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December 3, 2003 – Day Five
I wake at 6:15 and immediately know something is amiss. I feel
ill. Very ill. I haven’t felt this way in a long, long time.
I have a little trick that I read about years ago and I used with
my children when they were young… and sick. It’s a breathing
technique that, I believe, is based in yoga. I think it relies on
focusing your mind away from the discomfort and it (almost) always
worked with the kids. Not so much for me. I fought the feeling until
7:00 when…let me put this as delicately as possible…
have you heard of driving the porcelain bus? I drove it. I drove
it hard and long. I felt awful. Completely drained.
I crawled back to bed and slept until 9:00. This is unheard of
for me. At 9:00 I awoke and – you guessed it – decided
to drive some more. I slept off and on until 1:00 PM.
At 1:00, the nausea had subsided but I still felt a bit queasy and
totally spent. I have no idea what caused this (food poisoning?
Barb ate the same food.) but I’m blaming Wolfgang’s
barbecue chicken pizza. Barb popped out to the Boardwalk and grabbed
a salad for her and a Sprite for me. I wanted something cold and
sweet. I did eat a tomato wedge from her salad but was afraid to
risk anything more.
We (I, actually) had already wasted half a day so I thought we
should do something. Barb didn’t think a bus ride was in order
(smart girl) so she suggested Epcot. I dragged my wretched body
into the shower and got dressed. At 2:30 we headed out and I suggested
the boat to Epcot – I was really dragging. We never take the
boat.
We walked down to Future World and saw that M:S had only a 10-minute
wait, but we agreed that wouldn’t be a good move in my condition.
Damn. Test Track (TT) had a 50-minute Standby time and I thought
I could handle that so we picked up FPs for 4:36. We then wandered
back to World Showcase to catch some of Off Kilter’s 3:00
show. I had decided I needed some sustenance and thought a soft
pretzel would work. There are no pretzel stands between TT and Canada.
In Canada, barb asked at the Popcorn stand where we could get
a pretzel and was told that America would be the closest. We hung
out and listened to Off Kilter play We Three Kings on the bagpipes,
followed by several of their standards. We then went in search of
the pretzel.
No carts by America (do they have pretzels inside?) so we continued
to Germany. As I walked up to the cart, another guy got there just
ahead of me. He looks at the menu, and then shouts back to his wife
“What do we want?” She shouts back “Two cokes
and a pretzel”. Can you see it coming? The CM takes the last
pretzel, my pretzel, and gives it to this heathen with his cokes.
I step up and ask if there are any more. Not for 20 minutes, I’m
told. They do send me to the beer line in Germany where, thank God,
they have pretzels.
I take one and Barb grabs a coke and an iced tea from the cart.
We find a bench facing the lagoon and I slowly eat the pretzel.
We’re the only 2 on this bench and no one else is around.
A woman comes over, speaking loudly and frantically into a cell
phone, and sits down next to us. For the next 5 minutes, I’m
subjected to hearing this woman, an obvious realtor, attempting
to close a deal on a home for $370,000 – firm. Don’t
most of us seek out a private area to converse on a cell phone?
I’m feeling a bit better, stomach wise, but still have that
lethargic feeling. I felt like a just ran a marathon, uphill. We
head out of Epcot and catch the boat (another boat?) back to the
Boardwalk. We stop in the bakery to pick up something for dinner
later. I opt for the fruit cup and a container of yogurt. We head
to the room and relax – I actually sleep more.
Around 6:00, I manage to get the fruit cup and yogurt down and,
feeling a bit better, we decide to hit Epcot for Illuminations.
Around 8:30 we walk into Epcot (yes, I made the walk this time).
We walk around a bit and eventually stake out a spot near the bridge
between the UK and France. Around 9:00, we see a bride and groom
coming over the bridge. They have a small entourage and are being
escorted by CMs waving those red flashlights. They move down to
a spot on the lagoon, below and to the France side of the bridge.
They’re set up for what looks like coffee and desserts.
Illuminations is, as always, great. I’m always struck by
the combination of music and show here. We stroll out through the
IG with a lot of other people. Barb and I wonder if these people
are all staying at the Epcot resorts. That’s answered as we
reach the Boardwalk and throngs of people exit up the stairs to
the parking lot. Folks must come and park at the Boardwalk just
for Illuminations.
Barb gets a vanilla waffle cone at Seashore Sweets. It looks good,
and I’m hungry, but I use discretion and pass. My total consumption
today has been ¾ of a pretzel, a fruit cup, and a yogurt.
Add in a half pound of chocolate and I could be Sue Holland. There
must be an easier way to lose weight.
Musings and Observations- Skip the barbecued chicken pizza at
Wolfgang Puck’s. Take better note of the location of pretzel
carts. Illuminations is still my favorite fireworks show but Wishes
is now a close second (maybe 1A).
Miles Walked Today – 4.9 (too many boats)
Day 6...
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