"Don't eat the snow, it's actually soap"
- What I learned on my short trip to Disney.

It was a good 3 day, 2 night trip, a reason to be lazy again. Two and a half days of busy-busy-busy. It was fun, a lot of fun. I really hope that Eric was happy with the trip. We spent the three days walking a lot. And Eric kept up.

Tuesday, the airplane flight was pretty good, although Eric was disappointed with the way the pilots flew; I think it was their landing actually. Then again I was laughing at the fact that Eric didn't notice that they changed the departure gate either, and I just kinda sat down and called him up, instead of going over to gate 3 and telling him that it was gate 4. I was surprised he didn't really shave. I kicked the passengers’ asses in their Song Trivia Challenge. My highest score? 7250.
We stayed at the "Pop century resort" or was that hotel? Eh, whatever. The whole thing was pop culture from the 50s to the 90s. And what was in the arcade? A Pump It Up machine. So I played while my sister checked us in. For three days, Eric was Eric Pascua. Heh. We stayed in the 80s and it was really odd standing inside a Rubik’s cube.

We stopped by the All Star Cafe, since my sister had like 40% off there. My sister and Eric had a half slab of ribs. Them and ribs. That wasn't the only time they bought the same thing, but I digress. I think I got the Chicken Alfredo; that was good, a classic to get anywhere really. And it was pretty cheap, in comparison. We headed over to MGM and watched their Chronicles of Narnia thing. It kinda destroyed it for my sister. But that wasn't the odd part. There was a woman with Torretts in front of us and outta nowhere she was screaming. She screamed because the people in front of her wanted her to kindly take a step back. And her (apparently it was her) mother was trying to calm her down. So every other word was like a shout. You should see the face of the little girl whose mother told the woman with torretts.

We then tackled the Tower of Terror. And it was good, well worth 40 minutes. The premise was not as good as I'd have wanted, especially after watching several episodes on New Year's Day, but the ride was very fun. And it was much more fun at night. We hopped over to Magic Kingdom and caught the nightly parade. Big thing? No minorities. No Mulan, Pocahontas, or Jasmine. Oh well. We ran over to a no wait Pirates of the Caribbean. And it was good. We went to try the tomorrow land tour thingy while the fire works were going to catch it, but it didn't help, but we caught the end half. Ah fireworks are beautiful.

Wednesday was a blur through Epcot. A few things here and there that I have seen, a few that were new, or new since I was like 8. If it wasn't for my sister telling me that the dancing woman from Mo'rockin was 40 I would never had guessed. I really want to see that woman off duty, when she's teaching a night class for belly dancing, actually talking. More fireworks. More eating. Mickey mints are sexy.

And then all of a sudden it was over. I barely remember Thursday, other than the airplane flight, eating at The Olive Garden, and seeing Eric for the last time for weeks or so.

- Mike

PS If you wanna know what I did while I was waiting for my father at the airport? Check Late Mike Special.