Jody spells the crowd in her Harry Potter costume.

Some may be wondering why Georgia was in a wheelchair in one picture last week. Let’s just say I commandeered it in the airport (That sounds so much better than the word “stolen”) Georgia may have updated to Facebook but she still is hauling a carry-on bag from the 1950’s. You know the kind – brown tweed, no wheels and bigger than a kitchen sink. When she goes on board the plane stewardess’ cringe. I, being the friend I am, took pity on her struggling to carry it and purloined the ride. Tracy sent Jody the picture and she said “Good Gawd, now what.”
Monday night found us in full Halloween costume to attend the Spooktacular Nite. Tracy was Cruella Deville the villian from 101 Dalmations with black-n-white hair, Georgia was her dog (and not well-behaved) with a collar and leash, I was a witch and Jody was her hero Harry Potter sporting a short brown wig. I had a blast terrorizing small children in strollers but then how scary can you actually be if you’re wearing a fanny-back. I know whoever  invented them must be a millionaire but  gee, don’t you hate to be the one stuck wearing it. So uncool. The Halloween special parade was out-of-this world and the brilliance of Walt Disney is a legacy. Jody’s night was complete when she heard children whispering, “Mom”, there’s Harry Potter.” We saw nobody else in that disguise which was better yet.

TRACEY Portrays a villianous Cruella Deville.

My top of the list scary ride is the Tower of Terror where they dropped you down about 12 floors to music from the Twilight Zone. (Georgia was close to being in my lap.) I chose the dining that day at the Brown Derby. Gerogia refers to the food at the park as “eating at the trough”. You are offered the standard dry burger, micro-small salad or chicken nuggets, then struggle to find a table.
I entered the Brown Derby early to make a reservation only to find not a soul in sight, even when I hollered “Hello, Hello”! I tried again about 11 o’clock to find only a man with two boys all dressed identical. I inquired of him if he had seen anyone to take reservations. He haughtily replied, “I highly doubt YOU can get in any high-end place to eat at this late notice. I always make my reservations months in advance on the internet”. I thought well La-De-Da and then a girl appeared and asked if she could help me. I asked about lunch and she immediately replied if a one o’clock seating would be ok? I had to turn and smile real big for the man. Hard to believe in that mass of people we ran across him again later that day and I pointed out the A——. Jody related she had encountered him too ‘cuz he had cut in line in front of her. She surmised he was a divorced jerk taking his kids on vacation. I pity those kids.
To be continued…
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