Chip and Dale Dancers

Friday night usually means dancing somewhere. Anywhere. Why not at the Magic Kingdom, with some of your favorite characters? Children and adults alike joined the chipmunks (and Stitch) in Tomorrowland to get their dance on!

CAUTION: They WILL be better dancers than you, and are not afraid to prove it. Don't tempt them with a dance off!

The Mighty Cubicle Mascots

Pierre and Stuart, like their owners, always hard at work

Let me introduce you to Kristin and my personal muses. Meet Pierre and Stuart. We stumbled upon these adorable dinos as we were searching for additional writing instruments. When we opened past intern desks, we discovered these little guys and felt it necessary to rescue them from cruel abandonment.

We hurriedly transported them into our cubicles, where they now reside on our bordering wall, the constant communicators between us, as there is still a ban on indoor carrier pigeons.

Pierre and Stuart's main diet consists of Worther's and coffee, with Pierre preferring blackest black and Stuart wimping out and pouring countless Mini Moo creamers into his coffee.

All in all...welcome to the productivity that is Kristin and my morning "desk time."

Two guys, two pianos...a whole lot of Billy Joel

This past weekend, we journeyed over to the Boardwalk's Jellyrolls, a dueling piano bar in the area. By the time we arrived, it seemed that every available inch of space was taken up, with both tourists and area locals alike.

The pianists were talented beyond belief, one minute having the audience sing along to power ballads of Journey, and the next minute the room teemed with laughter at their attempt to spew as many TV theme songs possible in under five minutes.

Nervous music purveyors ventured towards the pianos and deposited slips of napkins that revealed song requests (and often a bit of green) before being reviewed by the pianists. Of course, this all happened while they continued playing and singing without pause. Or, in the case of many songs, the piano men were also apt to beat box and play the tambourine. Maybe they should try some more cowbell?

Off to Jellyrolls

I knew we would be off to a good night when we entered to a rendition of "The Wild Rover" (Get your Irish on!) and then a bachelorette party proceeded to send the soon-to-be bride up on stage to show off her Irish dance skills.

Though there may have been an overabundance of Johnny Cash and Jimmy Buffett that night (I can only take Ring of Fire so many ways) it was a fun evening from beginning to end.

Recommendations: get there early. Keep an eye out for tables. Don't trust the popcorn. And if a 45 year old man asks to buy you a drink, promptly leave the vicinity.

The Randy Saga: Part II

We thought it was over.

We thought the chapter of our lives involving Randy was complete.

We thought wrong.

When the three interns entered the office in the early morning (no one really talks before the third or fourth cup of coffee) we were greeted by the cheerful manager that had previously mentioned her friendship with Randy (click here to read the first Randy newsflash). She exclaimed that after we put our bags down, she had something to show us.

We knew. Oh, we knew. It was Randy news.

And what news it was. We were shown her wedding album, which, when opened, revealed the manager's personal photos of the dress, her ceremony, her reception. It was all extremely lovely, but I was a bit confused why she was showing it to us. I mean, of course, beautiful pictures, but confused nonetheless.

But then, she pointed it out. One of her guests was a much younger and long-haired Randy. Not just Randy though, but a Randy that looked like he had just finished gracing the latest romance novel cover. It was AMAZING. I wish with my entire heart I could have taken a picture of it. I would never have believed it otherwise.

Another Randy secret: complete. The only step to be completed next would be to meet him in person. Cross your fingers!