Yoo Hoo, Disney EchoEars!
Continuing with a series of WDW trip reports from my friend Bruce Metcalf...
Metcalfs @ WDW day 17
Slept in again and had lunch for breakfast at the San Angel Inn.  Boy do I
ever wish there was a restaurant in my home town that could do things like
this with beans!  Even the chips here are superior.
We spent the bulk of the day just noodling about--shopping, asking very
pointed and peculiar questions of the Guest Services CMs (How many
crossties are there on the WDW RR?), and trying to find someone to help us
book the Backstage Breakfast for EMuck Day at WDW next December.  We spoke
to half a dozen Cast Members at the BoardWalk, trying to find one who know
who was in chage of booking meetings--nobody knew!
Finally, we were connected to someone who claimed she was in the right
department, but that she couldn't confirm availability or book us in, but
who took my phone number and email address and promised that we would be
contacted before the day was over.  Hello?  It's now past 1 a.m. and I'm
getting a little tired of waiting!  Boy am I ever going to have some sharp
words with a few people tomorrow.
After a movie at DD (_Event Horizon_--skip this one unless you like random
horror, it's *not* science fiction despite being set in the future), we
decided we wanted a quiet little dinner, and returned to our favorite
on-property restaurant:  The Coral Isle Cafe at the Polynesian.  Roast
pork, spicy chicken, garlic mashed potatos, we ate everything but the
flowers on the plates, and then our server asked why we didn't eat them (we
didn't realize they were edible).
We finished quickly, skipping dessert, so that we could rush (slowly) to
the beach to watch King Triton's Electrical Water Pageant.  This show is
very much like the older King Neptune's Electrical Water Pageant, except
that now the octopus and the king are now accompanied by music from _The
Little Mermaid_.  Pretty low-tech stuff, but just right at the end of an
evening.
For dessert, we went to ... the Coral Isle Cafe again.  (Did I mention that
we *really* like this place?)  A Volcano for me and some macadamia nut and
coconut pie for SWMBO.  Yum, as usual.
We are starting to feel our vacation winding down beneath us.
The feeling is bittersweet, but inevitable.  We find ourselves looking
around the different parks and resorts and asking ourselves, "Is there
anything else here we want to do?"  Thoughts of our cats, lawn, and jobs
also begin to drift by.  Did some major shopping today, in part because it
was our last chance, but mostly out of a feeling that we might thus sustain
the magic just a little longer than the vacation itself.
Tomorrow, we go back to the Magic Kingdom and try to load up on as much
pixie dust as we can hold.  It may have to last us a long time.  Earlier
madcap thoughts of shaving off my mustache and spending a day auditioning
at the Casting Center have evaporated under the glare of the job listings
in the newspaper and Disney's local jobline.  "Maybe in December when I'll
be between semesters and could *really* consider making a move," I tell
myself, already doubting that I'll muster the nerve then, either.
And now to bed, perchance to dream, perhaps to awaken to the magic just
one more day....
Bruce Metcalf,
EMuck Rufus,
mailto:bmetcalf@cdc3.cdc.net
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