deekaypee
08-01-2006, 08:32 PM
In keeping with DISboard tradition, I begin my TR with introductions and an overview. I like to think that 1) to know us is to love us and 2) an introduction means you’ve been warned.
Cast of Not-So-Animated Characters
DH: 39, marathoner, soccer fan, looks good in a bow tie and a blazer. He loves jazz, the Sunday NYTimes, and Will Shortz. I’ll often refer to DH as My-Partner-in-Crime (MPiC) throughout this TR, a nickname which sums up our pranksterish natures. DH/ MPiC is AKA Mr. Pithy, for his dry humor and ability to make me laugh at the oddest moments. MPiC isn’t a huge Disney fan, but he loves me and has learned to like the Mouse. He even arranged a surprise trip to the World to propose to me. [Technically, he’s not a DH, as we’re not yet married even though we’ve been engaged for several years. We’ve sort of treated the engagement as its own fun destination in our journey together, no hurry, no rush. Most people in our lives forget we’re not married, except our parents, so the DH label seems to fit.] DH does love all Disney’s attention to detail, especially with landscaping, architecture, and attraction queues. With that in mind, he’s always in charge of finding Hidden Mickeys. MPiC is the eye in the tornado of our lives; I am the cackling witch frantically looking for those ruby slippers. And at the risk of sounding mushy, he’s the best person I know.
Me (DeeKayPee): 38, yoga enthusiast, animation fan, collector of odd t-shirts. I loves bad puns, Vosges chocolate, and dollar movies. You can generally count on me for the Emperor-Wears-No-Clothes moments, much to everyone’s alternating amusement and irritation. I cheat at mini-golf and play a mean game of cribbage. My first memory of Disney was seeing Sleeping Beauty at the drive-in theater with my parents. Afterwards, I re-enacted the movie, casting my baby brother as Aurora and myself as Prince Phillip (and was heartbroken when my parents told me I couldn’t grow up to be the prince who does the rescuing.) I’m AKA Ms. Snarky for my sense of humor which is, well, snarky. I’m lucky that MPiC thinks I’m funny…most of the time.
The Pre-Show Attraction
I’ve been to WDW and DL several times before—and had an active Disney life pre-MPiC, whose always known that to love me is to accept Disney as central to our lives. Among some of my more memorable trips: eloped to WDW with my first (starter) marriage; licked my wounds over my first (and final) divorce by revisiting the Disney magic; and celebrated my post-chemotherapy/post-surgery/new identity as a cancer survivor at the World. Deekaypee and Disney, partners forever.
Luckily, DH supports me in this relationship, even pretends it’s functional and not simply a fixation. In return, we’ve struck a deal, alternating our trips to Disney with other vacations or an additional trip to see his snowbird parents (who I can’t beg, bribe, or cajole into going to the parks). And all our vacations are subject to our budget, which means that we didn’t go to Disney in 2005—we had to dip into our traveling fund for trips home due to three back-to-back funerals. And then, in March 2006, we went to Europe for the first time. I’d promised myself we’d make it there before I turned 40 (DH had been there as a college student, but I hadn’t). We were on a fairly tight budget, cashing in long-saved airline miles and staying in a cheap flat in London. We loved it, and can’t wait to save up and use our passports again.
At the same time, I was a little moony—as Mr. Pithy puts it—that there would be no Disney until 2007. And MPiC could sense it, not that it took a lot to notice. We’d go to a Disney movie, and I’d drag my feet as we left the theatre, sighing and kicking at imaginary pebbles. When he mentioned looking forward to POTC: DMC, I’d mention the refurbishment of the rides. Yeah, I’m an open book, I am. So as summer approached, MPiC generously suggested we take a quick trip out to DLR. After all, we have plenty of leisure time in the summer. Plus, he said, don’t you want to see DLR for the 50th anniversary? We’d been to DLR before, but we weren’t DL veterans—we consider WDW our theme-park “home.” Hmm, there was no denying the logic of his arguments, right?
But, the expense! We may have the free time during the summer, but we’re also on 9-month salaries. (We could take the 12-month option, but we’d rather budget our money ourselves.) Of course, we had squirreled some money away for DH’s summer research trip, but it wasn’t reasonable to use that money for a fun vacation. And at the point of our initial discussion, we had no firm plans to earn extra summer cash. And even though we had enough money in our monthly budget for entertainment—movies, eating out, day trips—to make the trip feasible, it would mean compromising on the little luxuries of summer, all to indulge little old me. So, despite my daydreamy desires, I pulled my head out of the clouds and said no, not this summer. I’m an adult, I can delay gratification for another year. (We use the phrase “delay gratification” whenever we have to contain our ids. Mr. Pithy is good at it. Me, not so much.)
And that was that. No Disney this year. Final decision.
Until….
Next Post: Releasing My Inner-Disney Control Freak
Cast of Not-So-Animated Characters
DH: 39, marathoner, soccer fan, looks good in a bow tie and a blazer. He loves jazz, the Sunday NYTimes, and Will Shortz. I’ll often refer to DH as My-Partner-in-Crime (MPiC) throughout this TR, a nickname which sums up our pranksterish natures. DH/ MPiC is AKA Mr. Pithy, for his dry humor and ability to make me laugh at the oddest moments. MPiC isn’t a huge Disney fan, but he loves me and has learned to like the Mouse. He even arranged a surprise trip to the World to propose to me. [Technically, he’s not a DH, as we’re not yet married even though we’ve been engaged for several years. We’ve sort of treated the engagement as its own fun destination in our journey together, no hurry, no rush. Most people in our lives forget we’re not married, except our parents, so the DH label seems to fit.] DH does love all Disney’s attention to detail, especially with landscaping, architecture, and attraction queues. With that in mind, he’s always in charge of finding Hidden Mickeys. MPiC is the eye in the tornado of our lives; I am the cackling witch frantically looking for those ruby slippers. And at the risk of sounding mushy, he’s the best person I know.
Me (DeeKayPee): 38, yoga enthusiast, animation fan, collector of odd t-shirts. I loves bad puns, Vosges chocolate, and dollar movies. You can generally count on me for the Emperor-Wears-No-Clothes moments, much to everyone’s alternating amusement and irritation. I cheat at mini-golf and play a mean game of cribbage. My first memory of Disney was seeing Sleeping Beauty at the drive-in theater with my parents. Afterwards, I re-enacted the movie, casting my baby brother as Aurora and myself as Prince Phillip (and was heartbroken when my parents told me I couldn’t grow up to be the prince who does the rescuing.) I’m AKA Ms. Snarky for my sense of humor which is, well, snarky. I’m lucky that MPiC thinks I’m funny…most of the time.
The Pre-Show Attraction
I’ve been to WDW and DL several times before—and had an active Disney life pre-MPiC, whose always known that to love me is to accept Disney as central to our lives. Among some of my more memorable trips: eloped to WDW with my first (starter) marriage; licked my wounds over my first (and final) divorce by revisiting the Disney magic; and celebrated my post-chemotherapy/post-surgery/new identity as a cancer survivor at the World. Deekaypee and Disney, partners forever.
Luckily, DH supports me in this relationship, even pretends it’s functional and not simply a fixation. In return, we’ve struck a deal, alternating our trips to Disney with other vacations or an additional trip to see his snowbird parents (who I can’t beg, bribe, or cajole into going to the parks). And all our vacations are subject to our budget, which means that we didn’t go to Disney in 2005—we had to dip into our traveling fund for trips home due to three back-to-back funerals. And then, in March 2006, we went to Europe for the first time. I’d promised myself we’d make it there before I turned 40 (DH had been there as a college student, but I hadn’t). We were on a fairly tight budget, cashing in long-saved airline miles and staying in a cheap flat in London. We loved it, and can’t wait to save up and use our passports again.
At the same time, I was a little moony—as Mr. Pithy puts it—that there would be no Disney until 2007. And MPiC could sense it, not that it took a lot to notice. We’d go to a Disney movie, and I’d drag my feet as we left the theatre, sighing and kicking at imaginary pebbles. When he mentioned looking forward to POTC: DMC, I’d mention the refurbishment of the rides. Yeah, I’m an open book, I am. So as summer approached, MPiC generously suggested we take a quick trip out to DLR. After all, we have plenty of leisure time in the summer. Plus, he said, don’t you want to see DLR for the 50th anniversary? We’d been to DLR before, but we weren’t DL veterans—we consider WDW our theme-park “home.” Hmm, there was no denying the logic of his arguments, right?
But, the expense! We may have the free time during the summer, but we’re also on 9-month salaries. (We could take the 12-month option, but we’d rather budget our money ourselves.) Of course, we had squirreled some money away for DH’s summer research trip, but it wasn’t reasonable to use that money for a fun vacation. And at the point of our initial discussion, we had no firm plans to earn extra summer cash. And even though we had enough money in our monthly budget for entertainment—movies, eating out, day trips—to make the trip feasible, it would mean compromising on the little luxuries of summer, all to indulge little old me. So, despite my daydreamy desires, I pulled my head out of the clouds and said no, not this summer. I’m an adult, I can delay gratification for another year. (We use the phrase “delay gratification” whenever we have to contain our ids. Mr. Pithy is good at it. Me, not so much.)
And that was that. No Disney this year. Final decision.
Until….
Next Post: Releasing My Inner-Disney Control Freak