an overdue update

My roomate just pointed out that I never update my blog, so I suppose I should write something.

Lots of things have happend since I last wrote, nothing too eventfull, but interesting- to me at least- none the less. Since we've last met, I've had close encounters with a dreaded Brazilian tour group, celebrated the Fourth of July Disney style and.... other things, but those are the highlights, or at least the things I remember.

First, the Brazilians... whoo boy! For some reason tour groups are imennsly popular among just Brazilians. Its kind of odd, no other country seem to feel the need to travel together in huge masses or chant louldy whilst walking down the street. Anyways, some coworker of my roomates' gave her some really good advice that I now hold near and dear to my heart and it is this: BEWARE OF BRAZILIAN TOUR GROUPS!!!

So me and this girl named Sheryl were sitting- correction, standing- at the turkey leg cart minding our own business the other day and we see essentialy three trillion girls in purple tank tops from across the way. Ah!!! So many girls! All we really could do is sit and watch with baited breath while quietly begging them not to come over. A few minutes later the whole group had passed us.

"thats right- keep walking!" I told them, when they were far enough not to hear me of course.
Of course this wouldnt be a good story if I didn't end up selling three trillion turkey legs, and thats just what happend. One lady, the leader I presume, or maybe the only one who spoke well enough English, came up a few minutes later and asked to buy 115 turkey legs and 115 cokes. So of course I panicked and ran to the phone at the cart next door and called the kitchen and asked if the turkey leg cart could hold 115 turkey legs. It took a while for the person on the phone to understand that someone wanted to buy 115 turkey legs, and in the end I was just so confused that I had to go back to the turkey leg cart and ask exactly what was going on again. Luckily for us the woman said they'd be back in about fourty-five minutes, so I went back to the phone to tell the kitchen, so we both hung up and I think we were both glad that I wasn't talking. Apparently I dont do well under high stress situations. Fortunatly a few minutes later a manager showed up and we were able to explain it more throughly to him, so that he could make the arrangments.
So at two o'clock they brought out the reinforcements. One giant cooler of coke, and two full trolleys full of turkey legs. Two people from the kitchen, one of our coordinators and our manager all stood at the ready. A few minutes later we saw a big tidal wave of purple coming down on the boardwalk.
"Everybody at the ready!" yelled my manager, or something like that. Like I said, I have short term memory.
Soon they were all in a massive line that stretched down passed the churro cart. If anyone besides a Brazilian wearing a purple shirt wanted a turkey leg, it was pretty much too bad for them. Suprisingly enough we got through the line quite quickly. The two guys from the kitchen wrapped up the legs at warped speed while my manager handed them out, and then they'd get their drinks from my coordinator. I really didn't do anything really. Sheryl and I helped the other non Brazilian guests once the line of the Brazilians got a bit shorter. So really it wasn't too terribly aweful. I deffinatly learned that I don't do well when I'm panicking though.

My Fourth of July was pretty good. I really wasnt homesick till I was sitting at church and we started singing America the Beautiful. See, when I was a kid, we used to rent this movie with Haley Mills in it called Polyanna, and in that movie shes dressed like a flag and sings America the Beautiful, and at the part where she sings "and crown thy good with brotherhood" she says "brotherhood" in some kind of special way that me, my brother and sister all found funny. So from the time we watched that movie, which was probably at least ten years ago, till now, whenever we sing that song we sing it Polyanna style. So when I was sitting in church and the "crown thy good with brotherhood" part came up, I had to fight the urge to sing polyanna style really hard, lest my roomates and heck, the rest of the congregation, gave me weird looks. Just so you can know what I'm talking about I have posted the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkT5ji7Cc9o

Other than that, my holiday was just like a normal day. The only thing different was that the park was incredibly crowded and loads of people were all wearing red white and blue. It was actually really cool to see. While I was greeting at Diamond Horseshoe I got to watch as people from all kinds of races walked around with flags and american colors on their shirts. Thats one of the best things about America, I think. We really are what you would call a Melting Pot.
Another thing about working Fourth of July is that for some reason the guests decided that the most patriotic thing they could eat to celebrate Fourth of July was a Turkey leg. When I got to the wagon there were two cashiers and a filler, and about an hour later we had to bring in another filler because our lines were so long. It was crazy! We never had no guests in line.
I did get to see a little bit of the special fireworks that they had for the holiday from the gap in the trees by the wagon, and they seemed like they were really neat. Maybe some day I'll get to see them for reals.

Honestly I think this post is long enough, so I'm going to end it here. From now on I'm going to try and write about things as they happen and not wait weeks and weeks till I forget all of the details. So for those of you who say I dont update my blog- Take that!