Night Out

We had our date night before last. After fobbing off the Kitten, we took a romantic boat trip down to Downtown Disney. We strolled along, wandered onto Pleasure Island, and became introduced to …

… the Adventurers Club.

Too much fun to be had for anyone. Imagine a combination of the Enchanted Tiki Room with improv theater with the era of Indiana Jones with the Magic Castle with too much alcohol, and you begin to get an inkling of the evening’s delights. Designed as a club for adventurers in 1937 (yes, the Pulp era), you are ushered from room to room for different shows, the walls all covered with the fine mementos and swag from trips to exotic places, some of which bears closer examination than the initial cursory look. The snooty butler, the saucy maid, the ditzy club president, the vain and dashing hero, the envious and boasting club treasurer, these and more all await your visit to the the Adventurers Club.

As I said, too much fun.

After about three hours, we realized we couldn’t, alas, just keep sitting there, drinking and laughing. Eating was needed, too. So we sauntered over at 10:30 to the place where we’d had reservations at 8, the Portabello Yacht Club, for some fine dinner (and a bit of wine, too).

Then another relaxing boat ride back, where I cleaned up while Margie took the sitters back to their hotel room, and then the arms of Morpheus.

Pretty fine entertainment. KUNGALOOSH!