The Busy Day

The Busy Day

Okay, where do I begin. I am back in Massachusetts and away from the wonderful world of Disney. It feels a bit surreal, but I didn't come here to talk about that.

What I did come here to talk about was the Golden Corrall. Ever heard of it? It's a resteraunt down south that is an all-you-can-eat buffet. Really ordinary looking from the outside, but apparently, an extreme delight on the inside. Kind of like Frankie Muniz, only a resteraunt and less cute.

Everyone says it's, like, the super-buffet or something. I was expecting rows and rows of buffets filled with delicious food all for moi.

What I got was...





Okay, does this look super to you? Because it doesn't look super to me. It looks limp and small. Shame.

I mean, they had okay food, but why didn't they have chicken nuggets? EVERY buffet has chicken nuggets... even the chinese ones have chicken nuggets. They had macaroni and cheese, but no chicken nuggets. You can't have one without the other.

The waitress ( who was psychic and knew the SECOND our drinks were half-full ) said that there were chicken tenders, but I never saw them. Plus, it totally wouldn't have been the same.

Plus I got mashed potato on my sleeve. Lame.

It was less junky food, more... actual food. Since when does a resteraunt do that?





See what I mean? Broccoli?

Well lucky for me, I like broccoli. Not so lucky for everyone who hates it. Plus, a good way to get the taste of healthy food out of your mouth is to wash it down with something decidedly unhealthy.





Brandy and Rob ( who managed to fix the car, give them a yippee skippee! ) went crazy at the buffet. I pretended I didn't know them for a little bit, before deciding that the two were just too much of a humerous pair to ignore.





.......... I have the right to remain silent.

I did, however, have fun with the desert section, which had three different types of cobbler, ice cream, and a bunch of different cakes.

However, the place still sucks, because they didn't have cheesecake.

I will be internet cliched and say WTF.

No cheesecake = :-(

It was good food, but I don't think I'd waste 6 bucks going there again. I'd rather go to Ale House and get 3 different appetizers, or go where I originally wanted to go, Ci Cis. I've never been there, you see, and they have an all-you-can-eat Pizza/Salad/Pasta buffet for $4.99!

Suddenly I feel like an infomercial.

The next morning after my Golden Corrall expedition, I, unfortunately, had to get on the plane to go to Massachusetts for a while. I had to wake up at 3:45, and had to be at the airport by 5. Needless to say, my spirits were dampened.

Security really is very stupid at the airports. I get why they're so strict, but why must they feel me up every time I go through security!!

I know why, because I wear baggy sweatshirts when I go on airplanes, and then don't wear a shirt underneith because it'll be "too hot". Basically, Bonnie, it's your own idiocy that makes it so you get frisked.

True that.

They made me take off all my jewelry and everything, and I had, ohhhh 20 minutes to get to my plane before takeoff, and I still had to take the little monorail thing to the gates. Oh boy.

I think some asian guys were talking about me in their asian language on the monorail. I couldn't tell you if they really were, maybe I am just paranoid. I kinda wanted to be like "This is an airport. If you speak another language here, you're a terrorist. They can arrest you for that ya know."

As soon as I got to the gate - voiillaaa! My driver's license was missing! So with 10 minutes till takeoff, and the smartly dressed man on the microphone saying anybody going to Providence had to board NOW or they'd leave without them, I was a little distraught.

I voiced my discretion to the smartly dressed man, who said he wouldn't leave without me. Oh, my hero. /sarcasm

I gave my name and adress to the lady at the microphone desk, before I just headed out.

Of course, I was the very, absolutely last person on the plane. So guess where I was sittingggg!!





OKay well that's a horrible picture, I had to take it in a rush, because I was in the assembly line getting off the plane, and you know people love to push you.

The middle, that's where I was!

Next to Mr.Yankees Fan fatboy and Mr.I'm 17 and I can't keep my eyes to myself.

Mr.Yankees Fan was okay, he slept the entire time. However, it was Mr.17-Year-Old that drove me crazy.

I got out my book "To Ride A Silver Broomstick" by Silver RavenWolf, and started reading at the place I had left off, Chapter 13, Section three, "Designing and Peforming Rituals". For those of you that don't know, "To Ride A Silver Broomstick" is a solitary guide to new generation witchcraft. (Very good book, by the way, I reccomend it! )

However, Mr.I'm-17 decided it would be a good idea to look over my shoulder. Needless to say, he never stopped the entire planeride, even when it was safe to use portible devices and I took out my computer.

I took out my computer and started to go into my word documents and stories to do some editing, before I noticed from a side glance that Mr.Nosy was STILL looking over my shoulder. So I played Snood for an hour just to amuse him and hoping he'd get bored with watching it. I almost wanted to hand him the computer and say "Hey, wanna play? It'll get you off my back!"

Finally I got frustrated and started editing videos, and pointedly turning the computer his way. Don't think that made him feel sheepish, he still stared at the screen as conspicuously as though it was his own computer.

Finally, with ten minutes of the flight left, I gave up and put the computer away, and took out my book again. This time I didn't care if he was reading. I hope he was reading. Maybe he'll learn something.

I saw him walking next to me when I got off the plane, and I so desperately wanted to stop him. I can just picture what I'd say.

"Excuse me.... Can I get a picture? I want to remember the face of the person who looked over my shoulder the entire planeride."

Not witty, but I think that even smething as to-the-point as that would make him incredibly embarassed.

At one point during the flight, however, he fell asleep for about 5 minutes!

That's when I took my "stuck in the middle" picture!




Aha! Stuck in the middle.

Then I got off the plane and went home, after ages of trying to figure out which bag is mine. I knew I should have bought a bright orange bag. I knew it.

That's all... I'm going to go finally do that editing I've been putting off.

Tata!