Ok, So Sometimes I Tend To Eavesdrop

I forgot to blog about the conversation I heard last weekend at the outlets until now. I was walking in between stores and there were two guys (late twenties, early thirties) walking behind me. The one guy says to the other guy "Dude, just pray you have a boy. Because if you think shopping sucks now, shopping for little girls clothes is even worse. It makes me want to scratch my eyes out." Classic.

Let the Training Begin

I have told some of you, but for those of you that don't know I signed up to do the 3 Day, 60 mile walk for Breast Cancer in Philadelphia in October....because I was temporarily insane. Anyway, I decided that I should probably start getting ready for it now. I'd done 6 miles on the treadmill at the gym without any drama. So yesterday morning, in temperatures just slightly above freezing, I laced up my walking shoes, filled up my water bottle, charged up my ipod and set off to a local walking trail to do 10 miles (5 miles out and 5 miles back). Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. The first two miles were the hardest because after about a half hour of walking I hit the two mile mark and was think "I walked all that way and its only 2 miles. That's crap!" But I kept going and because its an out and back type trail, when I hit 5 miles I had no choice but to walk the 5 miles back. I was also praying that my ipod wouldn't die because the worst thing was that I got bored, but it didn't die and so I was ok. Plus I don't know which way the wind was blowing whether it was from Hershey or the M&M Mars factory in Elizabethtown, but the last mile smelled like chocolate the entire time, so that was nice. Then I got home and realized I had only walked 1/6 of what I'd be doing in October and wanted to cry.

Shopping Ridiculousness

Saturday I went to the Outlets at Hershey because as every well seasoned shopper knows President's Day Weekend = Sales. I bought a lot of stuff, but I think perhaps the best thing I bought was this.

Yes, that's a purple Coach Ipod carrier. Isn't it awesome! Did I need this at all? No. Is it utter frivolity? Yes. Did I have any choice in buying it? Definitely not. I HAD to have it!

The Stupid Thing I Did Today

Let me preface this by saying that I've been sick and this cold has completely kicked my ass. I'm pretty much over it except for being extremely tired ALL the TIME. Even though I sleep a shit load, I'll get up and be like I want to take a nap.

So this morning, I got up for work, and walked out of my apartment. I turned back to face my front door and hit the lock button on my car key as if that would somehow work on my apartment door. Then to make matters worse when I didn't hear a clicking door locking sound, I did it again. Only then did I realize what a tired idiot I was.

In semi-related news, Danielle's new job at the casino has kicked into full gear. She hasn't really totally adjusted to the 3am - noon shift yet and I've discovered that extremely tired Danielle is almost as amusing on the phone as extremely drunk Danielle (though there's less profanity involved). It's especially funny when you get her confused about what day it is.

A Gift From Downstairs

I opened my front door this morning to get my paper and found this on my doorknob.

The label on the front says H.N.Y. (Sis A). Only after after opening the gift did I realize that it meant Happy New Year and Sis A is the old lady whose apartment is directly below mine. After opening the bag I found this.

It has a picture of two rolly polly happy Chinese people on it and has some Chinese characters on the top. The bag of the envelope says Hallmark. Who knew! I opened that envelope and found

Isn't Sis so cute! My fortune was "If you continually give, you will continually have."

Yesterday my Office Closed Because of Rain?

I'm still not completely sure what happened. Yesterday morning we were getting a "wintry mix" of freezing rain, sleet and regular rain, but alas no one called and said don't come in, so I had to go. I did ponder that my boss was just dicking with my department and would proudly announce when we all showed up "look how dedicated my workers are. They all showed up even though the office was closed!" which is totally something she would do. Anyway, I went out and my car was completely incased in ice. Like if a caveman had a Honda Accord that was suddenly discovered floating in a glacier that's what my car looked like yesterday. So I go and other people are there as well so apparently the office is open. The whole day then it rains and all the ice that was on cars and trees melts and everything is fine. Then around 2:00, we get an e-mail from the COO saying "the offices will be closed in the afternoon due to bad weather. Drive safely." WOOHOO. My manager was really bitter about the whole thing and came over and mumbled "didya see the e-mail?" I wasn't really sure what to do. It didn't look bad out, but maybe it was worse out than I could see from my foot wide window. We do have offices all over the state, so maybe there was bad weather near one of them, but the COO was in Harrisburg. I know because she was in the office across from me when the e-mail went out and I looked over and gave her an endearing smile. So who am I to argue? Especially since we really don't have a snow policy in effect and I'm not sure whether we get paid for it or not, there was no way I was staying. I went home. Put on my pajamas and then in about two hours went to the gym. One of the roads was closed because of flooding, but other than that everything was fine. I'm still kinda clueless as to what exactly happened.

Psychotic Thought of the Day

Did you ever think to yourself "my God, I hope no one has a hidden camera in my apartment and is secretly videotaping me"? Not because of the whole invasion of privacy issue but because of the weird things you do when you are home along. Last Thursday at yoga class we had a head stand workshop and were told to go home and practice. So if someone is videtaping me they would see me about twice a day on my head with my feet up on the wall and even worse I really haven't discovered an elegant way to get down (since I'm facing the wall and can't just step down like you would in a normal headstand and there also isn't room to just roll out of it) so I normally just fall sideways and hope to miss my washer/dryer.

Does This Make Any Sense to You?

Today at the gym I was driving around along with several other cars driving around searching for the closest space to the door. Doesn't that seem like a paradox? We're trying to find the a place so that we don't have to walk very far to go in and work out. That seems a little weird.

Opinions Wanted

Has anyone else seen Sweeney Todd? I just saw the movie and am slightly traumatized by the whole experience. Thanks for picking that one, Danielle!

Just to give you a little insight here is the "plot keywords" that imdb uses for the movie: Judge, Baker, Infatuation, Guardian, Cannibalism, Underage Drinking, Trapdoor, Tragedy, Wig, Widow, Unrequited Love, Burned Alive, Restaurant, Trial, Widower, Beggar, Child In Peril, Jealousy, Cellar, Madhouse, Shaving, Name Change, Escaped Convict, Murder, Secret Door, Sewer, Bakery, Remake, Black Comedy, Seaman, Corpse, Wedding, Rescue, Based On Musical, Picnic, Young Love, Assault, Confession, Barbershop, London England, Corset, Psychopath, Throat Slitting, Lust, Razor, Oven, Presumed Dead, Love At First Sight, Fantasy Sequence, Wager, Key, Fake Accent, Deception, Gothic, Uxoricide, Death Threat, Blackmail, Serial Killer, 1850s, Flashback Sequence, Title Spoken By Character, Character Name In Title, Twist In The End

I think they missed musical or singing or something like that.

How I Single Handedly Went from One of the Coolest People In So Cal to One of the Dorkiest People in So Cal in Less than 5 hours

So yesterday, I went by my dad's booth at the convention center. Life was great! I'm hanging out with all the drummers that are there to sign autographs (hey, Jason Bonham, how are you doing? I'm good. Thanks for asking), I'm daughter of the company's president (why yes, I would like another water thank you), I'm being invited to after parties the next time the band is in PA (sure, go ahead, write your e-mail address on this piece of paper and I'll e-mail you), and I'm wearing my fab Vera Wang Purple Jeweled Ballet Flats (yes, they are fab, aren't they.) I was pretty much living the high life to the full extent.

Flash forward 4 1/2 hours. I'm at the Medieval Times restaurant. I have a paper crown on my head, am eating chicken with my fingers and am cheering my heart out for the green knight (who also happens to be the evil knight...which somehow makes the cheering more fun). I had an absolute blast, but all my coolness from earlier that day was gone.

The True LA Experience

Last night I was on my way back from a fancy dinner at Orange Hill Restaurant (I had the filet
oscar...yummy) with my parents, some of my dad's VP's, and some of his biggest clients. We were in a limo. (By the way the limo driver got lost on the way there and on the way back and my mom was yelling at him through the little window because she knew where we were supposed to be going). Anyway, we were mooned by a girl in and SUV. They were making a lot of noise, so I looked out...Big Butt. I then looked around to the other people in the limo who were engrossed in some musical babble about flutes in Japan or something. No one else saw. Can you believe that?

Letterboxing

I'm on vacation, but nothing really exciting/funny has happened so I've decided to tell you about one of my newest hobbies. Its called letterboxing. For those of you who have never heard of such a thing, I'll tell you about it, but also check out this link. It's kind of like a scavenger/treasure hunt. (Yes, I'm a dork). No there are no prizes...I realize for some of you this makes it lame. So here's my brief explanation of what basic letterboxing is. Someone hides a letterbox and puts the clue online. (There's a couple of different sites where you can find them). Some clues are hard and involve puzzles: others are really straight forward. In each letterbox is a stamp (sometimes handmade sometimes store bought) and a log book. Each person hunting for letterboxes also has a stamp and a log book. When you find a hidden box, you stamp into their log book and stamp their stamp in yours. That's basically it. It's just a hobby and it gets you out doors and take you all different places.

I first learned about letterboxing at a conference thing for work. Since then I've told my mom about it and she's gone totally letterboxing nuts. I have 45 finds. Now everywhere we go my mom brings letterboxing stuff with her. Back at Thanksgiving, she sprained both her ankles and has a hard time getting around...my dad calls her Shuffles, which if you knew my dad really wouldn't be as mean as it sounds. This didn't stop my mom from letterboxing with me like crazy women yesterday. She was under bushes and all over the place and was telling me to "climb that tree" or "go over that fence".

Anyway, that's my brief post on letterboxing. I thought some of you might be interested. It's funny to see where the boxes are. They're anywhere from in retail stores and amusement parks to at the end of a 5 mile hike. If you want anymore info, let me know.

No, Not The Shoes!

So yesterday was a traveling day to Anaheim, CA. I think you all know how exciting my traveling experiences are. I had to take a little detour. Instead of flying from Chicago to Orange County, I had to fly Chicago to Dallas to Orange County. Unfortunately, my luggage did not take the same detour. As the baggage carousel emptied and my baggage was nowhere in sight, I was only a little annoyed. It was also a little worrying that when I left Harrisburg, the baggage stickering machines were broken so that tag that they had to put on my luggage was hand written. It was only when I realized that my new, never-worn, purple, awesome Vera Wang shoes were in my luggage that I really got pissed. NOOOOO!!! Not the shoes. Luckily sometime last night, the luggage miraculously appeared at my hotel (with the shoes in them).

The Worst Laffy Taffy EVER

Today at the pointless trianing I had to take, they had candy on the table and I took a Laffy Taffy. Here were the jokes:

What happened to the wind? It blew away.

When was meat so high? When the cow jumped over the moon.

I'm sorry Katie A from Manhatten, KS and Scott P. from Angola, IN, but your jokes suck and make no sense and are the worst jokes in Laffy Taffy history!

I'm Not Sure If This Is a Good Idea or Not

Today at the Dollar Tree store, I saw that they have pregnancy tests on sale. Please keep in mind that everything in that store is $1.

My Mom is a Crazy Lady

Yesterday, the Notre Dame women's basketball team's game against the Evil Empire Tennessee was on CBS. Here is an excerpt from my phone conversation with my mom following the game.

Me: Hey, I think I saw you guys on TV in the background. Did you have something on your head?
Mom: uh....yeah
Me: What did you have on your head?
Mom: A green balloon that we were supposed to use to distract the people at the foul line, but your dad made it into a hat for me.

Yes, my mom was on national TV with a green balloon hat on. Now you see where I get it from because all of you know that if I had been there my mom and I would've been side by side with balloon hats.

Disney World, the Final Chapter

Ok, My New Year's Resolution is to finish this series because its taken WAY too long to finish it.

Where were we? Oh yeah, Paradise Island. So the show at the Comedy Club was ok, but because we were already tipsy, it was HYSTERICAL. From there we went to the BET club (because we had agreed we were checking out all the clubs) and to our surprise, it was full of old white people. Go figure! We then went to the Adventurer's Club which is modeled after an English Gentleman's club except with a bit of a Disney twist. Picture talking masks on the wall. Danielle had another Long Island (3) and I had a Amaretto Sour (3). We were ushered into the "library" for a little Christmas show which again was funnier than it should have been due to the "merriment" that we had been having. Danielle kept interrupting the show by continuously whispering "I gotta pee." So after the show our first course of action was finding a bathroom, but the first bathroom was not adequate because it was too crowded and according to Danielle there was "too much pressure." We found a less pressure packed bathroom.

We continued our trek across Pleasure Island at 8Trax, the disco club. We managed to stay just long enough to see the ridiculous light up dance floor and be hit on by some creepy, questionably straight guy. We went next door to Mannequins the "techno club" which apparently doubles as a gay club (at least while we were there). We actually stayed there longer. Tried out the revolving dance floor where there was according to Danielle lots of "penis on penis gay action." We also realized we needed another drink, so we went to the bar. Two gay guys recommended the bartender Robbie because he is awesome and decorates your glass. The guy showed us his cup which said "I'm hot" in pink sharpie. Robbie asked us if we wanted doubles and of course we said sure. Actually I think Danielle's exact words were "Hell Yeah!" I had a double tequila sunrise (5) and Danielle had a double Mambo Punch (5) which came in a really cool glass because it was a signature drink.

We left Robbie and moved onto Motion (the Top 40 club). It was pretty lame. No one was dancing except for one techno guy who seemed to belong back at Mannequins. We left there pretty quickly and went to our last club of the evening the Beach Club. Hip Kitty was playing and sounded pretty good so we found a pair of benches on the second floor and I went and got this:

Filled with liquor! Actually it was filled with a Funmeister, which the bartender recommended. I'm not sure what's in a Funmeister. Some melon stuff, maybe some sour mix...I don't know. It was kinda sour and yummy. Just as I begin enjoying my bucket, a creepy guy with no teeth who smells like tobacco pounces on us. He had a non creepy kinda cute friend but he didn't really do anything but stick back. The best part was that Danielle was drunk and so was perfectly content speaking her mind. At one point, the creepy guy said "Come on, I want to show you a good time." To which Danielle responds sarcastically "I'm sure you do." Another time the creepy guy was in between us, and has his arms (ICK!) around both of us and while talking was not exactly looking at our eyes to which Danielle yelled "Are you looking at boobies?" Creepy guy then at one point asked where we were staying. Danielle blatantly paused and then pulled "The Swan Club" out of her ass. To her credit The Swan is a Disney hotel. Creepy guy eventually gives up, kisses each of us on the cheek (any disinfectant around?) and leaves. We hang out a little more. Danielle makes some drunk phone calls and drunk text messages before we also decide to call it a night. On the way out our gay friends from Mannequins, tell us to go get my bucket filled by Robbie.

Thank God for WDW transportation. We try not to be too loud or act like too big of fools as we ride the bus back to the hotel with people much younger than us. I think we did ok except that I kept turning to Danielle, pointing to my bucket and saying "I drank that." We get back to our room and Danielle passes out on top of the bed spread, in her clothes, next to her pajamas that she had laid out before we left, with her feet on her pillow and her head at the bottom of the bed. I change, brush my teeth and say "are you just going to stay like that?" "uh-huh." Then I took a picture.

The next day was the day we left. We went to check into our flight at our hotel but they only had my reservation on the flight and not Danielle's. After calling US Air three times, we confirmed that she did have a reservation. We were switched to a flight through Philly, instead of Charlotte, but other than that got home safe and sound.

The End

The Rest of the Trip

I'm just going to lump the rest of the trip together in one massive post and get it over with. If I run out of time writing, I'll post what I have and finish the rest later.

So this was the last full day of our trip, we went to Animal Kingdom. There really wasn't anything exciting that happened. Danielle called her mom and heard that there was terrible weather back in PA and that it was supposed to continue for the next couple days. We freaked out a little bit because we were supposed to be flying back late the next night. Danielle called the airlines to see if we could get an earlier flight. Here is the part of the conversation that I heard.

"Hi, we're trying to see if there is an earlier flight because of bad weather tomorrow....Orlando to Charlotte and then Harrisburg...one through Philly, gets us in at 2pm....$100 per person? um...just put us back on the other one...no, not Hartford, Harrisburg...Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, just put us back on that...we're not going to Hartford. We're going to Harrisburg."

That evening we decided to go bar/club hopping at Pleasure Island. Danielle has a three drink maximum. Please keep this in mind. We get to Pleasure Island a little early. Nothing is open yet, but there are people working outside of the Comedy Club, so I go to talk to one of them about when it opens, when show times are, etc. I walk up to a person. He/She/It has long blond hair, beautiful acrylic nails, a baritone voice and a name tag that says Bridgette. He/She/It was fabulous and very nice. Bridgette helps us get bracelets so that we don't have to pull out our ID at every bar. The show at the comedy club starts in about an hour, so we decide to go there first since it seems to be the first thing opening.

Luckily there are bars open on the sidewalks outside of the club. We both get Long Island Iced Teas (1,1) because the bar tender said it was "the most bang for your buck." And it was. Even though I'm counting both of these as 1, it was a lot more than one. We find a nice bench to sit on and sip our Long Islands. There are some people standing nearby from Scranton, PA that are on the phone hearing about all the icky weather, so we start talking to them. Their little daughter sits down on the bench beside me, and she has a plastic fish which she starts making talk to me, so now I'm sipping a Long Island iced tea and talking to a fish. They leave and we decide to move closer to the Comedy Club because it looks like people are starting to gather. Before we get there, a guy dressed as a reindeer on bouncey stilts, bounces up to us and starts talking to us. So now I've talked to a transgendered person, a fish and a reindeer all within about a half hour of arriving. It has to be the start of a good night. We get in line, but before we do decide to get more drinks at the stand outside. We choose drinks off of their signature drinks list. Danielle gets a Mambo Punch (2) and I get a Rage in a Cage (2). We get seated at a table down front at the comedy club which is a little frightening, but nothing bad happens. We don't order more drinks, but we do get a box of popcorn which I would swear is the best popcorn that I've ever had.

Well, I have to go to lunch with Carmen and Amanda, so I'll finish this post some time later.

Day 4: Epcot Center

First of all, Merry Christmas everyone! Now, onto the post.

I first have to tell you about a dream I had about Epcot a couple of weeks before we had left. I dreamed that I was at Epcot Center and met Matthew McConaughey there. So that everyone would believe me that I had met him, he recorded my voicemail message on my cell phone. I'm not sure what this has to do with anything, but I felt like I needed to tell you.

We were a little late getting on our way that morning because we were so engrossed in an episode of Judge Alex that we couldn't leave before there was a ruling. Here's a line from the episode "So, I called him up and said 'hey, baby's daddy.'" Classic. We went to Epcot and our bus driver needed to pull up directions on her little GPS unit to get there, so that's always interesting. One of the first rides we went on was Mission Space. We were a little nervous. Mission Space, for anyone that hasn't heard, is a ride that is supposed to give you the G forces and actual feelings of taking off in a space ship. There were two paths you could pick: the green side (the less intense) and the orange side (the more intense). When you first enter, they hand you a card for your side which has all the warnings about the bad things that might happen if you ride and all the restrictions of why you shouldn't ride (if you're pregnant, if you are claustrophobic, if you get motion sickness, whatever). Danielle and I chose the orange side because we are experienced ride riders, so how bad could it be? I get a little nervous because during the whole wait there are announcements and videos and placards about how if you are unsure, you should go on the green side. We stay with orange anyway and get a little more nervous when we are loaded on the ride and there are barf bags on the console in front of us. We still went on and didn't really find anything bad about it.

Another ride we went on was Test Track, and we are about 95% sure that we were in line with a guy we went to high school with. We kept looking at him and he kept looking at us. The reason that there is still 5% of doubt is because we didn't actually ask him. We didn't really know how to start that conversation which was further complicated by the fact that two brothers went to our high school and we weren't exactly sure which one it was.

Then we headed to the International area. We ate in the Mexico pavilion which was yummy. I thought about buying my boss TT something from the Germany pavilion and really confuse her since she was already having enough problems remembering that I was on vacation. Outside of the Japan area was a woman forming what looked like colored taffy into little figures. I could only understand about every third word she was saying, and it went something like this "Candy...yum yum...Froggie...Froggie shoe...Nother Froggie shoe...yum yum...candy" Then we went to the boulangerie/patisserie in France because Danielle was on a search for chocolate cake. I thought about breaking out some of my mad French skillz, but all the workers looked too bitchy, so I didn't.

Then I took Danielle to Soarin'. I had first been on Soarin in Disney's California Adventure and loved it. Soarin is in like an IMAX theater type place, but you sit on a bench that looks like a hang glider, and it is actually lifted up so that you are in the middle of the screen, so not only do you feel like you are high and flying over California, but you are actually pretty high. Now, i briefly forgot that Danielle was scared of heights, and when I was telling her about the ride in line, she broke out in a cold sweat, but decided to go anyway. There was a guy in front of us that was throwing out more curse words and inappropriate language than I had heard on the entire trip to Disney. At one point, the woman of indeterminate relation in front of him was trying to put her book bag into the pouch underneath the seat for the ride and said "I don't think its going to fit." I'm going to let you imagine his response. Please be as dirty as you want, because he went on for about 5 minutes on it not really concerned that there was a 6 year old child beside him.

We went to see a show (ok, actually it was 'The Circle of Life: An Environmental Fable') and before the show they go into the "please no flash photography. If you need to exit prior to the end of the show, yada yada yada." We hear a guy go over to the Disney cast member and say "what do you mean, no flash? Am I not allowed in?" I turn around to see a guy wearing this.

Loser. I turn to Danielle and say "how many times do you think he's done that today? Because I doubt its the first."

We decide to fore go fireworks because they are 2 hours away and we have pretty much done every single thing at Epcot (shopping, shows, everything). On our way out we see that Spaceship Earth (aka the thing in the big ball) has the gate open. In the morning we were told that Spaceship Earth was closed for refurbishing, and there was a big construction barrier around it. The cast member at the gate said this time that they "weren't supposed to be open, but they were testing it for anyone that wanted to ride." Sure, we're game. Though it does make you a little nervous when there is an engineer standing right beside the control panel as you get on the ride. Parts of the ride had to be brand spanking new because they still smelled like construction and paint and wood. Well, guess what, we get stuck. Luckily we're not in an as annoying place as at the Pirates of the Caribbean. The sound for that area just plays once and is done. We finally get restarted and leave Epcot for the day. No, Matthew McConaughey.

Day 5: A bucket of Funmeister

Evening 3: Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party

Ever since we first booked our trip, Danielle's mom had been bugging us about if we were going to Mickey's Christmas Party. The answer was no because it was kinda expensive, and I had read that it was crowded and lame. But when my dad scored us free tickets, we could hardly pass them up, and we figured since they were free that we wouldn't feel like we had to stay if it was crowded/lame.

We were pretty exhausted from a funfilled day at MGM, but Danielle had promised someone a T-shirt that you can ONLY get at the Christmas party and since we did have free tickets we thought that we'd go, grab the T-shirt and maybe a cup of free hot cocoa and then bolt. We took a bus to the closest hotel to the Magic Kingdom and then got on the monorail. While we were on the monorail, a woman was talking as loud as possible on her cell phone in the car. Seriously heard every word she said and knew when and where she was planning on meeting her friend. At one of the stops, she starts frantically looking around and screaming "where am I? Where am I?" Pure comedy.

We arrive at the Magic Kingdom and all the "cast members" are dressed in their holly jolly best uniforms. I would seriously kill myself if I had to where something like that. I can't really describe it except that it was a dress that a five year old might wear for Christmas with holly all over it and a bow in their hair. Our plan was immediately derailed because a parade was supposed to start any minute and there was pretty much no where to move to. We figured we'd watch the parade (plus we had no idea where to find the special T-shirt). Unfortunately we were in the parade Nazi's section. Each section of the street has a staff member assigned to it to try to keep people off the parade route and keep some semblance of order. At one point a woman stepped back into the "walkway" area to take a picture. The parade Nazi marched up and with two wands that looked like the kind people use to direct airplanes (except blue) began waving in front of the woman's camera. The woman was obviously pissed, but went away as she was told.

The parade was the longest and slowest moving parade I have ever seen which was bad because Danielle had to pee and the bathroom was across the street. After the parade, and Danielle peeing, we went to look for the special shirt. Came across one problem. We were looking for a red T-shirt and green sweatshirt, but they only had green T-shirts and red sweatshirts (or vice versa, I don't really remember.) After sending Danielle to two other stores, while I reserve the coveted clothing in the first store, Danielle makes an executive decision and buys the green T-shirt and red sweatshirt. Also while waiting I pondered buying the "scratch and sniff" night shirt that smells like chocolate, because that's sexy, right?

After buying the shirt, I go and get my free scalding hot chocolate and sugar cookies (YEAH!!) and Danielle gets apple juice (boo!). We decide to pick 1 show to go to (Mickey's Twas the Night Before Christmas). As we're waiting for it to start, a woman plops down her five year old in our row (it's pretty crowded), and orders her to "stay here" while she goes and sits in the back. Danielle thinks that's a great move because "we all know that all shows at Disney World leave out in an orderly fashion and she'll have no problem finding that kid later." Luckily the kid was smart enough to realize that this was not a good decision and went back to sit with mom.

We went home exhausted.

Stay tuned: Day 4 -- Epcot Center and That's What She Said.