Hey guys! I'm back with a brand new blog topic.. Today will start a possible mini-series titled "CocoFuego's Tales from Disney!" Just in case some of you may not know, last year I signed up for an Internship to work at Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida. Prior to enrolling for the program, I knew absolutely nothing about Disney. I had never been to the parks, I wasn't a big time "OMG there's Mickey" fan, and really had very little desire to go. But I figured "hey, I'm young, never been away from home, Disney sounds safe enough, lets do it" (my exact thoughts before quickly paying 700 dollars to travel across the country for six months).
Needless to say, it was one of the best experiences I've ever had in my entire life! But with those awesome experiences there were also those "wow did that just happen" moments as well. Those are the moments that this mini series will feature! So hopefully everyone will enjoy my tales as I relive the crazy moments of a Disney College Intern.
P.S. (I will be VERY careful not to post any details or information threatening the reputation of Mickey Mouse, Walt Disney World, or any other Disney Affiliates that could result in the random disappearance of myself and/or any other friends, relatives, coworkers, or neighbors).
Tale number one: Coconut Cabana
The first story I'm going to share is about my dear friend and ex roommate from Costa Rica, we will call him Pablo. But before I actually tell you what happened, first I'm going to tell you a little about Pablo. He was about 5'1, very energetic, and totally random. He was that guy who walks into a room of laughter and says "Hey guys, whats funny I want to laugh?" which just makes everyone burst out into a second chuckle at his over-expressive interruption. He had a heart of gold but was completely unaware of his comical attributes, and the questions he asked would just blow your mind.
<---- PabloHopefully that description paints a pretty picture in your head of this outlandish personality which should set the scene for what I am about to share....
So one Disney morning like any other, as I awoke Donald Duck passed me my slippers and I went out of my room to get my daily cup of coffee (ok... maybe the 'daily coffee' part is a bit exaggerated). As I walked out there was my friend, we will call him "Captain Jack Sparrow," on his laptop blasting his favorite morning jams, such as "Moscato" by Roscoe Dash, and "Well Done" by Tyga. I danced for a minute, hit up my dougie, and grabbed my breakfast in a very stylish fashion.
As I'm enjoying my meal I see Pablo coming out of his room looking very tired and sighing loudly as he always does. "Do you gotta work today?" I asked Pablo... "No, I'm just going to stay home and clean today," he replied (Oh yes I forgot to mention Pablo loves to clean; dishes, cars, sinks, you name it, it gets shiny!). I didn't bother finding out more about why he wanted to clean (as opposed to enjoying the sunny weather outside), I just got ready for work and left out the door. If Pablo wants to clean, then by all means Pablo can clean (I hated doing dishes).
*Fast Forward Ten Hours*
So I got off work pretty late, yes ten hours is normal for a CP shift (CP stands for College Program and is what full time Disney employees call their college Interns; it doesn't stand for Colored Person but some days it sure felt like slavery lol... *Just kidding I love Mickey...).
So I walked into our apartment and the first thing I heard was some strange noise.. almost as if someone was shooting a commercial about the freshness of Fa-breeze.. but it was some strange music and it was LOUD. I searched around the apartment to see who could be causing this ruckus, only to realize little Pablo was knocked out on the couch and this sound was coming from him! I felt like I was being punk'd because this was just too fuuny to be true... Being the good friend that I am, I simply turned down the music, put a blanket on Pablo, and let him rest in peace.... The End.
HAHA NOT REALLY... I PULLED OUT MY PHONE and this is what I got! --->
To this day I still don't know why he was knocked out on the couch (maybe it was the cleaning or he ate some bad fish)... or how he could sleep with that extremely loud island jam in his ear, but for whatever reason it made my day...
If you would like for me to continue this series and tell another ridiculous tale just hit me up on twitter at --> www.twitter.com/cocofuego <--- and make sure to include the hashtag #MoreTales.. Who knows the next one might be even better including coffins, Russian mobsters, and yes a wrestling ring.
Until next time, Adios!
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