Chapter 12: EMH and I see the Dream Team
I awoke to Ashley Tisdale singing "Last Christmas," followed by Stitch. I packed up my bag, and headed off to the bus stop. I had spoken with the desk the night before regarding mom's arrival:
"I have a guest on the reservation coming tomorrow who won't have her room key. If she shows ID at the desk, will she be ok to be let in?" I had been assured she would be. I didn't know Mom's exact time for leaving-she'd said she hoped to get to POFQ noon-ish, but I figured she could entertain herself at POFQ.
I arrived at the MK and waited for rope drop. I started up a conversation with a family going to
MVMCP that night-I told them how good it was, and I had my map in my bag, which I offered to them. we got a list of open attractions. I started on Buzz. I love Buzz Lightyear-I guess this goes back to my Pixar soapboxing, but I loved Dream Flight (I also used to love Delta, but that's another story for another day), but even though I miss Dream Flight, I love Buzz. My score was ok, in the 12K range, not great.
I then headed off to Fantasyland. I love Peter Pan's Flight, I then headed onto Cinderella's Golden Carousel-it was cute, but not something I'd jump up to spend WDW time again. I did, however, have a fun chat with the little girl with a Jasmine doll next to me. I then decided to try Snow White's Scary Adventures-I spent the entire time I was nine on it burying my head in my dad's lap, and haven't tried it since. I also was a little scared of Pirates and HM then, though, so I figured I might as well try it again. I was in the front of the car. Ick. I wasn't scared, but it just seemed dull...and too creepy for wee ones-I'm surprised parents let their kids ride it. I think I'll wait another 14 years before going on it again, at least. I went on Winnie the Pooh-I love Eeyore, and I love this ride. It did stop a couple of times, though.
At this time, EMH were over, and I headed over to the MK bakery to grab breakfast-I wanted to try the famous french toast loaf. As I was in line, a person pointed out my LGMH to his companions and explained it was a DIS "secret symbol," but when I turned to ask him about it, he seemed embarrassed. I didn't like the French Toast loaf-too slimey for me, but if you like slimey french toast it's flavorful and fairly cheap. I saw the Dream Along With Mickey show-I liked it.
I then headed over to ride BTMRR. However, the wait was 20 minutes, where as the FP was for a half hour later. I figured I'd be better off getting an FP and going onto the HM instead of waiting in line. This would turn out to be a very good decision. On the way back to Liberty Square, I saw a family with two kids dressed up as Woody and Jessie, who had just met Woody and Jessie. They were adorable.
I rode HM, picked up my hitchhiking ghost, and headed over to BTMRR. I saw the Dream Team going to BTMRR's exit. "Rats," I thought, "just missed them." I rode BTMRR, which I love. I didn't share a car with anyone this time, thereby avoiding the awkward getting thrown on someone you don't know event that can happen. I disembarked, and headed out to the sun, planning to get a quick lunch at Cosmic Ray's before heading back to POFQ to get Mom. At this point I saw a Dream Team member waiting at the next turn "Have you heard of Disney's Year of a Million dreams?" "Yes?" "As part of that, you have won a Dream Fastpass for the Magic Kingdom today!" I began thanking both that Dream Team member and the one who gave me my Fastpass as if they had given my an Oscar. I took my Fastpass and put it around my neck. See-MKers, I won a FastPass.
I gloated over to Cosmic Ray's, where I waited in line for my Boca Burger and coke. While in line, a father was bickering with his tweenage son over how ordering at WDW CS works. The son was right, but I don't think the father needed to hear that. I got my Boca burger and cokenoiceplease, and made my way to the toppings bar. Ketchup and relish later, I was good.
I sat down and took out my phone. I figured I'd call Mom after I ate. As I started eating my burger, my phone rang. It was Mom. She was approaching Orlando, and thought she'd get there in about an hour and a half, plus she needed gas for her rental. I told her I'd probably be at the MK a bit longer due to my Dream FP, if that was ok. It was. I finished lunch, and started seeking a CM, as I wanted a picture with my FP in one piece. I saw a custodial CM, and asked him. I noticed his nametag said a community college near where I live. "Which Massasoit do you go to?" I asked "The one in Massachusetts." We determined he goes to the branch further from my house, my still-small world. Picture taken, I strode off to Space Mountain. I was chosen to be a line card person again. I rode SM-and survived. I then went on Buzz again and got a better score. I then headed over to Winnie the Pooh, which stopped again, and Peter Pan's Flight. As I was getting off Peter Pan's Flight, I saw a Dream Team member, but she didn't give me anything. I decided to stick around, though, because I'm nosy like that. They had a big duffle bag, and were giving out Dream Ears about 10 people after me. I'd already gotten a Dream, so I was cool. It must stink to be on the Dream Team, though-every time I saw one I looked at then like they were a delicious Dole Whip or something, and I doubt I'm the only one.
I deiced to head back to POFQ. As I was walking through Liberty Square, my phone rang and it was Mom. She'd gotten to POFQ, and was going to go get gas and come back. On my way out of the park, I was stopped by a survey person and I took a survey on food at WDW. I wish I'd had a more exciting meal-a boca burger's a boca burger, but it was easy, convenient and vegetarian friendly. I got my bus and headed back to POFQ.
I walked over to Building 2, and Mom was waiting outside our room. We got her stuff inside, I acquainted her with the towel animals, and she told me her problem. She was returning her rental car to the hotel formerly known as the Grosvner, but didn't have directions to get there. She had called Dollar, but they weren't much help. She tried calling POFQ concierge, but they didn't know. I decided to, just for the heck of it, pull out my Passporter. There it was, on the flap, take that road to Disney vacation club way, and turn. Easy. We figured it was worth a shot-if we at least got to the DTD hotel area, we could ask for the Royal sun resort. We headed out to Mom's car. Dear lord, the thing was gigantic. According Mom, it was either that or an SUV. When we got in the car, Mom told me the story of her saga of her luggage.
She flew from Boston to Miami, then from Miami to Key West. When she got to Key West, her luggage was not there. She contacted the airline, and they said they'd have it on the next flight. So it kind of stunk, b/c of her luggage restrictions shed checked pretty much everything. So she waited for her luggage to arrive on Sunday. It didn't. At that point, she was on the phone with a friend of hers, who asked if she had travel insurance. She said she did. She called travel guard, and as it had been over 24 hours, she had a $100 cloting allowance. Also, they'd start nagging the airline. So she hit up Fresh Produce, turns out her luggage was in St. Thomas (where her flight went after Miami). They finally got it to her on Monday, but yipes. Remember when I told you about the phone conversation that be on the test? Yeah, don't you think she would have mentioned that? Now, as those of you on the Resorts/Budget/TPAS boards know, I'm a very strong proponent of travel insurance, and i think this is a perfect example why.
Anyway, Mom drove the massive 300 to the Royal Sun Resort. We parked the rental, and went inside. Mom turned in the keys, and I gave the mileage. We had been planning on walking to DTD and bussing it to the Beach Club, but instead we took the shuttle to Beach Club. We waited about 30 minutes for the shuttle-Mom called my godmother, who was sick.
The shuttle arrived, and we were off to the Beach Club...