Chpt 43 - our last night at WDW
Ok....so we were really in the home stretch now....as we unloaded at the Transportation and Ticket Center and made our way to the ferry boat landing. Yup......we were heading for the barn. Our number one priority for the rest of the day was to make sure that Tinkershell got to see her Wishes. Because if she didnt get to see her beloved Wishes......somebody was going to have some splainin to do.....and that somebody wore the initials PPA on his red silk pajamas.
Im not sure that we had ever taking the ferry boat from the TTC before.....because of Pal Mickeys unreasonable fear of water......craft. The couple of times that I had suggested it in the past.....he had just kicked me in the shin.....and then take off like a shot in the direction of the MK monorail......with me hobbling along behind him. I'm not sure why it hurt so bad when Pal Mickey used to kick me in the shins......because his feet were filled with fluff....but it did. I had long suspected that he had slipped a roll of quarters in there somehow......which may explain why he drew so much attention at airport security.....and always sounded like he was wearing spurs when he walked.
When we entered MK, we were just in time for the Dreams Come True parade. People were already lined up five-deep down both sides of Main Street...so we found a place at the Main Street train station where we could watch. This was perfect for me.....because I find that the worst part about WDW parades is the eye gouging and hair pulling that takes place as people jockey for prime viewing spots. Yup.....it was perfect for me.....for Tinkershell.....not so much. I could see here glaring down at all of those people with prime curb-side parade spots...with a covetous look in her eye. I tried to tell her that we had a great spot to watch the parade.....and that coveting was a sin. She responded that we were too far away....and that if wearing a ridiculous fanny pack wasn't a sin....it ought to be. Ouch baby......very ouch.
Anyway, after the parade....as we climbed aboard the train for a scenic trip around the MK....it became crystal clear to me that I needed to get Tinkershell her Wishes tonight.....or I was going to die. Oh, Im sure it would look like an accident.....because Tinkershells crafty that way. But, nonetheless, I was going down. Now...on the surface....that seemed unfair. I mean....we live in an enlightened society. Why should the man automatically take the blame for vacation missteps? Tinkershells the one with the magical talking itinerary for petes sake. Shouldnt she share in the blame? It was a compelling argument.....but it didnt change the fact that I no longer had Pal Mickey around to be my royal food taster when we got back home.....so if I didnt want to end up poisoned....we needed to see Wishes.
After disembarking at the Frontierland train depot, we headed down the steps to Splash Mountain to grab a set of fastpasses. Since we had some time to burn, we headed over to Liberty Square to visit the Hall of Presidents. Hall of Presidents? That seems like an odd attraction to save for the very end.....like its some kind of grand finale. Well, maybe we are an extremely patriotic family.....or maybe we love to watch audio-animitronic men fidget and nod slightly....or maybe....just maybe...this attraction starts every 30 minutes....and this was the first time we had passed by it where the next show didnt start in 29 minutes. In any event, we were going in. Is it just me.....or is this attraction missing something? Id like to see them add a snappy musical number....like they have over at Carousel of Progress. I mean, they could still do all their patriotic stuff....but every once in awhile they could have all the presidents break into song.....and maybe the ones in the back row could link arms and do some of those synchronized kicks like the Radio City Rockettes.....not the really high kicks because that would look silly......just those waist high ones where they do that little hop in between.......oh, and maybe throw in some jazz hands.
After dropping my ideas in the Hall of Presidents suggestion box on the way out, we headed back to Splash Mountain to use our fastpasses....and then it was time to figure out what we were going to do for Wishes. We had a 6:40 pm ADR at the Kona Café in the Polynesian Resort....so the smart thing to do would be to walk back up Main Street and find a nice spot by the park entrance. Then, we could watch Wishes and slip outside MK to grab the monorail over to the Poly for our ADR. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Hmmm....perhaps a little too easy.....peasy. Maybe if I were to over-think this thing....I could come up with a new plan.....a plan that was not only more complicated......but was doomed to failure as well.
You know what.....I think I've got one. I had remembered reading on the Disboards that some people enjoy watching Wishes from the beach at the Poly. How perfect would that be? We could take the monorail over early.....watch Wishes from a beautiful beach lined with palm trees....and then we would just have a short walk to our ADR at Kona. Wow....I've had some great ideas in my day.....but this one tops them all.
Ok....at this point I can see a couple of hands going up in the audience....so it might be a good time to stop and take some questions. "Yes.....how about you maam....in the Harry Potter costume....with the really gross scar. Had we ever tried watching Wishes from the Poly beach before? No. Did I remember the exact details regarding where on the beach to watch Wishes? No, not really. Was I willing to face the consequences that would inevitably come if Tinkershell didnt get to see her Wishes? Apparently so."
Next up: Chpt 44 - Wishes at the Poly