"One Long, LONG Day"

Last night was crazy intense with Mike, my roommate, so I didn’t end up getting a lot of sleep. That combined with the 3 hours I got the night before made for a very rough morning. I did managed to drag the immobile fat lard sack (a.k.a. my body) out of bed and made for the bathroom. After breakfast, I headed over to Epcot for my spare shift. I had to be in by 6:30 A.M., which means I was up at 4:30 A.M. I thought about just self-terminated myself in that moment; however, I stayed strong and got into work with a little time to spare (cause I was a spare. Get it? hahaha! Oh I kill myself ☺).
I was busy browsing various characters’ signatures when I got the call saying that I’d be heading over to the Beach and Yacht Club. I was all right with that; I really do enjoy it over there. After finishing up warm ups with a male Jane Fonda, the bus pulled out. I only had to do three sets; you can’t beat that! And I only had one little “bundle of joy” that tried to consistently pull off my gloves, unbutton my vest, and smack me in the head—the little cherub.
I headed home after that shift ended and slept for a good solid 3 hours. It was bliss. I then got up and started prepping for my final exam tomorrow (that is going to completely and utterly kick my butt). After doing that for a good two hours, I headed back into a double parade tonight.
I got placed on the one location in the parade where you are constantly moving your arms and legs—so needless to say; my thighs and biceps were on fire halfway through the FIRST parade. I then realized I had one more entire parade to go. The second one went well considering. When I thought I was going to pass out from pain, I simply cut choreography and waved to the crowd (a big no, no, but never-the-less, I was about to barf out my liver). Halfway through the parade, I got a little pick me up. Two dads were about to go at it on the side of the parade route. The wife of one of the men was acting as the mediator pushing the two. When I last saw them, dad #1 (we’ll call him Hulk Holgan) was taking off his shirt and lunging at dad #2 (we’ll call him Dick Van Dyke). Instead of facing forward like I should have, I completely turned around and strained to watch the grunge match; however, the driver wouldn’t stop and we continued toward step down.
The night was a success. Plus, I got a great schedule next week. Oh, and I get to see my grandma and grandpa Tuesday. Life. is. good.