franandaj
I'm so happy, I could BOUNCE!
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- Nov 15, 2009
Im' not familiar with this story and I'm afraid to ask...sounds painful.
I was going to direct you to the TR where the story takes place, but I realized that the photo hosting option I chose while photobucket lost its mind is no longer supported by the DIS, so all my pictures are gone.
Here's the story, but the pictures of the splinter are missing. Based on my reader's comments it was a pretty big splinter. It was over four years ago so I've moved on.
Our destination was Jellyrolls. The last time we were there could easily have been 10 years ago. As we were walking out of the park, illuminations was just beginning. We made it out before they actually dimmed the lights so that was a plus. We walked along the Boardwalk towards our destination.
We were almost all the way to Jellyrolls when all of a sudden, whoop! And boom. Next thing I know I'm down on the floor. But at least I saved the camera, lens and filter. About 10 people came running to my aid, and when I stood up, I noticed my left hand was bleeding in two places. One of the folks who came running was a CM and I assured them all that I was OK, and was more concerned about the camera than my own safety.
There was a stupid board that was sticking up about half an inch and I tripped over it. I really need to be careful where I walk because that is happening to me more and more often. Luckily I haven't fallen, but just barely! I'm getting old enough that soon it could be serious!
Fran asked if I still wanted to go to the bar, and at this point I was like, “He11 yeah! I need a drink more than ever now!” The CM had got me a paper towel and I was feeling particularly needy and asked if he could get me one with water on it. And he did! He also got me a couple of band aids.
The place was already packed and we had a bit of a quandary finding seats, but we got two on the far side of the room, near the bar and the restrooms. In fact I think we sat in this area last time we were here.
I went into the restroom to rinse my hands off and see them in the light. I could clearly see a tiny splinter in one of the cuts. I took a wad of paper towels and got them wet and then got a bunch of dry towels and just held the wet ball of towels most of the night hoping to moisten the skin and get the splinter to come out easily.
I wanted a REAL drink now and not just a glass of wine. I asked Fran to get me my Gibson and when she finally came back it seemed the bartender misheard her and gave me a Gimlet instead. Blech! But I didn't want to wait forever again so I drank it anyways. It was pretty strong and at that point that was what counted.
While she was at the bar, the pianists were playing Sweet Caroline. The crowd was singing along, and as typical of live performances, performers would stop playing occasionally and let audience take it. On the chorus, where the lyrics begin “Sweet Caroline…” the audience sang the “oh, oh, oh” while pianos cut out. I thought to myself, I haven't drank enough yet to get in on this party.
The first time Fran and I came here was nearly 20 years ago. It was a great blast from my past, they sang tons of songs from the 60s and 70s and I'm pretty sure I knew them all. The last time we came there were some songs that I didn't know and I realized that being an “all request” kind of place that as the audience gets younger, the songs would be less and less known to me. I wasn't sure what to expect on this night.
While there were a few songs I didn't know, they played a wide range of tunes. Another one I recognized was the Guns and Roses ballad November Rain, although I had to go to lyrics.com to find out the name since I'd only heard it on the radio.
They did some songs from Jersey Boys, and while they were switching performers, they said that the requests were all over the map. The new guys read their “top 3” strange requests and the crowd applauded for each one.
Defying Gravity won.
Copacabana made the list when someone requested a Barry Manilow tune. There were others but either I didn't know them or just forgot. I had a glass of wine, I think just one, but maybe a second. By the time they played Bohemian Rhapsody, the audience sang the whole song (sometimes with sometimes without our performers), and I was right along with them, belting out the lyrics.
After that I was good and could go home on that note, but Fran had to close out our tab, while they played another song I didn't know. They finished up with Come Sail Away, and I was definitely good to go. I'd had my fill of Jr. High/HS era nostalgia.
Back in the room was another story. We tried to get the darned splinter out I'd my hand.
I screamed when Fran rubbed the alcohol swab over the cut, which I'm sure the rooms near us appreciated at 10:30PM. At least she could have warned me! After a bit of digging with a needle and me gulping down the wine I had bought the night before, I gave up on the splinter. We stuck a band-aid on it and I went to bed.