Saturday morning meant breakfast at McFarlains…best pancakes around…crispy on the edges…soft in the middle…ahhhhh.
The Showboat Branson Belle was next.
My favorite part of the entire time on the Branson Belle was when Grandpa came down to me during lunch with a huge smile on his face and said, “This is my FAVORITE kind of music!” It made me so happy to see him so excited. Everyone was so happy...
After we enjoyed our lunch, the show, and time on the top deck…we decided it was time for the little bears to rest and headed back to the den.
A few hours later we headed to Silver Dollar City…a decision we would soon regret.
We arrived at about 4 pm. The parking lot was packed…and we waited in a long line for a bus to come pick us up. In all the years we have been going to SDC…we had NEVER seen it this crowded. It was a sea of people! The kids were not amused by the fact they actually had to wait in a line in order to ride something. They were used to walking up and hopping on anything they wanted to. They got 3 rides in before we tried to attempt dinner.
We were headed up the main hill…and it was shoulder to shoulder with people….you know, the kind of crowd that causes you to be short of breath…ready to “hulk out”….ripping your clothes off and screaming a primal “RooooaaaaaR!” as you rip through the crowd? You know what I mean? Or is that just me?
We were trying to stay together as a group… not losing any of the children. Tom was playing the part of Offensive tackle…boring a hole for us to pass through. A woman on an electric scooter revved her engine and cut Tom off. Suddenly, another woman on a scooter revved HER engine…and tried to cut Tom off at the pass. Tom jutted his hip out to the left…causing her to slam on the brakes, allowing us to pass through.
I yelled, “TOM! You just hip checked that woman in the wheelchair!”
He yelled back….”Just because you’re handicapped doesn’t mean you can be rude!!!”
I laughed until I almost peed. We then reached the top of the hill and Grandpa Joe accidentally knocked down a little boy when he ran into his leg. I am sure we looked like a heartless bunch…but it was “last man standing” at that point. We all laughed an laughed and decided we wanted the heck out of there. NO parade of lights was going to be worth the nightmare we were stuck in. We stopped at the cinnamon roll shop on the way out and stocked up on treats and hot cocoa. We then road the bus back and headed out to find “real dinner”.
We went to our favorite 50’s diner and enjoyed our elbow room and freedom. Everyone was tuckered out and fell fast asleep….especially me.
UNTIL….
In the middle of the night…out of a dead sleep…I sprang from my bed and threw open the french doors to our room to listen down the hall. I thought Tom was in bed with me. I quickly found this wasn’t the case when I heard the bathroom door creak open and heard him call out,”Did you heeeaar something?” I could HEAR the smile on his face as he asked me.
I quickly replied, “I thought I heard a baby cry…but it was your ASS!”
Yes, once again, this man awakened me from a DEAD SLEEP with his gas. I swear to you it sounded JUST like a newborn baby crying. “Waaaaaah!!!!!!”
I think we laughed about it until the sun rose….and all the next day.
Sweet memories of Day 2.
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