Graduation/Disney Trip: Thursday – “I think I killed a colonist…”
On Thursday, the Bradshaw family bid our faithful dog, Marlee, adieu, piled up in the Scion, and headed for Florida for my graduation on Friday. Because it was in Florida, we left Thursday morning. The drive down was fairly uneventful. We stopped just over the Florida line to get lunch at Chick-Fil-A, otherwise known as Chick-Fa-La (but that’s another story…). So, we’re sitting there, and it’s chilly in the restaurant, where we’ve gone in to eat because we’re sick of sitting in the car, and we decide that milkshakes are in order for the continuing drive. We give Dad our orders and he goes to put them in. When he comes back and sits down and announces that our shakes will be brought out to us, Allie replies with “Our shakes?” with which she does a little shimmy shake. That brought on all of us doing the “shake” whenever the world “shake” was mentioned. Ask us and we may do it on command…
We got to the hotel and drug all of our stuff up to the room in one swoop. That evening, we were going to lunch/dinner (linner, dunch) at Olive Garden and then Allie and I were going to Disney Quest, this really awesome place at Downtown Disney that’s got all kinds of different video games and interactive games. Dad called and asked the concierge what time Disney Quest closed. He told Allie that it closed at 11pm. Allie said, that, okay, we would go to dinner and then go to Disney Quest because we had plenty of time because the place closed at 11pm. Dad turned and replied, “No it doesn’t, it closes at 11.” Allie looked at Dad; Allie looked at me; I looked at Dad. She and I started rolling with laughter. Dad looked like nothing was wrong. Needless to say, his repetitive-ness and redundancy made for easy fodder. Dinner was nice and Mom and Dad took Allie and I over to Disney Quest to play for awhile while they did other things. I will chronicle Allie and I’s adventures before detailing what happened to the parents.
Allie and I started out by paddling our own Jungle Cruise, seriously. You sit down in this raft that’s attached to an airbag that lifts you up and rocks you around in front of a screen. You have to paddle to move. Seriously. Lots of work, there. Then we were pirates that fired cannons at 3-D pirate ships. We played some lame Aladdin-carpet game that we still can’t figure out. Then, one of the most awesome parts of the night, we built and rode our own rollercoaster – The Jolly Banshee – 4 stars, 6 total inversions. It was awesome! We went to an art session where we learned to and successfully drew Mickey Mouse (Mom has the fruits of our labors). We played a game where we were comic book super heroes (in virtual reality helmets with “lightsabers”… yep, we looked like idiots). The final game we played was this mission simulator, where you climbed into the seat, like a Mars lander thing, and one person drives and one person shoots the aliens. The goal is to rescue colonists. The last thing the chick who was running the ride says to us is, “Don’t shoot the colonists.” I’m driving and Allie is shooting and we’re going along. Suddenly, Allie goes, sheepishly, “Oops… I think I shot a colonist…” Yup. I can’t make something like this up…
Mom and Dad, on the other hand, went to walk at Disney’s Boardwalk, which has some shops, but mostly is just really lovely land surrounding some of the parks and the man-made lake, there. They hung out there, then it started to pour. They got massively wet. It stopped raining and Dad decided that he wanted to go putt-putting at Disney’s course, Fantasia Gardens. Mom and Dad started the hardest course, the Fairways course, and it started to pour again on about hole 3. They ended up getting back in the car and hanging out, soaking wet, but got two rain checks out of the deal.
Needless to say, Allie and I did a little shopping, caught up with Mom and Dad, and we went back to the hotel to sleep.
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