Sunday February 7 cont
America, America Gronk shed his grace on thee.
All was smiles and jokes again as we entered the American pavilion.
The next day Tuvalu and I were sending messages back and forth and I sent her a picture from the night. She commented that it looked as if there were a lot of imbibing. I replied that I tried to keep them on a short leash but somewhere I dropped it. Well, America is where I picked that leash up again!
(To the boys disappointment
But seriously, what are we going to get? 5 buds please? Hard hard pass!!!)
I got us a beer flight. I do not remember what exactly was in it. Apparently, I did not buy it from the festival booth but from the regular drink stand so it is not in my booklet. I will tell you it was two ciders an ale and an IPA.
I remember, it was a Scrimshaw something er other I think, because X complained he had wanted a big one all to himself. It was nasty and no one liked it. No one liked the ale either. The light cider tasted like nothing. Seriously! It was as if we had all lost our taste buds at the same time. Our favorite was the rose cider so that will tell you how dismal the flight was.
I watched the Voices of Liberty for a bit while they (X) whined about the flight.
I was sitting at the top of the theatre on a bench, no one within 20 feet of me in either direction. A lady comes and stand directly in front of me. What???
So naturally I get up, leaving M on the bench and stand in front of her and take the above picture. (FLID alert) As if on cue, the three boys come and stand with me. We were now a 6x9 wall. It shouldnāt, but it made me happy. Also, the boys dug the VoL (or they were humoring me because I was paying
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Next was Japan and 4 Kirins on draft.
I really like this beer. I think I mentioned before, I use to work in a fish market/restaurant on the pier when I was younger. We had a huge Japanese clientele so we had Kirin on draft. Epcot is the only other place I have seen it on tap. But I donāt get out much sooooo, there is that.
Then we headed to Morocco. Leash firmly in hand I got one Casa beer to share.
Next was France!
First stop was the restroom, inside. Inside?Why inside and not outside in the large new restroom. Well, leash in hand, I knew the inside would take longer. I was stalling a little bit.
M and I shopped for his niece R who was working for him while he was away having fun! She loves France and we picked out a cheesy Eiffel tower with a Mickey on it and a small reusable bag to carry it in.
M had been craving a Grande Marnier slushee since Canada. I got him one of his own...
And I bought the boys and I two Frozen French Martinis. They were really really good. I like them better than the Grand Marnier Slushee (heresy
@DisneyGigi , I know)
Cultural representatives are not currently working in Epcot. However, the CM helping me with the drinks was channeling her best French impersonation. (ie, she was a total beach!)
Two woman had purchased a drink and had stepped to the side, about 5.5 feet away. The drink was filled to the top so one woman pulled down her mask to take a sip from the straw. She then offered the drink to the other woman who also pulled down her mask to take a sip. Lady number one was holding the drink with two hands, keeping it steady for lady number two while she drank. The āFrenchā CM barked at them (#1) to wear her mask unless actively eating or drinking. It was so rude. Obviously lady #1 did not have a free hand at that exact second. Also, they were just standing there, not walking and not near anyone. Anyhow, it annoyed me.
I looked down and saw the hand sanitizer, which I never use (why are we using anti bacterial to fight a virus?), and I put my hand under it. Nothing. Dryly I said, āyou are out of hand sanitizer.ā She replied, āthey havenāt been around to fill them.ā As I picked up the drink I answered her in a really rude tone, ā thatās not acceptable.ā
I returned to the boys.
āI think I may also be a FLIDā, I admitted to them.
Her attitude really p*ss*d me off! I had those ladies backs even if they didnāt know it.