It's been a rough day.
As some of you know, I've been nursing a bad back of late.
What most of you don't know is that I've been trying to build a deck.
You're a glutton for punishment.
Zip downstairs, grab em, head back up and...
It happened so fast.
Still not sure what happened.
That's how it always happens.
The back of my right leg from knee to derriere is one big mass
of scrapes, bruises and cuts.
Ouch...
At least my back seems okay.
Well, there's the positive. I thought the whole thing was going to have happened because you had a back spasm or something and that's what threw you off balance.
The customs guard diverted his attention from me to Kay.
"Are you running away?" He asked her.
"No." She said.
Thank you Lord for impressing her with the gravity of the situation.
Maybe you'll avoid causing an international incident after all.
The guard stared at us for, oh... about a year... and then
<Kachunk!><Kachunk!>
he stamped both passports and handed them back to us.
I held the passports in my hand and just looked at them in wonder.
We were in!
Great! I had a feeling this is how it would play out. I'm glad that Kay answered appropriately and you were allowed to go on your way.
Score.
I mentally thumb my nose at a certain Customs agent who shall remain friendless.
Hey, he could have made things a lot more difficult on you!!! He did bend the rules for you.
Yes, I splurged and upgraded us to Plus seats.
(Hey, Andy... pppbbbbtttt...)
I'm proud of you. It's Kay's once in lifetime trip with Dad. Gotta live it up a little bit!
I love how airlines cut services and then trumpet these cutbacks
as if they're doing something wonderful for you.
And not just airlines. Pretty much every business out there. Even one that everyone here really really likes a lot.
Okay, now that I've completely moved off topic...
It was definitely off topic. But a fun ride. As long as I'm not on that plane.
Weird little movie, not sure if I agree with Oscar in giving it Best Picture.
I find that to be the case quite often. I don't know if it says more about my taste in movies, or in the Oscars, but it seems like when I watch movies that were nominated for best picture, I'm usually disappointed. And there are always some good ones, but it seems like if there are 6 nominees each year, I like 1 or 2 and struggle to even watch the rest.
That right there, ladies and gents, is the definition of being a parent.
She took a bite of her wrap,
then a bite of my turkey bun
and decided to go with the wrap.
She did offer me a bite of her wrap, to even the playing field.
I didn't bother to tell her that her team had already won the toss.
She's got you wrapped around her finger...
I suspect that the flight attendant had already decided that Kay was in charge.
But really, handing me this to drink was uncalled for...
Notice the guy on the right, looking at me like I'm some kind of weirdo?
But you should be used to that by now.
So for those keeping track, here's our first Disney transportation wait time.
0 minutes.
Now before you all go running off to change your guesses
(but feel free if you wish to do so,)
I'm pretty sure that there are always busses parked there, waiting.
So a 0 minute wait here isn't something overly surprising.
I was counting on about 15 minutes here. Well, I'll hold out for now. But I think I'll end up changing my guess. Especially being sandwiched between 273 and 270. Unless it is exactly 271, I've got no margin for error!
At 12:40, the bus pulled up in front of POP and we got off.
We quickly retrieved our bags and headed in to the lobby.
Even at this time of night, there was a line up at check-in.
We got our room number and it was in the 60s
overlooking the kiddie pool on the top floor
as we... well, Kay, had requested.
Awesome!!!
And we got our Magic Bands!
(Oh my God... is there anything better than when you get those puppies????)
Have I mentioned yet that it was hot out?
And humid?
And hot and humid?
And humid and hot?
No. You haven't. But you're in Orlando in August. So you really didn't need to mention it.
I thought "Why crush all her hopes and dreams right off the bat."
Let her crush her own hopes and dreams.
That's good parenting, right there.
Guess who had to make several... lousy... stinking trips...
up and down and up and down and up and down those flippin' stairs?
I'll even give you a hint.
It wasn't Kay.
Oh! Oh! I know!!! It was
@pkondz !!!
Although what really put the sizzle in it was the humidity.
You know, the kind where you're a perfectly normal human being,
and then you walk outside...
and you're instantly transformed into a sweat soaked mess.
There's only one bed.
(Refer to above picture for our reaction.)
Umm...
I'd paid for a room with two beds. I wanted my own bed.
I didn't want some rotten little kid kicking me in the middle of the night.
Exactly! I didn't even realize they had one bed rooms in the Value Resorts. Learn something new everyday, I guess.
Did you know that trains are required to blow their horns when crossing roads?
Even if that road has a hotel beside it?
Even at two o'clock in the morning?
I distinctly recall being blasted out of a very sound sleep
by a horrible screaming train horn.
Except my aim was off.
I somehow went off target and landed on my Dad's chest.
A very different kind of screeching woke me up this time.
"I don't like either of those options. But I like moving to the 90s the least."
Come on! Come on! Upgrade us to the Grand Floridian! Do it!
"Well." She said. "That's probably a good call.
The 90s are full right now with South American basketball teams."
And she wasn't going to warn you about this??? That's enough to make my decision right there. Heck, I'm not even sure I want to stay anywhere in that resort anymore!!!!
I was tired. I didn't think I'd have much trouble falling asleep.
Even on the floor.
So the guy with the bad back gets the floor? She really does have you right where she wants you.
Sweet! Obviously, the CM I had spoken to
had heard my lame attempt for sympathy and sent over a cot.
It wasn't quite the Grand Floridian,
but it was better than sleeping on the floor!
Seconds later, we were fast asleep.
The end of a very long day.
Well, that was nice! Not an ideal situation at all, but I'm glad the CM took the extra initiative to try to help you out a little bit. I guess she did what she could.
Tomorrow, (actually... considering the time, it was today.)
we're off to AK.
1. I have to be up before 10:00 to call housekeeping,
but what time does Kay get up?
7:45
2. The first ride we do becomes one of Kay's favourite rides (top 4).
What ride is it?
Expedition Everest
3. What common snack do we both try for the first time?
(The hint there is it's not specific to AK, but widely available.)
Churro