In which we take a day off, so to speak, from commando theme park attacks

At this point the DisAd14 has gathered and eaten on Friday, attacked Hogwarts and other points Universal on Saturday starting at the crack of dawn, attacked Gringotts and other points Universal on Sunday starting at the crack of dawn, and put away the entire Magic Kingdom on Monday, starting at, yet again, the crack of dawn.

Time for a modicum of sleep.

Blizzard Beach opens at 9:00 a.m. For me, this would mean up at about 8:00, which is as late as I ever sleep, so it’s a pretty good deal. The plan this day is for the group to break up a little bit. Some folks may head over to the Morse Museum in Winter Park, which I’ve been to and found quite interesting. But if the sun is shining, I’m more likely to head over with the Blizzard Beach contingent. The best part of BB is the toboggans, if you ask me. I’ve gone down the virtually vertical water slide, and didn’t enjoy it much. It’s just sort of ZAP and you hit the water. The toboggans twist and turn and go all over the place, for much more entertainment value. Do this for a while, then share a raft down from the top with whoever else is around, and you’ve eaten up a couple of hours, at which point the commoners have arrived in force and the lines have grown and it’s time to lollygag along in a big tire-thing along the sleepy river or whatever they call it. Blizzard Beach being ice-themed, occasionally you get shot with a blast of cold water, but mostly you just relax and soak up the idea of not doing anything.

After lunch, there will be the first of our mini-golf tournaments. I hold the honors from the DiDeAd, but have since been beaten by JV on our m-g day in Manhattan last summer. (Yes, there is a mini-golf course in the city, within falling-out-the-window distance of Stuyvesant.) So there will be much grudge-match venom being brought into this game. The Blizzard Beach course (actually, there’s two), are Christmas and beach themed. Shouts of “Fore!” cutting through the “California Girls” and “Jingle Bell Rock” music, in other words. I would advise those of the betting persuasion not to count the daughter out in your handicapping, not to mention the son-in-law whose golf skills are totally unknown. However, putting your money on O’C to take it all is just throwing it away. O’C’s lack of athleticism extends even to mini-golf, which is about as non-athletic as you can get without being in a coma. He’s enjoyable to watch, however, much in the way a traffic accident is enjoyable to watch, as long as it’s not your car involved in the pileup. If his golf skills are contagious, we’re all in for trouble.

That night we’re doing Greek food at Cat Cora’s on the Boardwalk, followed either by Jellyroll’s, a singalong piano bar, or karaoke at a very serene Japanese sushi place. I’m sort of leaning toward the former, although the latter may prove the crowd favorite. We’ll see.