Merry Happy

Even though I awoke yesterday at 4:20, I had a fantastically fun day. I had Grand Floridian breakfast, which was fine my first time but yesterday was great. I hadn't hung out with the Tig for a week and a half and forgot that he is fun. You know that phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder?", well that is true of Tiger as well. All the other characters with me were in great moods as well which really helps.

Then went into Enchanted Pre-parade. My bud Christian and I had such fun that we ended up hanging out all day. Oh the stories I could tell of his first Studios visit, but alas I won't bore. After I met his girlfriend, Raquel. She is crazy awesome and full of dirty jokes which made her cooler.

Anywhays. I just wanted to proclaim my love of yesterday. Here's to many more.

Like a virgin

So today I lost my parade virginity. Yup, my first full fledged profesh parade for the mouse. My form of initiation was the parade bus urinating coolant on me. It was chilly and smelt like stank.

The parade itself wasn't my absolute best but still fairly good for my first time. I think the bus piss threw me off.

After precisely three hours and 12 minutes of Grid time (where I was schedualed to do nothing but sit), I got to go to the holy land. Target. If there was any well priced story I'd make love to, Target would be it. Then, a few friends and I took a nice voyage Waffle House (Florida's cheep ass version of Denny's), another first of mine. It was sucko food with so-so ambience. I got to play Bob Segar's "Night Moves" on the juke box. Awesome. If I'm ever having a lame day, Waffle House is where I'll be.

Virginities lost. Mediocre food digested. Target visited. Just another day in the life of your Editor-in-Chief, Casey Tregagle.

Back from Vacation

The last couple of days were quite near spectacular. Since the overnight fiasco, I've slept in every morning, chilled all day, and partied at night. There has been some Juvenile drama with some certain betches and some idiocracies of my own doing, but all in all it has been quite nice.

It seems my muscles caught the attention of a specific Pooh height female. She is crazy cool and caliente. It is also a huge plus that she is not really involved in the drama that I get pulled into. She is like a hot girl version of a Caribbean beach house.

But every up must come down. After four days off I go back to work tomorrow. Granted it won't be fur. Parade. Man, i hope I remember it all

Overnight Overload

When you are getting trained in a parade, or, in my case, the Enchanted Pre-Pre-parade running from Feb 25-March 21, you will have to go through what are refered to as overnights. It's pretty self-explanitory. You reherse overnight. I went in to work midnight- came out at six thirty. Which in itself doesn't seem astoundingly aweful. However, you give me a partner that doesn't know the choreography and it seems like HELL! To add to that, I had the same inadequate partner for two of the three run throughs and I want to die. Luckily, I had my original parter for an awesome final run or I would have cried myself to sleep as I dragged my body into bed at 7 this morning.

bow-chicka-wow-wow

So I made out well tonight.

Birthday Backlash

So I haven't done my blogging in quite some time and I realize I should've. There is just alot to discuss lately, so I'll jump right in.

Flashback to last Saturday. It was my birthday. I turned 20. Blegh. I hate the age-ing process cause once a year you feel like you are gliding closer to that creepy guy in a hooded black cloak holdind a sy in his hand. OR if you are single, you have no one to age with with sucks too (Yes, I am an eighty year old man).



Anyways, my aunt, who happens to also be born on the same day, went to Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. Now, being as the later is one of my favorite places to be in the entire world, it's kinda a given that the day was pretty fun. I haven't felt like a big brother in quite a while, but I did that day me and my lil-cousin-Elle went on some "big people" rides. We had a blast.



We went to Universal and I had the opportunity to see one of the weakest parades ever. It was Mardi Gras Themed, so all I had to was imagine was alot more drunkeness, alot more female flashing, and it'd be like I was at the real thing. There was at least ten people on each of the ten floats throwing beads like mad.





After my relatives and I went to a sweet dinner at Friday's, I got back to find Andrea made a sign for my birthday that remains in my apartment today. That was probably the sweetest things I got. Just the acknowledgement that I was age-ing meant alot to me. Especially, since some people, that I think should have, did not. We got in a fight. Some advise- Not fun to end your birthday in a fight with a friend.

Placemats and molestation

Other than a small drama that came up last night, I approached this..what do you call it? Valentine's Day, with a somewhat plesant attitude. No, I don't have anyone that makes my heart beat at supersonic speeds when I see them, but I was just happy with life in general. Most of you who know me knows that I hardly ever use the word 'happy' in relation to how I be. That's why it was odd.

So I went to work today at the Crystal Place. It was only five hours, three sets, no big deal. Only wait. Its stuffy in the Palace, which in turn makes it hard to breath, which in turn makes the Case Face sweat like...I do in church. Anywho, I was surprised with a gift from a guest. I was brought a Tigga pen, some candy, and a place mat with Winnie, Piglet, and the Tig-miester on it. For a split second I though, "Oh great. I'm gonna have to put out tonight" then I realized I was in costume and quickly left that notion behind. It did make my day though.

We get to last set and like the stormy rain cloud in Eeyore's signature, my captain informs us that the restaurant is completely packed. And since it was the last set we had to see EVERYONE before we could leave. I felt like I was a cow attempting to pull a horse and buggie. Attendants came up behind me every 3-5 minutes to inform me that I needed to move quicker. Remember that whole "can't breath thing"? Yeah, getting herded through tiny paths full of obnixious little people made me panic slightly. By the end of the set I looked like I'd gone on Splash Mountain not once, but 14 times. We are talking major sweat people.

Next, I am changing and a mentally handicapped older gentleman comes you shake my hand. Then he pulls me into an unwanted hug. But I hugged him back. He's freaking handicapped and I'm not heartless. However, he then proceded to smell my neck and reach to stick his hand down the back of my shorts. Yeah, my kindness only goes so far. I pulled away. He shook my hand and thanked me and left. Some who I felt like a common whore, when we all know I am quite a ritzy one.

SO, how to end this sham of a day? Saving Private Ryan. It'll be like reliving my day but in film form.

This dining thing ain't so hard!

When my schedual came for this week, I was excited to see there was a location other than boat dock. I had one mere BD shift amidst a week of dining shifts. Two at Crystal Palace (which some refer to as Crystal Prison) in Magic Kingdom and a Grand Floridian Breakfast. I got through my first CP shift with ease and was perplexed by people's hatred for it. "This dining thing ain't so hard", I told myself.

Today, my foghorn of an alarm went off at 4:45 (I know that I set it myself, but I need at least an hour to be up to lose those numbered sheep). Do you know what is going on at that God-forsaken hour? NOTHING! Literally 94.6% of all matter on earth is resting quietly in their homes or where they are planted or whatever the case may be. However, I was surprisingly coherent. I had more energy than I usually do and I had fun. The off-set room was literally a closet before they decided to have character breakfasts. And when you have Poohs, Tiggers, Alice, Mad Hatter, and Mary Poppins in a tiny area, well, it was interseting.

Whenever Poppins came off set she remover the top half of her dress...just hanging out. Alice was ornery and cursed like a sailor on leave (I mean, not that I never do, but when it's coming out of what appears to be a twelve year old girl it throws you for a second). But all in all it was an easy breezy day.

My only regret is I didn't get to be at BD with who I will now and forever refer to as Hot Legs Jenny.

Amen.

This just in!

Today, I was awoken to roommate's snores that were comparable to a track starter pistol. I started to run but then it went off again and I got incredibly confused. Subsequently, I relocated to the many colored couch in my living room. I was trying, trying to fall asleep. Guess what? Didn't happen.

Lying, slowly sinking into the depths of the furniture I realized I should share some news with the good people in the blogosphere.

A. I have awoken from the boat dock coma. The Captain said I should rest, drink lots of water and don't get dehydrated or I could slip under again.


2. My birthday is Sat. and I was hoping Disney would get me something meaningful. And thus, they did. Training for an actual parade. I hope Disney and I remain good friends forever.

III. It's likely I'll be in my favorite place in the entire world on my birthday. U:IOA!

Confessions of a Coma Patient

K, I just woke out of my coma. The captain says this is highly irregular and if I have and thing I need to take care of, I should do it now, because I could go back in at any moment. So I need to vent.

Fat Tuesday ended not so well for the Case-atron. Once again, I get dumped before anything really got started. I went through a situation back in the day where a girl I was dating didn't know I wasn't a super strong church goer. She kinda wigged and dumped me(That makes her sound way bad, but there is no time for the whole story). I didn't really want that to happen again so I confessed my slacker-tendencies. And the rest is history. I really do understand the reason for it. I do. But sometimes you gotta give a guy a chance.

I have a friend, lets call her Jenet. A while back she was pursued by a young man of less than noble stature. We'll call him...Josh. It took some convicing but Jenet finally gave him a chance. Now they are in love and will get married once he comes home off the mish.

Now, granted, those circumstances were different and my stature isn't quite kingly either, but it's not as bad as Josh's was. So can I get a chance? I want one, I need one, oh baby, oh baby.

Attention

I officially retract any recent statements of happiness or leivity.

Fat Tuesday

Beings as I had one day left before I quite literally slip into a boat dock coma, I decided I should get out for a bit. You know? Stretch my legs. My roommate, Phil, desperatly wanted to go down to the Volleyball...field? arena? court? I'll go with court. Well, whatever it's called he wanted me to go play on it. I warned that one and only time I've ever played the sport was in a high school gym class which was nearly five years ago. He immediatly responded that he was sure I was fine. Phil's very positive. In my case, no amount of pluck could make me athletic. I gave up after twenty minutes, when I felt there was sand up the whole of the surface of my body.

After a thorough cleansing of myself (there was not one speck of sand on me), my cousins, Phil, and I decided to go to Wendy's to refule for the day. Phil, upon finding out it was Fat Tuesday, walked out of the restraunt and lifted his shirt for the good folks speeding along the I-40. Yeah, and he's the good one.

Next, some Downtown Disney right? Of course right! Take a bus? Hells no. We walked. I must say, you never feel quite as tense as when you walking into oncoming traffic on a major state highway. It was quite a journey we were taking. Seeing I was sweating, we stopped in this second rate hotel for some AC. The didn't even have HD tvs. How loud does that cry poverty? (For those who don't know me that well, that was a nice helping of sarcasm.) We took a deep breath and continued. Upon arrival, we went to the famous Dock stage at DTD. Andrea, Alysse, and I then proceded to do select numbers from our dance show that we performed there naught seven months ago. After, we met a fellow cast member (not one with any clout, unfortunatly, but nice none the less) who told me she works at Studios and said I danced like I should be in the High School Musical show over there. Having recent issues with my mediocre color codes, that was cheered me up instantly.

Now we is off to the Yacht and Beach Club Resort. Fat Tuesday, as it turns out, can turn out to be a pretty good day.

Duh-duh-boat dock

Here's the think about Boat Dock. It's so fantastically nice to not have to haul a fifty pound costume through the Amazon jungle that is Animal Kingdom. Everything is just over there. So nice. Until you move there.

You see, the boat dock is located down a hill, through a thicket of baboo as well as other tropical foliage. Trees lead to excess Oxygen and when you add in the Floridian factor makes this remarkable thing known as killer humidity. When you are in a certain outfit, killer humidity (yes you must say the full thing) drenches you in sweat. And I'm not just talkin' 'It's hot today' and a wipe away the bead from your brow. I'm talkin typhoon level stank water seeping from every pore. (It also doesn't help when ceatain members of the same gender yell 'TAKE IT OFF' when I get offstage and can remove this bio-hazzard of an outfit.)

A boat dock break is what I need. And by gum, I shall recieve...it. Three days off sounds amazing, huh?