and get on with the trippie!
So we are here. We have arrived! And All Stars Music is doing a great job of revving us up. Getting us excited.
We hit the lobby and we notice its a tidge small. A tidge non-Disney. Whatever. We also notice it is a tidge freaking crowded.
Mr. TK and Mother TK sidle up to the check in desk and get THE PACKETS.
These packets of Disney actually make Mr.TK glow. They also come with THE KEY. So then we begin the dance. The finding of the room. How far will it actually be from the refillable drink station? How close to a pool?
Well we scored. Not really. We wound up pretty dang far from the Clubhouse or cabana or whatever the almost non-Disney hotel calls the food place.
And thank Goodness we were equally as far from the pool. Parts of us are dry when we get back from the pool we had to walk so far. Damp skin gets rashes from slapping other parts of itself.
You realize flip flops are the worst possible trekking footwear available.
Seriously, chicks? Walking around anywhere in Disney in high heeled flip flops just makes us all cringe at the blister we know is forming between your toes. But that is neither here nor there. But me? Off topic? Never happens.
Back to our room, breaking the seal. Cracking the cork. Busting the bubble of maid induced cleanliness to establish our boundaries. Our little slice of Disney Heaven.
The next MOST important question is will we or wont we have conjoined rooms? We have three rooms, so we know some lucky sucker will be the odd people out. Or the lucky ones, depending on how you see it.
Now, I have to say, I love my POP, really. But the excitement level goes through the roof when you see the towels shaped into Minnies head. Who cares if you can do that at home? Someone, whose name you do not know formed that bad larry for you.
The kids are hoppers. They fling themselves from bed to bed. There are times during every Disney visit when I think they would be happy with just this, bed bouncing and pool swimming with their grandparents.
So we begin the process of bringing things up to the room. Grandma is watching the Tigger juniors, and I wouldnt put it past her to jump on the bed herself a bit.
Another stroke of luck, our rooms are on the third floor and somehow, amazingly they are no where near the elevator or stairs. Really the perks of Location, location, location do not apply here.
The good news is I pack everything that doesnt move. My mother insisted on packing anything with an alcohol content. Our homemade bar (kept in the room with me and the kids of course) could have actually done swift business.
Mom is a firm believer in the Wal Mart wine.
Didnt know Wal-Mart had vineyards? They have everything. Wal-Mart has there own Space Shuttle and launch pad. Now I have never seen this mysterious brew anywhere but Florida, where retires are on a budget, but not on the wagon.
Oak Leaf, thats the name and it is no joke like $3.00 a bottle. And it is freaking good. Not like I made a mix of fruit punch and lighter fluid in my trash can in the garage good, but like actual serve it at a party good. Even the label is pretty.
So back to the room. I have a meticulous list of Dis Approved changes I make to the room, like an over the door shoe holder for stuff, etc.
My favorite tip, I left home after viewing some false photos of All Star. I thought they had installed a curtain to divide the sinks from the room, to make a changing area.
In a family of four, everyone wants bits and pieces covered up, so this allows privacy.
So I begged my dad to take me somewhere to buy command hooks and a shower curtain liner. Amazingly, he found a brand new Target that had everything I needed. While I trolled the familiar aisles, I looked at my cell phone clock. We had just 20 minutes until Nonnie and Poppy were due to get off the Magic Express. I had dreams of us standing waiting, waving, screaming, and dancing as they got off the bus.
Dad drove me and my purchases (that he bought, thanks Dad) back to ASMU. I slapped up the curtain, finally thrilled that the room resembled the picture in me head. We high tailed it down to the cabana? Hibachi? Store? Whatever
Stomping right past all the pools PC and PS were dying to get in. I had to hand it to the staff, they seemed to always have things for the kids going on. We went right past a dance contest and to the lobby. PS and I were first. I was focused on the buses, but the little ones, they focus on close things, so it was her little voice that spoke up, Thats Nonnie and Poppy!
They were already checking in! So we interrupted all the transactions to lay some love on them.
And then it was. The beginning of the Family trip like never before. We pointed things out and happily tromped back to the rooms. Nonnie and Poppy did actually have the room that adjoined ours. They marveled at their T-shirts. They wiggled happy eyebrows at the ridiculous bar.
Up Next: Our first night sucking Disney Air. Why is it every star cluster is a hidden Mickey?
Disappointed, I am. So just to pass the time I decide to scroll down the TR's and see if anyone I know is posting. No, not on the first page, should I look at the second page or just go back to my moroseness? Oh, well WTH, I will look at #2 (the page, people, the page) and Glory Glory Halleluiah, THERE YOU ARE!! 
Thank you, thank you! 
BUT UPDATE YOUR SIGGY, LADY!! 
I almost missed you!! 
But I didn't, and here I am, waiting with bated breath . . . or is that baited breath? No, no garlic tonight! Loving it, as always! 
Okay, these trip reports are addictive. 
Thou art back! Welcome my friend, you have been missed!
