Man, I hate the end of vacation. I've mentioned this before, but our family vacation is The Big Event for us each year. It's the part of the year we look forward to the most, and the tradition that is the most cherished. I can't think of anything that beats the thrill of exploring a new place. It's that time when our worries are forgotten and the stresses of life fade away. Our Rosebud, if you will. So when it's finally over, and we have to return to sitting in a cubicle and doing paperwork or cooking meals or dealing with temper tantrums or cleaning up a room that was spotless yesterday and now looks like a tornado struck that was localized entirely in that one room or paying bills or mowing the lawn or fixing things that shouldn't break so quickly, it's kind of a bummer.
Which is why the planning for the next year's vacation usually starts as soon as we get home.
We woke up, got dressed and headed to Riverside Mill for breakfast. In 2006, we'd had breakfast at Boatwrights and had the best french toast of our lives--big slices of French bread deep-fried and covered in cinnamon and sugar. Unfortunately, the bean counters at Disney closed Boatwrights for breakfast
sad1: good thing we got the recipe), so we made do with the food court. It was standard fare, nothing too memorable, but it did use up our remaining dining plan credits. I found myself wishing I could get another mini-apple pie from the bakery there.
We had decided to spend the morning swimming at Ol' Man Island. What a great pool area that is. I think it's really cool that it's actually out on an island. Why? I don't know, I just do. You should know by now that I'm not a real deep thinker.
Julie wandered around with the camera to get some more flavor of Port Orleans Riverside.
Thank goodness it was warm enough to swim. We had a great time splashing around in the pool. I took the kids for rides through the various water spouts, some of which really get you drenched. Everybody was having a blast. I'd say the only downside was that the water tends to expose my receding hairline. But the water does give us a chance to test the depth charges.
The lifeguards opened up the waterslide, and Sarah and I were in line soon afterwards. Waterslides rock. Period.
We both went down quite a few times. And then I asked David if he wanted to try it. In typical Dave fashion, he hemmed and hawed and stewed and cogitated. Then he got in line. Then he wanted me to go first. Then he wanted Sarah to go ahead of both of us. Then he started to back away. Then I coaxed him back. Then Sarah went down the slide. We watched her land safely in the pool. Then I told him I'd go, and I'd be there to catch him at the bottom. And I took a ride.
And Dave stood at the top of the slide and waited. And waited. And waited.
And yes, there was a line behind him, in case you were wondering.
I kept yelling for him to come down! Julie saw him and yelled at him to come down! After what felt like ages, the pressure finally got to him, and he went down the slide.
Please avert your eyes from my pasty white skin:
The Ol' Man Island Waterslide...
CONQUERED!
Finally, it was time to go. We reluctantly climbed out of the pool and went back to the room to dress and finish packing.
The Magical Express experience was mostly flawless, especially now that they're checking in Southwest luggage at the hotel. That was a huge help. The only problem was when our bus stopped at Old Key West and there was no room onboard to take the people waiting.
We got into MCO and scratched our heads over the security lines set up by TSA. They had about 5 podiums for workers checking ID's, and then they funneled everyone down to only 2 working x-ray machines. This caused a slight backup. And by "slight", I mean "Times-Square-on-New-Year's-Eve-level crowds".
After zapping my luggage and my body with radiation and determining that I was not in fact Keyser Soze, we went to the Not-A-Monorail and made our way to the gate. Lunch was at Chez McDonald's. Amazing how you can spend a whole week at Disney World, taking on debt nearly equal to Washington's while buying your kids souvenirs, and yet they'll still be ultra-concerned over which Happy Meal toy they get.
The flight back to BWI was perfect, which means uneventful. My dad and I took a couple of bags and retrieve the Oblivious Van from long-term parking and then gathered everyone else. That left only one more adventure: dinner.
We crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and then started looking for a place to eat. We happened upon a strip mall with a Burger King out front near Queenstown, MD. My mother has a gluten allergy and said she knew she could get a bun-free Whopper at BK. We drove into the lot and parked at the Burger King. As we unloaded, we spotted a Subway in the strip mall, and Julie and the kids voted for that instead. So, my parents went inside the BK and we trekked all the way across the parking lot to the Subway.
We went inside and made our order, and then turned around in surprise to see my mother entering the Subway. We asked her what she was doing, and she said, "They didn't understand what I wanted, and I got angry and left."
Ok... so where's Dad?
"He got his food and he's eating."
I guess BK doesn't have the chef come out to you and explain what you can and can't order like Disney. Welcome back to the real world. So, while Julie got the kids settled, I trekked back across the parking lot to BK, and found my Dad munching on a burger.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I don't know. I made my order and left your mom in line while I went to the bathroom. When I came out, my food was ready and she was leaving."
I asked him if he wanted to come join us, and he said, "Sure. I would have preferred to eat at Subway in the first place. I just came here because it's where your mom wanted to go."
So, I drove the van across the parking lot to Subway since everyone was over there. Dad finished his dinner and then joined us. I'm not sure what the lesson is here, other than if you need gluten-free food, don't go to the BK in Queenstown. But hey, we all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?
The trip home was routine. We dropped my parents off at their house and then drove home. Night fell, and it got very quiet in the back seat. I looked back, and I saw dead people. Three kids, all zonked out in the back seat. No wonder the van seemed so quiet. We put the kids in bed and then started unpacking. I dug out my carry-on bag and started unloading the books, magazines, iPod, camcorder, and...hey? What's this? Wedged under the hard base of the bag?
Two blank mini-DV camcorder tapes.
Coming Up Next: We'll determine the Contest Winner! And I'll post some random lists ranking our experiences at Disney, plus other items that have nothing to do with anything, just because it's fun to rank things in lists. And then I'll post some final thoughts.
P.S. There is a theme for this chapter's movie quotes.