let me set the stage: it was a dark and stormy night – wait! that’s peanuts…. hold on. it was late and it was dark! the MG crew and i were returning, oh around 1230 am-ish, to our rooms at the carribean beach resort. mine was the last stop, i was the last guest to exit. both my driver and myself laughed as, when i exited, the one clear pathway in the dark was bombarded by sprinklers! and not just a light spray getting the pavement wet, but the blasting tchk-tchk-tchk of the rotating spray was pummeling the only lit area leading back to the resort parking lot and the rooms… what to do?
well, i’m no girly girl, but the spray was a bit much, not to mention getting soaked would affect my extensive wardrobe planning that was in effect for all of mousefest. so, i had a choice. go left. go right. either way, from the sight lines of the bus stop, there was a stretch of darkness, then the more brightly lit resort rooms. i elected to go right of the bus stop, knowing the road the bus came on goes of that way, making a circle around the majority of resort rooms at CB. a few steps past the bus stop, i saw what i thought to be another walkway, so i took it. again, approximately 20 yards or so away was the dimly lit parking lot and home. did i mention none of this was well lit???
the first red flag should’ve been that the “sidewalk” ended after about 6 ft., then changed to grass sloping gently down hill. again, it looked to be (and i was NOT drinking, people) a little slope, then asphalt in a part of the parking lot the NO ONE WAS PARKED IN (i.e.; the second red flag). so, in my walking sandals i trudged for the, when suddenly the surface went from grass to ?dirty asphalt to ?muddy asphalt to MUD!!!!! ug! suddenly, my razor sharp night vision kicked in and – duh duh duuuhhhh! – i’m wading thru mud that is gushing in between my toes, goobering up my walking sandals (my mephistos that are integral to the wardrobe plan as i mentioned) and fearing i will soon be knee deep in the lagoon. to turn back was about as far as to trudge on, so i just hopped the best i could across. as the light got a bit better, i could see it was some kind of culvert or something that in the rainy season probably is a little pond. oy.
so maybe i wasn’t nearly killed, but my pedicure was nearly ruined and that is just as dangerous. those disney a-listers, of course, don’t ride the bus systems, they scoot along in their chauffeured limousines or possibly drive their prius’ all about the world, but not me people, i’m riding the bus alone after midnight, trudging through goo. side note: with all the magic going on, why do the CB maintenance people have sprinklers on in an area people need to walk through when busses etc., are still running? hmmmm? file that tid bit away for the guide book i shall some day write for single wanna be party girls (and boys!) working the magic solo.. but i digress.
daylight photos reveal where i walked. note the lisa-saurus tracks. and of course, had i turned left, i realized later, i would have gone around some bushes and been IN the actual parking lot, mud free.
view from the safety of the parking lot of the bus stop. to the left of this picture is the way i went. to the immediate right is the driveway to the parking lot.
the way i should have gone!!
life on the WDW d-list 
