I am a strong believer that if you have to do something, do it with panache, with flair. If you have to go out, go out with a bang! My final evening at Disney and the leaving drinks that happened that night were no exception to this rule!
It all started with a couple of drinks with a couple of friends at my usual waterhole, Timmy Nolan’s (where else?!). The couple of drinks did turn into a large a amount of drinks soon followed by a rapid series of shots…
Sarah kindly came to Timmy’s, hoping to bring me back home at some point. Sadly, that point never truly came and Sarah went back home alone and I did stay behind… Timmy’s was followed by Sardos (yes, the home of the World Famous Porn Star Karaoke) and more shots…
The rest is a blur…
Until I woke up several hours later, in our family room, fully dressed, on our sofa, after a short night of sleep…
The best was still to come!
Sarah had everything planned and a typical Full English Breakfast was soon waiting for me (grease is the best cure to hangover). At this point, I realized that I was missing a couple of things, objects, devices, such as my phone, my backpack, my wallet and few brain cells…
Last I remember, I was trying desperately to open the gate of our community using my Disney ID… To no success… Before that… not sure!
So I sent a couple of text messages to the team, trying to piece back together parts of the evening and find if anyone had kept any of my missing items…
First text back: “I have your phone”. Second text: “You had your wallet at Sardos”… It was a start.
After I finished my breakfast, Sarah decided that I wasn’t fit for driving and drove me to Burbank, for my last day at the Mouse House. Once there, I was reunited with my cell phone. On that phone, I had a text from one of the owner of “Timmy Nolan’s”: “Hi Cyril, we have your backpack. It is in the office. Come anytime to get it”. So Sarah drove to Timmy’s and picked up my bag while I was at the office, preparing for my exit interview. Then Sarah went to Sardos and retrieved my wallet. Most of my belongings were found. I was just short of one article, Mister P: one of my team members was MIA and hadn’t shown up at the office. I knew he was alive as he had sent me text me at some point but no one knew where he had been since!
Finally, (way) later that morning, a grey Mr. P. showed up and admitted that he knew things were not going to be that simple (and could turn ugly) when the bouncer at Sardo’s gave me a hug at the door! The rest of his night (and some other team members) involved some long conversations with the big white telephone located in the small room that locks…
Yup, I definitely think I went out with a bang!
PS: To all of you who attended that night, thank you for a cracking hangover!
