Traveling Spike in Orlando

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13578155.post-1140320864879802582006-02-18T22:47:00.001-05:002006-02-19T20:43:29.783-05:00Traveling Spike in Orlando<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431206/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/101431206_9e9a7d76fa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431206/"> </a> </div>Traveling Spike arrived in Florida on a typical muggy day. "Where the bloody hell am I now? It's like a sauna in that mailbox! Orlando, Florida, well that explains the palm trees." TS was feeling a bit peckish after his long trip, so he eagerly quaffed a glass of specially blended Vampire wine and downed some spicy buffalo wings with a frosty pint. "That was great luv. Mind if I clean up a bit?" <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431210/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/101431210_0aee06100b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;">Hey! Some privacy would be nice! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431211/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/101431211_3170100068_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> </div> Well, TS, you've been all around the world. What are you going to do next? I'm goin' to bloody Disney World! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431213/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/101431213_c3fe61db16_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431214/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/101431214_b3d43f3e38_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> TS greets Walt & Mickey at Cinderella's castle. Well, this is quite the poofter castle innit? <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101431215/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/101431215_d2a043160a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> Minnie is thrilled when TS recites a familiar poem to her. "My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty... Effulgent." <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101432368/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/101432368_911198439b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> At least someone appreciates my poetry, even if she does have a tail... TS does a quick patrol of the Haunted Mansion cemetery, but doesn't see any unusual activity. Probably a bit too early for the vamps & demons to be out. But what's that awful racket in the distance? <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101432369/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/101432369_76031574f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;">It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small, small world.... <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101432372/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/101432372_40f0b38bb4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> </div> I am NOT goin' on that nancy boy ride! It was Dru's favorite hangout in the 70's what with all the dolls and the kids and more dolls and more kids. Took me years to get that bleedin' song outta my head. I'm telling you, it's diabolical! TS calmed down considerably when we explained we were heading to the Pirates of the Caribbean instead. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101432374/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/101432374_ca14d2cd29_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> Pirates, wenches, and rum, that's more like it! Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me... TS checks out some remains in a pirate's chest. No treasure here! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101432375/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/101432375_9def0d8ffb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> We concluded our Disney trip with a visit to the Tower of Terror. Pffftt, doesn't look all that terrifying to me! Whoa!!! Heh, plunging 13 stories in a crowded elevator with screaming Happy Meals on legs, now THAT was fun! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101432377/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/101432377_00b659fe38_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;">Back home, TS isn't very impressed with my Pirate souvenir. You couldna brought back some of the wenches instead??? <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101433663/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/101433663_851f2ca420_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> </div> After a busy day at Disney World, TS decides to relax at my sister's pool. A friend is waiting to greet TS... <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101433665/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/101433665_b16ab3b77e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> Hey, it's the Caddyshack gopher! Ummmm, you can put me down anytime mate. Like NOW! <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101433668/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/101433668_03e740827e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> Fuzzy bugger, but he's alright. </div> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101433676/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/101433676_3c86806520_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> TS can't resist trying out one of Kennedy Space Center's smaller vehicles before heading to the pool. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101433680/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/101433680_9d0a70dde6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> TS practices some surfing moves. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101433682/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/101433682_5422b96902_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> TS takes a boat out for a spin across the pool. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101434951/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/101434951_92d85ecb04_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> Someone (or something?) else has the same idea. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101434953/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/101434953_6caaa9bc28_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> What the bloody hell is that thing and why is it following me! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101434956/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/101434956_31b33bbcf0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> Ugh, it's gaining on me! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101434959/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/101434959_aeee8f152b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> TS ditches the boat for a friendly gator heading back to the other side. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101434960/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/101434960_660bc92022_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> The mysterious bobblehead tries to jump aboard too, but hits the pool deck instead. I guess we'll never know what it wanted. RIP Bobblehead! <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39914770@N00/101434964/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/101434964_39bf9cf931_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a> TS finally gets to relax for a moment before heading off to his next adventure. Hotdog anyone? <div style="text-align: left;">--Kathy </div> </div>Traveling Spikenoreply@blogger.com