Gah! Don't do that!
It's questionable whether I'll
do it again after this time...
but, most likely, if the opportunity
presents itself, I think I would.
Even with the crowds...
it's just too darned fun.
I've never been, and always heard good things. But I have also heard the stories about the parties being over-sold now. Sad.
I mean... I knew I'd catch a bus
within seconds, but I wasn't
quite sure how long until
I got to the park.
Well, of course. We knew that too.
(If you look in the crowd, right in the middle, you can see a pretty impressive Winifred Sanderson costume.)
No idea who that is.
pkondz: At Auntie Gravity
Doc: Not sure where that is
What?? Turn in the DIS Dad card.
pkondz: Passing aloha isle
And kept right on going.
Nope, not stopping for
a Dole Whip quite yet.
I had other plans...
There were lots of people
around by now, in all kinds
of costumes, ranging from
a simple "This is my costume"
T-shirt to full on elaborate,
like these guys:
Gotta admit...I'd be the t-shirt guy.
Cute costume. Old school Bo Peep.
Nice job, too... wait...
I know her! It's Liesa!
I bustled over and said hi.
She hit me with her crook.
Good job, Liesa! I owe you ten bucks.
And... really... it doesn't get
much stranger than me, right?
Tell me if I'm right.
I mean...yeah.
When you're with Liesa,
you
quickly learn why she
knows all the best spots
to pee in the Disney parks.
Man, first the guy with the knife, now a lady with a crook. Maybe this isn't the ride for you.
I mentioned that I was
hungry too (starve a cold,
feed a concussion) and would
she like to split an order
instead of my skull?
Feed a concussion, huh? I'll have to try that next time.
I mean, if it happens.
There were
way more guests than
I'd ever seen before at
MNSSHP.
This was at least my third? Fourth?
MNSSHP and I'd
never seen it like this.
Sigh...there was never a thing Disney bean-counters couldn't ruin.
I also spent some time
trying to find some rum.
You see, I'd come to the party
heavily fortified, but as the
night went on, my spirits
mysteriously (hic!) dish...
disssp… dashap… vanished.
But why is all the rum gone?
I'm sure someone already beat me to that line, but whatever.
I at first thought they were
going to steer me towards
some wine, but alas, they
were only talking about the
swine.
Mmmm...bacon...
(love the gravedigger on the left!)
He does have quite the set of facial expressions.
Just as well as it appeared that
they were prepared to dig a new
hole of which I would be the guest
of honour… Time to leave.
Always room for one more!
A kind gentleman on said horse
provided me with libations.
Quite kind of him.
But if I continue drinking rum
all night, I'm sure to lose me head!
Well, it doesn't seem to have hurt him any.
Can anyone (not you Doc,
and not you either, Liesa...
You both know) tell me what
my costume is?
I thought I was so clever.
I'd get lots of comments
and reactions and...
Nobody got it.
No one.
Well, dang. I'll admit, I don't know if I have it yet, but if I did figure it out, it took me quite a while. But then again, I'm not very bright.
There's always one in the
"jail" in the queue.
I told him I'd slipped him a key
in a bottle of rum.
He thanked me... And then I
said "Of course there are
hundreds of bottles..."
He replied, "I'm up for the challenge!"
Perfect.
The wench was after me rum!!
Man, she is really serious about that whole "I need more alcohol at Disney" rant.
I remember the first time
I'd been to MNSSHP.
We watched the 2nd parade
and were almost the only
people on Main St.
This time, there was no room
to sit anywhere and I wound up
standing behind a few people
who were sitting down.
Ugh. Sorry it wasn't the same this time around.