So, You Want to be an Imagineer - Season 19 Hype Thread

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1,776th message on the Fourth of July!!!

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Okay, so back in 2019 (god, that feels so long ago), my family and I decided to go to Pigeon Forge for our third time to see their Fourth of July parade and fireworks. Before we even get there, though, we ran into trouble; namely, a traffic accident on the Rocky Mountains completely shutting down the road we were on. Now, we could of turned around and taken an alternate route, but by this point, we were far enough away from the last junction that it was conceivable faster to just wait it out. So we ended up waiting at least 2-3 hours for the backup to clear out.

Then, when we got to our hotel room for the night (which was a pretty crummy place, at that), it rained the entire night, meaning both the parade and the fireworks were canceled. So there goes our reason for coming here in the first place.

The next day, we tried to do some mini-golf courses (because we did everything else we wanted to do the last two trips). However, the sun wasn't having any of that and after doing just one course, we were too hot and tired to do any more, so we ended up just shopping for a bit before we went to the biggest source of our pain that trip: the log cabin we rented on AirBnB for the next two nights.

Right off the bat, before even entering the place, I'm getting bad vibes. Mostly because it looked like something from the set of Friday the 13th. Putting aside my fears of getting stabbed by a masked maniac in the middle of the night, there was a very real problem with the place: there was very little to do once we were there. Cell signals were basically non-existent there, and our attempts to start a campfire were thwarted by the fact that the firewood was still wet from the previous night. We ended up having to tear through all the jigsaw puzzles we had brought.

Bedding was also a bit of a problem. The main bedroom just had a single, two person bed in a room so small that, if you weren't careful getting out of bed, you would get your head chopped off by the ceiling fan. Not that that was a problem, because it was near impossible to get out of those beds in the first place. Like, it really felt like the mattress was trying to eat you. At least, that what my parents said it was like. Me and my sister didn't get to sleep on it. Instead, we ended up in the "guest bedroom,"... a.k.a., the attic.

Barely furnished, not decorated, right beneath the tin roofing. And to top it off, when you turn off the lights, it was pitch black. As in, "the nothingness after death" levels of blackness. Now, both of us were too unnerved by this to sleep, but any light we could turn on would make the room too bight for sleep. We ended up having to take a lamp from the living room and placing it behind a vanity chest. So here I am, laying in bed in what looks like an unfinished room, having a hard time sleeping because a thunderstorm just hit and I can hear every raindrop hit the roof, a leaf falls on me just to add insult to injury- And then the thought occurs to me that there should be no way for a leaf to get in here in the first place.

And that was when the cockroach took flight.

Immediately, I start screaming bloody murder. My sister gets up from the commotion and goes for the light switch. The cockroach lands on her; she starts screaming bloody murder and falls to the floor with a thud. My mom manages to pry herself free from the man-eating mattress and heads upstairs. She sees the cockroach, grabs the nearest shoe and just starts wailing on it. We finally calm down and it seems like thing will be alright.

Until Mom starts hammering away at the second cockroach, at which point we decided that the living room was a better place of rest.

Now, as the taller of the two of us, I got to sleep on the couch, which was barely smaller than me, so I had to bend my knees the entire time. Which was a better deal than my sister, who was stuck with the loveseat and had to do her best impression of a contortionist. So now we're stuck trying sleep on too small of spaces, while also trying to deal with our dog (who we brought with us for some reason), who was whining the entire night because the storm was scaring her, which, in her defense, we were also scared of the storm, because it was coming down hard enough that it was a very likely possibility that the cabin would end up sliding down the mountain in the middle of the night.

I wouldn't say we fell asleep that night so much as we passed out.

The next day, we had a river rafting experience all lined up, but then the weather report came in that it would be raining all day, meaning that not only was the river rafting canceled, but we would effectively be stuck in that cabin with nothing to do except for playing dog sitter with our own dog. For the. Entire. Day.

And that was the first time we had ever cut a trip short.

TL;DR: Went to Pigeon Forge for Fourth of July. Ended up wasting most of our time there until terrible AirBnB forced us to cut it short.
 
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b-wolf95 said:
Okay, so back in 2019 (god, that feels so long ago), my family and I decided to go to Pigeon Forge for our third time to see their Fourth of July parade and fireworks. Before we even get there, though, we ran into trouble; namely, a traffic accident on the Rocky Mountains completely shutting down the road we were on. Now, we could of turned around and taken an alternate route, but by this point, we were far enough away from the last junction that it was conceivable faster to just wait it out. So we ended up waiting at least 2-3 hours for the backup to clear out.

Then, when we got to our hotel room for the night (which was a pretty crummy place, at that), it rained the entire night, meaning both the parade and the fireworks were canceled. So there goes our reason for coming here in the first place.

The next day, we tried to do some mini-golf courses (because we did everything else we wanted to do the last two trips). However, the sun wasn't having any of that and after doing just one course, we were too hot and tired to do any more, so we ended up just shopping for a bit before we went to the biggest source of our pain that trip: the log cabin we rented on AirBnB for the next two nights.

Right off the bat, before even entering the place, I'm getting bad vibes. Mostly because it looked like something from the set of Friday the 13th. Putting aside my fears of getting stabbed by a masked maniac in the middle of the night, there was a very real problem with the place: there was very little to do once we were there. Cell signals were basically non-existent there, and our attempts to start a campfire were thwarted by the fact that the firewood was still wet from the previous night. We ended up having to tear through all the jigsaw puzzles we had brought.

Bedding was also a bit of a problem. The main bedroom just had a single, two person bed in a room so small that, if you weren't careful getting out of bed, you would get your head chopped off by the ceiling fan. Not that that was a problem, because it was near impossible to get out of those beds in the first place. Like, it really felt like the mattress was trying to eat you. At least, that what my parents said it was like. Me and my sister didn't get to sleep on it. Instead, we ended up in the "guest bedroom,"... a.k.a., the attic.

Barely furnished, not decorated, right beneath the tin roofing. And to top it off, when you turn off the lights, it was pitch black. As in, "the nothingness after death" levels of blackness. Now, both of us were too unnerved by this to sleep, but any light we could turn on would make the room too bight for sleep. We ended up having to take a lamp from the living room and placing it behind a vanity chest. So here I am, laying in bed in what looks like an unfinished room, having a hard time sleeping because a thunderstorm just hit and I can hear every raindrop hit the roof, a leaf falls on me just to add insult to injury- And then the thought occurs to me that there should be no way for a leaf to get in here in the first place.

And that was when the cockroach took flight.

Immediately, I start screaming bloody murder. My sister gets up from the commotion and goes for the light switch. The cockroach lands on her; she starts screaming bloody murder and falls to the floor with a thud. My mom manages to pry herself free from the man-eating mattress and heads upstairs. She sees the cockroach, grabs the nearest shoe and just starts wailing on it. We finally calm down and it seems like thing will be alright.

Until Mom starts hammering away at the second cockroach, at which point we decided that the living room was a better place of rest.

Now, as the taller of the two of us, I got to sleep on the couch, which was barely smaller than me, so I had to bend my knees the entire time. Which was a better deal than my sister, who was stuck with the loveseat and had to do her best impression of a contortionist. So now we're stuck trying sleep on too small of spaces, while also trying to deal with our dog (who we brought with us for some reason), who was whining the entire night because the storm was scaring her, which, in her defense, we were also scared of the storm, because it was coming down hard enough that it was a very likely possibility that the cabin would end up sliding down the mountain in the middle of the night.

I wouldn't say we fell asleep that night so much as we passed out.

The next day, we had a river rafting experience all lined up, but then the weather report came in that it would be raining all day, meaning that not only was the river rafting canceled, but we would effectively be stuck in that cabin with nothing to do except for playing dog sitter with our own dog. For the. Entire. Day.

And that was the first time we had ever cut a trip short.

TL;DR: Went to Pigeon Forge for Fourth of July. Ended up wasting most of our time there until terrible AirBnB forced us to cut it short.
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Omg! Reading this hurt me. I’m so sorry bwolf!!
 

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