Sunday, November 18, 2012
Out for a bite......
There comes a point in every holiday when instead of just getting on and enjoying it, you start to focus more and more on the mechanics of getting home. Rather than looking forward to revisiting your favourite parks and restaurants, you're thinking about packing, passport location and the weight of your suitcases. Instead of thinking about more brilliant places to go and visit, you're thinking about flights, that bottle of milk in the fridge and whether you left the gas on. Today is that day - and I fucking hate it.....
The problem with Mosquitos the size of jumbo jets and small boys who want to get a look at them is this - you're going to get landed on by one of the buggers at some point, and those fuckers bite....And so today starts with yet another visit to the pharmacy across the road, a place we have visited so often on this holiday that they know us by name and have issued us with loyalty cards. This time it's for Lisa who has come up with bites the size of two pound coins that itch like a bastard. They issue her with thick black tights to stop the scratching and industrial strength anti-histamines -- may cause drowsiness -
which to be honest isn't really so much being a chemist as being a stater of the bleedin' obvious.
We're back to Hollywood studios today, so it's more of the Rock 'n' Roller, Star Tours, Indianan Jones, Little Mermaid - I'm sure SOMEONE was crying during this - Beauty and the Beast and the Movies show. Not bad for a day of rain due to Hurricane Isaac, a storm that brought so much rain during the B&TB show that I'm sure that one of the guys signing the it for deaf people actually signed "fuck me, we're all going to die...!!" at one point. Actually, during the Movies Tour ride we all wished we had died as it was so fucking shite, I think It's a Small World may now be only the second worst ride I've ever done in my life.
Balancing this out however, and with special mention as ride of the holiday, is the Star Tours Ride. A 3D simulated coaster ride, you play the role of escaping rebel scum (actually, that was mainly Lisa in her first starring role on the big screen) in a spaceship piloted by none other than C3PO, and must evade Darth Vader's clutches and hyperspace it to safety across the galaxy. I must admit to being a bit sceptical at first as to whether the ride could live up to episodes IV-VI - you know, all Millennium Falcon, clashing light sabres and "these are not the droids you are looking for" and be more like 1-3 - lessons in politics, an annoying little git with "Midiclorians" in his blood and a Laser Sword (Seriously, what the fuck?), and the most annoying cunt ever to appear on the screen, Jars Jars Binks.
Fortunately it was the former. It is a ride that not just Star Wars fans should not to miss, but anyone who likes a good ride (ahem..) should make this top of their list for a twosie, you're definitely going to want to do it more than once. Like any good ride I suppose......
As is the rule towards the arse end of a holiday, visiting new restaurants is a no no. What if you end up in another Buffalo Wild Wings instead of an Outback or Bobby Rubino's? Evening wasted. So it's with great pleasure we find ourselves back at Red Lobster. This is a very popular spot, and like most Yankee restaurants doesn't take reservations so, you turn up, tell them you're here and sit on a bench for an hour looking on enviously at all the people sitting down and having steaming platters of seafood brought to their tables by smiling waiters*. However there is a trick. If you phone up, and get told "We don't take reservations" you do get put on a priority list that gets you the first table big enough for your party after you arrive. The look on the faces of the sad fuckers,who just turned up on spec and are sitting on the really uncomfortable wooden benches, as we are whisked to the bar for a cheeky apéritif or two before dinner is priceless. We do have a good chuckle about it you know.
Actually, it's a night for making the most of it as Isaac is going to hit us with it's full force tomorrow and this could well be the last supper. So it's fist sized scallops, jumbo shrimp and mahoosive lobsters all round, washed down with pints of wine and gallons of beer. A right royal night is had by all and if we do meet our maker under a pile of rubble in the middle of the night, I can think of no finer send off than today!
*smiling waiters not necessarily available....
The problem with Mosquitos the size of jumbo jets and small boys who want to get a look at them is this - you're going to get landed on by one of the buggers at some point, and those fuckers bite....And so today starts with yet another visit to the pharmacy across the road, a place we have visited so often on this holiday that they know us by name and have issued us with loyalty cards. This time it's for Lisa who has come up with bites the size of two pound coins that itch like a bastard. They issue her with thick black tights to stop the scratching and industrial strength anti-histamines -- may cause drowsiness -
which to be honest isn't really so much being a chemist as being a stater of the bleedin' obvious.
We're back to Hollywood studios today, so it's more of the Rock 'n' Roller, Star Tours, Indianan Jones, Little Mermaid - I'm sure SOMEONE was crying during this - Beauty and the Beast and the Movies show. Not bad for a day of rain due to Hurricane Isaac, a storm that brought so much rain during the B&TB show that I'm sure that one of the guys signing the it for deaf people actually signed "fuck me, we're all going to die...!!" at one point. Actually, during the Movies Tour ride we all wished we had died as it was so fucking shite, I think It's a Small World may now be only the second worst ride I've ever done in my life.
Balancing this out however, and with special mention as ride of the holiday, is the Star Tours Ride. A 3D simulated coaster ride, you play the role of escaping rebel scum (actually, that was mainly Lisa in her first starring role on the big screen) in a spaceship piloted by none other than C3PO, and must evade Darth Vader's clutches and hyperspace it to safety across the galaxy. I must admit to being a bit sceptical at first as to whether the ride could live up to episodes IV-VI - you know, all Millennium Falcon, clashing light sabres and "these are not the droids you are looking for" and be more like 1-3 - lessons in politics, an annoying little git with "Midiclorians" in his blood and a Laser Sword (Seriously, what the fuck?), and the most annoying cunt ever to appear on the screen, Jars Jars Binks.
Fortunately it was the former. It is a ride that not just Star Wars fans should not to miss, but anyone who likes a good ride (ahem..) should make this top of their list for a twosie, you're definitely going to want to do it more than once. Like any good ride I suppose......
As is the rule towards the arse end of a holiday, visiting new restaurants is a no no. What if you end up in another Buffalo Wild Wings instead of an Outback or Bobby Rubino's? Evening wasted. So it's with great pleasure we find ourselves back at Red Lobster. This is a very popular spot, and like most Yankee restaurants doesn't take reservations so, you turn up, tell them you're here and sit on a bench for an hour looking on enviously at all the people sitting down and having steaming platters of seafood brought to their tables by smiling waiters*. However there is a trick. If you phone up, and get told "We don't take reservations" you do get put on a priority list that gets you the first table big enough for your party after you arrive. The look on the faces of the sad fuckers,who just turned up on spec and are sitting on the really uncomfortable wooden benches, as we are whisked to the bar for a cheeky apéritif or two before dinner is priceless. We do have a good chuckle about it you know.
Actually, it's a night for making the most of it as Isaac is going to hit us with it's full force tomorrow and this could well be the last supper. So it's fist sized scallops, jumbo shrimp and mahoosive lobsters all round, washed down with pints of wine and gallons of beer. A right royal night is had by all and if we do meet our maker under a pile of rubble in the middle of the night, I can think of no finer send off than today!
*smiling waiters not necessarily available....
# posted by Bucko! @ 11:31 AM 
