The Trolley Car Cafe is in its soft open, and I am getting a FREE FRAPPUCINO!! #blessed #treatyoself (Special thanks to @lcsence for letting me borrow her shirt.) (at Trolley Car Cafe)
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So it’s a running gag here at movie ride that we make turkey noises at each other and because today is the Icon Oscars and we’re all hyper about it we’ve decided to do it onstage at each other but I CAN’T DO THE NOISE I just flap my tongue around and everyone is laughing at me.
while pulling into gangster
Little Kid: “Is this Hotel for Dogs?”
You can learn a lot of things from the flowers…wait, wrong movie. #aliceinwonderland #greatmovieride (at The Great Movie Ride)
Apparently I turn into Elsa on my shows, because that is definitely a “let it go” hand. (Although in all honesty, my show is 80% “what would Rapunzel do?” and 20% making Hiccup’s “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” face.) (at The Great Movie Ride)
the awkward moment when you cough DIRECTLY INTO THE MICROPHONE right as the show is starting.
things my bandit has done to me so far today:
-tickled my face with the dynamite fuse
-moved my arms for me in Anubis during the “halt unbeliever” bit
-stood behind the saloon and BARKED at me while a different bandit did the hijacking
He is my favorite and I love him.
so I had a super precious little girl in my row one yesterday (probably about seven or so) who lost her MIND when we into Oz, she was just that excited. And when the witch came out she shook her little finger at her and screamed “YOU GET AWAY FROM HER” and I just couldn’t even. I gave her a high five and thanked her for saving me from the witch and her little face just lit up.
These are the voyages of Captain James T. Kirk, mascot of the movie ride. (at The Great Movie Ride)
on today’s episode of “gosh, you’re a terrible parent”
#1: I’m getting ready to load at GMR. The casting director steps out to direct guests to me with a horrified look on his face. The first family (mom, dad, two kids) walks out and Mom wipes something off her hand into the trash can. I ask “how many?” Daughter barfs half in the trash can and half in the floor. Mom says “four,” takes Daughter by the hand, and tries to keep walking forward. I say no. Turns out Daughter barfed in Mom’s hand in preshow, and that’s what Mom was wiping into the trash can.
#2: I’m waiting for the cue to load a party with an ECV (parents, two kids, and grandma) when I realize that Mom has pulled down the toddler’s pants and is preparing to change his diaper on the (carpeted) floor of the preshow. I tell her no, there’s a bathroom outside, take care of him and when you come back go to the fastpass entrance and you can all ride together. Mom pulls up the toddler’s pants and is like “whatever.” Shocked, I asked her if she was going to take him to the bathroom to change his crapped-out diaper. “No.” I tell her it’s a 22 minute ride. “Okay.” GAH. By then it was too late to load them for that set, so they had to wait, and Dad convinced Mom to take the poor shitted kid to the bathroom.
#3: So I got pulled (and extended) at Star Tours later in the day, and a dad decided he had waited far too long. (He hadn’t. It was a walk on. Literally he was just waiting for the gate agent to launch the current flight and come back out to start loading.) He tried to cut to the front of the line and was sent back to the end and told to wait. He looks into the cabin where the gate agent is preparing to launch and sees two empty seats. He then JUMPS THE RAILING with his daughter in tow and is shocked when not only is he not allowed to ride, but he and his daughter are escorted out to have a lovely chat with security.
The Metaphor Girl 