After hiking 87.3 miles and consuming approximately 23 odd snacks and beverages in even odder containers, we eventually found ourselves manning a water cannon in the Pirate Shores area. We were a mutinous bunch of landlubbers for Splash Battle, lying in wait for the evil pirate tourists cruising by in fierce, plastic pirate ships. In our crew, one person pumped the water, another aimed the cannon at passing pir
ate ships (also armed with water cannon), while the 3rd person (me) discovered that if you cover the mouth of the water cannon and let go at just the right time, you could pressurize it enough to really hammer the poor slobs in the pirate ships. If you must attend a theme park, the aggression that builds up waiting 45 minutes for a two-minute ride has to vent somewhere, so I highly recommend the opportunity to splatter complete strangers with icy cold water. Har, mateys.
ate ships (also armed with water cannon), while the 3rd person (me) discovered that if you cover the mouth of the water cannon and let go at just the right time, you could pressurize it enough to really hammer the poor slobs in the pirate ships. If you must attend a theme park, the aggression that builds up waiting 45 minutes for a two-minute ride has to vent somewhere, so I highly recommend the opportunity to splatter complete strangers with icy cold water. Har, mateys.It was incredibly loud and chaotic, so of course my phone rang and, distracted Captain/Mom that I am, I answered it. Ever answer your cell phone during a siege? Of course not - you know better.
Me: Hello?
Steve: Hi, it's Steve.
Me: Which Steve?
Steve: Um, how many Steves do you know?
Me(now knowing that this is the Steve who's sensitive about how many Steves I know): Can I call you back? We're marauding at the moment.
Steve: What?
Me(to my son): Hold your fire, hold your fire! Wait 'til they're closer!
Steve: Is this a bad time?
Me: Actually, it's quite fun. (to my other son) Watch your back - aaagh!!!
Steve: Are you ok?
Me: Never been better. (to my crew) INCOMING AT SIX O'CLOCK! FIRE! FIRE!
Steve: Would you like to go to dinner Saturday night?
Me: Friday's better for me. (to crew) FIRE, DANGIT! Sheesh, that little blonde girl is kicking our butts!
Steve: Fridays are tough for me...
Me: I'M HIT!!!! GET HER MOM, BOYS - FIRE AT HER MOM!! Ooops, sorry for yelling Steve. I gotta call you back.
Dinner date is for Friday. Whether he shivers my timbers is yet to be decided. He'd just better try to keep up or he'll be walkin' the plank.
9 comments:
It wasn't me.
Of course it's not you, SW. This guy offered to buy.
every time i read this (which as your little 'big brother' thing will tell you, is more than once) i read this as 'Avast Ye, Potential Martyrs!' -insomniac (who married a single mom, so put down the weapon)
insom, you're reading my subtext. Scary, no? Welcome to my world...don't bother trying to escape.
Very funny! We need a follow-up date post ;-P
This Emmy-whining writer likes your blog.
Wow Annie. Ken Livine likes your blog. If memory serves - he did a lot of writing for M.A.S.H. and Cheers. Funny guy. Way to go girl.
Yes - the same Ken Levine! On his blog(to which I've now linked))it mentions he's an Emmy-winning writer. I read it as Emmy-whining writer, hence his comment. Hey, it was late....
That story was AWESOME!!! Thanks for the mid morning pick-me-up.
Oh & Good Luck with the One Linner contest. Judging is now (begrudgingly, as it would seem) on its way.
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