s been 10 years. My only memory is “big boat”, followed by “Loose Stool”.
Meandering into the kitchen area I find my groggy crew weary from Day 1 exploits. The drive to Downtown Disney begins as a quiet one.
Pulling in through Disney’s northeast gate across from Crossroads gets the juices flowing. I put on a homemade CD and crank up some Def Leppard “20th Century Boy”.
Hand goes up, head starts bobbing, and Buzz is transformed into a slightly balding heavy metal God.
The parking at Downtown Disney is atrocious. Even at 5pm, nary a spot to be found.
We eventually locate parking and make careful note of exactly where the car is… even turning around as we walk away to take a mental picture of the exact location of our rental.
Six months earlier, LtP was inebriated and lost the car on our night out, forcing us to use a Taxi service. I wanted to be rest assured we didn’t repeat her grievous errors of that prior trip.
Approaching the World of Disney from the parking lot, I spy an adolescent squirrel scurrying up a tree. As I make to climb after it, LtP sounds the alarm noting that the tree is much too small to support both squirrel and I.
I nod my understanding privately noting her superior wisdom in most matters pertaining to rodents and foliage.
By now LG is complaining of “starving to death”. My no snacks plan to encourage the kids to finish expensive dinners is working. I am man… and surprisingly brilliant!
While walking across the short bridge to the entrance of Fulton’s, my significant other suddenly screams at the top of her lungs “Ahhhh… GATOR!”.
We all stop. “Where, Where”!
LtP points, “There, There”!
I take a closer look. “That’s not a gator you Ip-Dip!” My wife, an avid Steve Irwin fan and biggest mourner during his funeral, had spied a couple of furry otters in the water. Genius, no. Loving wife, yes.
After the near-death gator experience, we enter FCH behind a party of 14.
A lot of confusion and argument from the group without Priority Seating ensues when we’re finally seated near the stern of the ship.
Immediately we’re bombarded with waiters, wine stewards, and the “bread guy”.
If I may, I’d like to add a side note. What exactly is the “bread guy” for? He brought us our bread. He brought the people next to us their bread. Later he refilled our bread. Other than bringing bread, that’s all I saw him do. He didn’t even re-fill water. Just bread. Does it really take a FULL PERSON to deliver bread to the tables?
The entire wait-staff were incredible. I wasn’t expecting much from this “fish joint” so we were really off to a good start.
We ordered a nice bottle of red, let the waiter decide on the adult meals, and got the kids mac & cheese.
A couple of women with a 6 year old “brat” sat right next to us. The “brat” was throwing the “bread-guy’s” bread, crying, and kicking at her mother. In response, the mother pulled out a Lap Top and fired up a movie. She remembered to bring a lap top to dinner but failed to remember the Head Phones for it. As a result, we all got to listen to the mad antics of Sponge Bob & Patrick during our very expensive meal.
“Daddy, why can’t we bring our DVD player to dinner at night”. Hooboy
Loud Girl had already started.“Because we’re courteous and sensitive to other people’s Disney experience”, I explained, maybe a touch louder than LtP would have liked.
By the time our feast was served, I’d pretty much knocked out the bottle of wine. I was slightly agitated by the combination of “bratty child” and wondering why Fulton’s had a “bread guy”. Liquid medication was the surest cure.
The waiter brought out a plate of crab and lobster so big, I was immediately concerned about the price. This giant platter of food certainly cost $300 or more!
Putting my monetary fears aside, I dove in. 30 minutes of cracking, sawing, and hammering crustacean exoskeleton and the pile is only slightly smaller. I’m now thinking of DM’s gastrointestinal exploits and that fact that these beasts are nothing more than ocean-dwelling buzzards dipped in melted butter.
I begin to feel a little ill.
I push the massive plate two inches towards LtP indicating that I’m done with the feast. She nods approvingly whilst slurping up a slippery thumb sized hunk of butter drenched snow crab.
My gut churns.
While the gang hungrily slops down their dinners, I flag the waiter with a quick snap and order up a single whiskey, rocks, splash of water.
Enjoying my drink, family intent on devouring food, I have time to peruse the room and partake in a little “people-watching”.
Once again, I find myself obsessed with the “bread-guy”. He works the room diligently, never smiling nor commenting to any guest. No table is without bread bowl, no bread bowl is without bread. The dedication of the “bread-guy” to fulfill our daily quotas of dense carbohydrates is remarkable. Not one single human in my life has shown such passion for a job so meaningless.
I’m brought back to reality by the sound of a Loud Girl “burp”, which would conclude the evening meal.
I paid the waiter, left a sizeable tip, and sent my herd to the commode. I had one final task before leaving.
Spotting the “bread-guy” near his “bread-station”, I saunter over & slipped him a “fin”. He smiled graciously and whispered “Gracias, Senor”.
I smiled back, “De nada”.
Next Up: Top 10 Handy Tips to Avoid a Racketeering Charge.
LG was barely able to walk by this point. The starvation treatment was working wonderfully.
Gators!!!!!
Ahhh… aint they cute?
Mmmm… Giant Platter of Food. That’s the bread guy to the left… hovering.
Just For DM. The infamous Mills “Food Shot”.
TheDISneyFamily
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- Joined
- Aug 5, 2007
DANG! That's a big pile of crustaceans! I don't know if that makes me hungry, or want to hurl!
What a great picture of Linnie & Trey!
Great installment, Buzz...
Happy Friday!
-Michelle
I don't know if that makes me hungry, or want to hurl! What a great picture of Linnie & Trey!
Great installment, Buzz...
Happy Friday!
-Michelle
Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
- Oct 2, 1999
Hey Blue, is Stitch coming to Cali with me for my Goofster visit?
Disneyolic
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2002
Hooboy! I'm ready to start reading ...
Stacy ... at this time she's probably really exciting and fun to watch!
Trying to block mental picture here ...
Never heard of that song ...
Must have been after the Slippery When Wet tour. Wait a minute, that was Bon Jovi. Maybe after the tour that was after that song "Photograph". I had that album. I went to that concert. I don't remember too much of it except some chick tried to beat me up after it. Great memories.Come on! You have to do better than Def Leppard! Where's Matchbox 20?Hand goes up, head starts bobbing, and Buzz is transformed into a slightly balding heavy metal God.
I'll be waiting to see if you really did find it easily.
You're not the only one brilliant enough to think of that ...By now LG is complaining of starving to death. My no snacks plan to encourage the kids to finish expensive dinners is working. I am man and surprisingly brilliant!
I believe you Linnie ...While walking across the short bridge to the entrance of Fultons, my significant other suddenly screams at the top of her lungs Ahhhh GATOR!.
We all stop. Where, Where!
LtP points, There, There!
Okay, so which is better, a bratty kicky girl or SpongeBob?A couple of women with a 6 year old brat sat right next to us. The brat was throwing the bread-guys bread, crying, and kicking at her mother. In response, the mother pulled out a Lap Top and fired up a movie. She remembered to bring a lap top to dinner but failed to remember the Head Phones for it. As a result, we all got to listen to the mad antics of Sponge Bob & Patrick during our very expensive meal.
Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Absorbant and yellow and porous is he! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
If nautical nonsense is something you wish! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Then drop on the deck and dance like a fish! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Ready?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS, SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS, SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS, SPONGEBOB SQUARE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, Doo doo!
I'm so glad that I could add to your dining pleasure!
Absolutely! Trey looks just like Mommy.
Ahhh aint they cute?
This looks totally yummy ... anywhere but here ...
Gosh! I am starting to feel like a star, being mentioned in your TR twice in this update alone! Guess we know who rulz when it comes to Crap Houses and Stuffing Your Faces! Take that everyone else!
Just For DM. The infamous Mills Food Shot.
Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
- Oct 2, 1999
DM your replies are simply awesome. You and blue both actually but your's with the photoshop pictures are always hysterical. Better than the trip reports really. That's why people keep coming. 
To really read what you say!!!
LtP loved that you said her and Trey looked alike.
Have fun with blue tomorrow!! You girls get pickled up and make a toast to us here at the DIS!
Wish I coulda joined ya.
To really read what you say!!!LtP loved that you said her and Trey looked alike.
Have fun with blue tomorrow!! You girls get pickled up and make a toast to us here at the DIS!
Wish I coulda joined ya. Disneyolic
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2002
Aw! Thanks. You make me feel good!DM your replies are simply awesome. You and blue both actually but your's with the photoshop pictures are always hysterical. Better than the trip reports really. That's why people keep coming.
LtP loved that you said her and Trey looked alike.
Have fun with blue tomorrow!! You girls get pickled up and make a toast to us here at the DIS!
I love Blue's responses too. She's a wit. I think we'll have fun tomorrow and you better visit our mini-TR. I'll be beginning I think tonite.
Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
- Oct 2, 1999
I'm all caught up!
I have read your previous trip reports when they were all finished and LOVED them! I have never been able to post on them before, so I'm glad I caught this one in progress.
Im sad I missed the beginning of it though! I can't believe we're at 100 pages and still on day 1. This should make studying for all my final exams a little better.
You guys are hysterical!! I can't wait to read the rest.
Welcome!
My sister lives in Manhattan. Her and I go to Port Orleans Riverside in December.
Anyway, don't mind all the banter. Just hang out and have fun.
Disneyolic
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2002
Banter? Whachoo talkin' 'bout banter?Anyway, don't mind all the banter. Just hang out and have fun.
Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
- Oct 2, 1999
Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
- Oct 2, 1999
Sorry, those are the best I got!
Don't be sorry! Those are great!!!
I wish I had some cool smilies.
blue_river
<font color=coral>I do believe in fairies!<br><fon
- Joined
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Montana Disney Fan
<font color=blue>GAT-Master Extraordinaire<br><fon
- Joined
- Oct 2, 1999
Wooo Hooo!!!!
See if you can find a smilie of me at Typhoon Lagoon with my swimming trunks falling off.... They'll be lined up to get in to see that.
Disneyolic
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- Joined
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Montana Disney Fan
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- Joined
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tiggerwannabe
~Optimistic Realist~
- Joined
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See if you can find a smilie of me at Typhoon Lagoon with my swimming trunks falling off....
HomeschoolMama
I raise kids... What's your super power?
- Joined
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I think you should have called that update "Buzz has crabs." Now that's just good writin' there...
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