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Yesterday our flight was delayed for 2 hours. They tried to tell us that it was because the airplane battery had died before the plane was able to take off from Tampa to NY. Oh, but then why were there about five helicopters circling this tiny, out of the way airport all morning? Hmm. It makes one think.

Last night it was 37 degrees here in Florida. My cousin Stacey and I went swimming anyway. The pool was heated, but, as the air around it was not, there were a few moments, from the pool to the hotel room, in which I thought I was going to die. But today it was about 70 degrees and sunny, with a nice breeze. I almost can't remember what it was like to be back up in NY, wind chill 20 effing below, car frozen to the ground, air freezing your lungs and eyes. Oh, wait, yes I can.

I had Hula class this morning with the Disney Hula contingent. Kawehi taught it (his basics were pretty strenuous; I wish we did it like that every week in our halau, but alas, for certain reasons, we can't. >_> ) After basics he taugh a Hula to the song Hopoe, which is one of my favorite songs--you know, the "make you cry when you hear it" kinds of songs. So I was really thrilled, and I think I was able to write most of it down after class on the monorail. Afterward, Auntie Kau'i (angel) was teaching Maori and poi balls, and I really wanted to stay for that, but everyone was waiting for me.

So today I indulged in remarkably bad form. As we were waiting on line for the Pirates ride in the Magic Kingdom, this mother and her teenage daughter blatantly, rudely, shamelessly cut in front of us on line. I tried all the "excuse me?!" kinds of things, but they would insist on pretending not to hear any of that. So they ended up a few seats in front of us on the ride. (Okay, which leads me to ask, why do people do that? It doesn't get you on the ride too much faster, so what's the point, other than to prove that they can get away with it?) Sometimes I can't wait for karma to get involved, so as we got into a dark part of the ride, I opened my water bottle, aimed it at her, and gave it a good squeeze. My aim was true. She squealed like the pig that she was. It felt great.

Here's one that's worse, though. On the line for Space Mountain, this family of four is on line with us. Mother, father, and two young sons, around seven and five years old. The five year old was very small. So, they're in front of us, and all of a sudden I notice the mother pulling her oldest boy along by the arm and scolding him. He loooked a little "off" for some reason, and I found myself listening. She was telling him, "you're going on this ride whether you want to or not!" He was telling her he was sick, and she says, "You made yourself sick on purpose to get out of going on this ride!" Sure enough, the little boy hurls all over the floor. So, I tried to get the attention of one of the workers, and the worker came over. The mother was now really scolding the boy and telling him, "You're stil going on! Just hold it in!" And I said to the worker that I maybe the little boy was too sick to ride. They had an interesting way of trying to deal with it. They pulled the father and the youngest boy out of the line and tried to say that the boy was too small to ride. (Which, actually, he was.) So now the bitch mother starts to lay it to th workers (a few of them were involved by now.) She's going, "That's ridiculous, he's been on it three times, you people are terrible and how could you do this" and blah blah blah. So when they take the father and youngest boy to measure the boy, the bitch mother shoves her oldest boy into the seat, gets in behind him, and holds him there. I guess Disney's policy is to not get involved (with which I disagree,) because they didn't make her get off. And she left the father and youngest boy behind, but I guess the father eventually bullied the workers enough, because they let them ride, too. The bitch mother, when she saw them after the ride, was totally triumphant. "See! They were being ridiculous by trying to stop us, I'm glad they finally did the right thing!" This, of course, as she's changing the oldest boy's shirt because he puked on the ride, too.

I don't think I can wish enough bad things on her at this point. The only thing I can hope is that when she's old and crapping herself, her boys can tell her, "You made yourself do that, and now you have to sit in it." Let's just hope.

Well, aside from those two awful things, it was a nice day. They have this new fireworks display down here, and, while the music and theme are pretty cheesy, the fireworks were splendid. In fact, I can almost say I've never seen more amazing fireworks. They seem to have this new kind that sort of delay. Like, they'll explode, then the fireworks will hold for a second, then they go racing off! It was really quite something. They also had fireworks in the shapes of hearts, and one with a face! The theme of it, though, is wishes. In fact, it's called "Wishes." So basically it's all about, well, making wishes, if you think about it. I have to admit that I made a wish while watching it, myself. I wished that I could decide who lived and who died. They say that wishes all come true if you believe in it with all your heart. We shall see.

Oh, then a funny thing on the line to the teacups. This little girl in front of me, she has to be around six, starts waving at me. I've never seen this child in my life, so at first I'm like, "Eh?" But then I said hi to her and smiled, and she goes, "Hi, Tinkerbell!" Stacey cracked up. I was tempted to say, "Yeah, I get that a lot." (For anyone who doesn't know, I'm 5'9" [and a half!] and have very dark hair. So very Tinkerbell-like.)


Epcot Center tomorrow! My favorite!

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Yesterday our flight was delayed for 2 hours. They tried to tell us that it was because the airplane battery had died before the plane was able to take off from Tampa to NY. Oh, but then why were there about five helicopters circling this tiny, out of the way airport all morning? Hmm. It makes one think.

Last night it was 37 degrees here in Florida. My cousin Stacey and I went swimming anyway. The pool was heated, but, as the air around it was not, there were a few moments, from the pool to the hotel room, in which I thought I was going to die. But today it was about 70 degrees and sunny, with a nice breeze. I almost can't remember what it was like to be back up in NY, wind chill 20 effing below, car frozen to the ground, air freezing your lungs and eyes. Oh, wait, yes I can.

I had Hula class this morning with the Disney Hula contingent. Kawehi taught it (his basics were pretty strenuous; I wish we did it like that every week in our halau, but alas, for certain reasons, we can't. >_> ) After basics he taugh a Hula to the song Hopoe, which is one of my favorite songs--you know, the "make you cry when you hear it" kinds of songs. So I was really thrilled, and I think I was able to write most of it down after class on the monorail. Afterward, Auntie Kau'i (angel) was teaching Maori and poi balls, and I really wanted to stay for that, but everyone was waiting for me.

So today I indulged in remarkably bad form. As we were waiting on line for the Pirates ride in the Magic Kingdom, this mother and her teenage daughter blatantly, rudely, shamelessly cut in front of us on line. I tried all the "excuse me?!" kinds of things, but they would insist on pretending not to hear any of that. So they ended up a few seats in front of us on the ride. (Okay, which leads me to ask, why do people do that? It doesn't get you on the ride too much faster, so what's the point, other than to prove that they can get away with it?) Sometimes I can't wait for karma to get involved, so as we got into a dark part of the ride, I opened my water bottle, aimed it at her, and gave it a good squeeze. My aim was true. She squealed like the pig that she was. It felt great.

Here's one that's worse, though. On the line for Space Mountain, this family of four is on line with us. Mother, father, and two young sons, around seven and five years old. The five year old was very small. So, they're in front of us, and all of a sudden I notice the mother pulling her oldest boy along by the arm and scolding him. He loooked a little "off" for some reason, and I found myself listening. She was telling him, "you're going on this ride whether you want to or not!" He was telling her he was sick, and she says, "You made yourself sick on purpose to get out of going on this ride!" Sure enough, the little boy hurls all over the floor. So, I tried to get the attention of one of the workers, and the worker came over. The mother was now really scolding the boy and telling him, "You're stil going on! Just hold it in!" And I said to the worker that I maybe the little boy was too sick to ride. They had an interesting way of trying to deal with it. They pulled the father and the youngest boy out of the line and tried to say that the boy was too small to ride. (Which, actually, he was.) So now the bitch mother starts to lay it to th workers (a few of them were involved by now.) She's going, "That's ridiculous, he's been on it three times, you people are terrible and how could you do this" and blah blah blah. So when they take the father and youngest boy to measure the boy, the bitch mother shoves her oldest boy into the seat, gets in behind him, and holds him there. I guess Disney's policy is to not get involved (with which I disagree,) because they didn't make her get off. And she left the father and youngest boy behind, but I guess the father eventually bullied the workers enough, because they let them ride, too. The bitch mother, when she saw them after the ride, was totally triumphant. "See! They were being ridiculous by trying to stop us, I'm glad they finally did the right thing!" This, of course, as she's changing the oldest boy's shirt because he puked on the ride, too.

I don't think I can wish enough bad things on her at this point. The only thing I can hope is that when she's old and crapping herself, her boys can tell her, "You made yourself do that, and now you have to sit in it." Let's just hope.

Well, aside from those two awful things, it was a nice day. They have this new fireworks display down here, and, while the music and theme are pretty cheesy, the fireworks were splendid. In fact, I can almost say I've never seen more amazing fireworks. They seem to have this new kind that sort of delay. Like, they'll explode, then the fireworks will hold for a second, then they go racing off! It was really quite something. They also had fireworks in the shapes of hearts, and one with a face! The theme of it, though, is wishes. In fact, it's called "Wishes." So basically it's all about, well, making wishes, if you think about it. I have to admit that I made a wish while watching it, myself. I wished that I could decide who lived and who died. They say that wishes all come true if you believe in it with all your heart. We shall see.

Oh, then a funny thing on the line to the teacups. This little girl in front of me, she has to be around six, starts waving at me. I've never seen this child in my life, so at first I'm like, "Eh?" But then I said hi to her and smiled, and she goes, "Hi, Tinkerbell!" Stacey cracked up. I was tempted to say, "Yeah, I get that a lot." (For anyone who doesn't know, I'm 5'9" [and a half!] and have very dark hair. So very Tinkerbell-like.)


Epcot Center tomorrow! My favorite!