Disney 2011, Day 8

Exciting Things That Happened In Between the Last Report And Now
I slept great. Katie got a big annoying muscle ache in her neck.

Nick Hammer and the Prisoner of Annoying Muscle Aches (Except the Prisoner of Annoying Muscle Aches doesn't fall through a curtain and die [spoiler alert])

Since Katie has a big muscle ache, we canceled out plan to eat in the Mexican pyramid (we've all been there, right?). Instead we had lunch at Kona Cafe. Katie got the steak salad, which looked pretty good, although it's loaded with vermicelli, which I don't get. It doesn't taste like anything, people; You don't need to put it on there! I got the beef bowl, which is massive; I could have cut my head off and put it in the bowl they bring it out in and it would only be slightly more to eat. I mean, you'd have to chew my skull for a while. Still. It's a ton of broth, noodles, beef, mushrooms, peppers, peas, cucumbers, different kinds of noodles, you name it.

Then we took a ride on the mononorail off to the Grand Floridian (or as it's always called, The Grand Floridian Resort & Spa (TM)).This is pretty nice. The lobby is massive, like five stories high and over half a football field long. Since it's a Resort & Spa (TM), it has a hair salon on the second floor, and a store where you can get a shampoo bar. Really. It's like a bar of soap, but it's shampoo. What the hell.
On the first floor there's a huge gingerbread house - so big, in fact, that there's room for two women to stand inside and sell gingerbread. Now it's slightly cheating because parts of it are made out of wood (mostly the railings), but the majority of it is gingerbread held together with icing, so it's pretty impressive. And you can buy gingerbread shingles. Normally I find gingerbread to be pretty nasty, but I'm sure this will be pretty good. (Also, we forgot to eat it yet.)
After that it was just a quick trip on the monorail back to our resort. For dinner we worked on using up some of the 36 counter service meals we have left on our mealplan by going to Captain Cook's, a restaurant at the resort I like because you don't have to talk to anyone to order your food. Instead, there's a touch screen, and you just touch what you want, and then it prints out a receipt you give to the cashier, and when your beeper goes off, you get your food and flee. Well, I mean, you don't have to flee like Kermit from the Muppets, but I don't see why not.

Tomorrow we're back at Epcot for the final time, and we'll try to go on Test Track, and Katie will have to decide if she wants to marry the grumpy vampire with dumb hair or the werewolf who can't keep his shirt on.