Our third day at Walt Disney World was one I’d been looking forward to. Our plans were to spend the day getting the small dose of Hollywood Studios that I can stand, followed by dinner at bluezoo, which I’d been dying to show Patrick.
Once again, we slept in. And once again, we ate a breakfast in our room simply because we’d brought food, desperately pretending we didn’t have lunch reservations in 90 minutes. When we got to the BoardWalk boat dock, the weather did not look promising.
But, like idiots, we sat on the back, uh, porch of the boat anyway. Sure enough, just as we pulled away from the Yacht Club dock, it started to pour. I tried to make a wish on a penny in the lake, but a seagull ate it. (Well, OK, he prolly missed it, but he *tried* to eat it!). At that point, we acknowledged defeat and moved inside the boat.
Continuing our trend of bass-ackwards touring, the first thing we did when we moseyed into the park well after rope-drop was go straight to lunch. Oh wait – no, we got FastPasses for Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster and THEN we went straight to lunch. You can take the girl off the DIS, but you can’t take the DIS outta the girl…
I’d grudgingly made a reservation at ’50s Prime Time Café (I refuse to punctuate it incorrectly even if that is how Disney does it!) because I knew Patrick would love the theming and the over-the-top antics of the servers. I did not have high hopes for the quality of the food, though.
They had some fun Christmas decorations up.
Patrick took a ton of pictures while I wrung buckets of water from our underwear.*
*Gag contributed by DISer MAGICFOR2
So, I dunno if it’s because it was the beginning of their business day or just that ’50s Prime Time gets a bad rap, but our meal was pretty dang good! We split the fried chicken.
The fried chicken was crispy and tasted like it had been cooked in fresh oil – it was at least as good as the chicken at L.A. institution Pann’s (which you have to try someday, if only to see the fabulous Googie architecture!)
The gravy on the mashed potatoes tasted like dish soap to me, though, and I’d forgotten to bring a Ziploc to hide my uneaten greens in so the waitress wouldn’t bring them back under a pile of whipped cream—d’oh! Luckily, she turned out to be one of the more mellow ones, and we didn’t get any of the theatrics the restaurant is known for.
The highlight of the meal was getting to see part of an episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show on the TV at our table.
I had to see the dessert menu even though I’d just polished off a peanut butter shake.
One of the only things Patrick specifically asked to do at DHS that day—or on the whole trip, really—was watch “Playhouse Disney – Live on Stage!” because so many of the puppeteers he hires at Swazzle get their start doing the show in Florida or California. I told him that when the cast got wind he was in the audience today, the puppets would start vamping their butts off.
I liked Handy Manny’s tool puppets, but his (pre-recorded) voice was TERRIBLE! I thought maybe there was a reason, like that he was voiced by a real-life construction worker or some other nonprofessional who’d maybe won a contest or something… turns out it’s Wilmer Valderrama from That ‘70s Show, and those in the know say he just refused to do more than one take on any line at the recording session! Nice…
The human hostess was WAY perky – whoever they got to record her voice was totally into it! Patrick didn’t take any close shots of Ms. Perky… thank gawd—I woulda smacked him…
Next up was some show about nerdy children with giant heads and their flying car. Not sure what their mission was… maybe scientific advances in head-reduction surgery?
Then Winnie the Pooh & Pals showed up with some girl who was definitely NOT Christopher Robin…
And then it was Mini-Minnie’s birthday, and all the other shrunken characters surprised her with one of those fabulous classic birthday cakes you can never seem to find in real life.
After the show it was my turn to do the only thing I really wanted to do at Hollywood Studios: Meet Dug! As you know, I’m always turning up my nose at character interaction, but I’ve just never really been that crazy about any of the Disney characters… until now. (Cue “Theme from Romeo & Juliet” as Lurkyloo and Dug run toward each other across a field in slo-mo…)
So for the first time ever, I waited in line to meet a character at a Disney park. And boy did I wait – I think it was 30 minutes, each one fraught with tension as news of the character–appearance cycle rippled through the line.
“Oh no! They’re taking Russell backstage – he’s the only one SkyyLur wanted to meet!”
“What do you mean it’s just an old man out there? Didn’t that movie have a talking mammoth in it?”
“You take that diaper off your head and put it back on your sister!”
Fortunately, by the time we got up there, all the main characters from Up were there to greet us, even the flat cardboard bird that doesn’t move.
And, at long last, I got the big hug I’d been wanting from Dug!
(I was having a Bad Thigh Day, so we’ll just go ahead and censor that…)
I’m not really sure what happened after that – I was still in a daze! It looks like we went by the remnants of the animation studio and then took in the display for The Princess & The Frog.
This one is my favorite, so I’m showing it again:
Patrick had to photograph the in-jokes in that one…
He is also physically unable to walk past a Muppet picture without shooting it…
We had a little time to kill until, uh, nothing happened, so we decided to see what Voyage of the Little Mermaid was all about.
Apparently it is all about the audience randomly getting sprayed in the face with water. We gave it a resounding “Huh?!” I guess it was one of the first big shows at DHS, so maybe it gets props for that. But I just don’t expect to randomly get sprayed in the face with water during a stage show. 3D movies, yes. Over-acted and under-plotted musicals, no….
Fortunately my iPhone survived the soaking so I could get a text from Jensey telling me her mom was working in the information booth at DHS that day – hooray! So we went over to the corner of Hollywood and Sunset and stood in line for my second-ever Disney character meeting. It was funny because there were two CMs working in the booth, and the one who wasn’t Jensey’s mom was prolly wondering why a line had formed for her co-worker but nobody wanted to talk to her… When the guests in front of us had finally wrung from Jensey’s mom the location of every churro cart in DHS, it was our turn!
She was so sweet – she actually knew who we were (maybe cuz of Jensey’s restraining orders against us…?), and she came out of the booth so I could take a picture with her to Tweet!
We had a nice chat, and she gave us some tips about what to do on Saturday night if they wouldn’t let us transfer from the D23 Magic & Merriment event to the DIS party. (And none of them were “Poke the CM in the chest and shout, ‘I could buy and sell you!!!’” – who knew?)
Eventually we had to let Ms. Jensey Mommy go back to work, cuz people loooove their churros… We were conveniently located next to Starring Rolls Bakery, so I decided it was time to try their Massive Peanut Butter Chocolate Cupcake ™.
Unfortunately, there had been a run on Massive Peanut Butter Chocolate Cupcakes™ — and I wasn’t the only one disappointed. A couple people ahead of us in line were asking about them too! Instead we got the Gargantuan Butterfinger Cupcake ™.
OK, I thought I’d never met a cupcake I didn’t like and there was no such thing as “too rich” or “too sweet”… I was wrong. This cupcake was DISGUSTING! The cake tasted like it’d been made from a box mix, and it was stuffed with a giant blob of what appeared to be solidified hot fudge. The whole thing was piled high with about a cup of greasy buttercream frosting and then topped with Magic Shell and stale Butterfinger dust.
Seriously. It almost made me want to eat a piece of fruit.
The last thing we did before leaving the park to freshen up for dinner was waddle down Sunset Blvd. to use our FastPasses for Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster and Tower of Terror, the latter set of which we must have wished into existence, because they’ve certainly never been mentioned previously in this installment.
Between that picture and this next picture some pretty scary stuff went down—I don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s just say I may never ride an elevator again…
And then Patrick’s camera ran out of film… JUST KIDDING! Thanks to the digital revolution, I can go on boring you with pictures for DAYS!!!
But not today…