Cinderella Has An Itchy Trigger Finger - A May 2011 Graduation TR [Completed!]

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  1. DerangedChipmunk

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    Hi Everyone! I’m Emmy Kate.

    I posted most of this trip report a while back, but I then traveled for three months and the mods here in the DIS closed my TR thinking I’d abandoned it… never to return again. :( With that, I thought my TR writing days were through. I would just let it stay a dead TR. My decision was backed up by the fact that the app on my phone I used to take notes had gone under and all of my notes had been erased.

    But then my mother got out her sad eyes and told me she wanted to read the rest of it (translation: she wanted to lift portions of it for her scrap book journaling.)

    So here it is: back from the grave, my Zombie Trip Report, the story of my high school graduation trip to the most Magical place on earth.

    I guess a few introductions are in order:

    This is my Momma, Teri. Everyone calls her the ATM, not because she gives out money (I wish!) but because she’s “Atilla The Mom.” She’s tough as nails and will make you toe the line, but she’s amazing and gobs of fun.

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    Then, of course, there’s me: personality wise, just think of me as mostly Rapunzel (quirky, outgoing, but a little shy at the same time, kinda naïve, and as my family loves to remind me: short) with just a dash of Tiana (love to cook and a hopeless Daddy’s girl). I love Disney, and this trip was the perfect cap to my pre-college education.

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    This trip was to celebrate my graduation from high school.

    Originally, before we had a plan for dates or anything, but we were vaguely thinking May or June. Mom plugged in a random date and asked it to show us any ADRs it had for that day. Up popped Le Cellier.

    Mom had wanted to go to Le Cellier since the first time we visited the parks in 2000. Unbeknownst to me, while I was at work, she had called the ADR line and asked casually about Le Cellier. The CM came as close as they can to laughing at her, informing her that reservations were generally booked 180 days in advance.

    Feeling our trip was touched by providence, we continued. The way the schedule shook out, the instant I finish my last final, I’ll be getting in the car to get on the plane to get to the World. You can imagine what that test is going to look like.

    Next came the frantic pre-packing buzz. One thing I forgot to mention about mom in her lil intro is her wonderful way with spreadsheets. This woman is a planning wizard! The last month has been filled with the purchase and organization of outfits for each day in the park. We also checked to ensure that our outfits would

    a) Match each other
    b) Coordinate with the park we were visiting
    c) Be appropriate for our ADRs
    d) Have all the pieces when we got there
    No easy task, let me tell you!

    Numerous trips to three different malls later, we had a spreadsheet detailing each outfit (down to the earrings for some) for each day.

    We had planned on laying out all of the clothes on my brother’s bed (as he’s currently at college) so as to not alert the dog to the fact that we were leaving. He gets extremely nervous when anyone even mentions the word suitcases! The day we were to start packing, my mother got a phone call.

    David: Hi Mom, um… the good news is—I’m not dead.

    Mom: 0_o any reason you would’ve been?

    David: Well, a tornado hit the school and it knocked out the power and water. What I’m calling about is that they’ve ended the semester and you need to come and get me. Oh, and I haven’t really been able to shower. For three days. See you soon!

    And so my mother, the saint, got in the car and commenced the 12 hour drive to fetch my brother.

    The long and short of it is, we couldn’t pack on his bed because, well, he’d be in it, which led to the packing being laid out on my floor. Every inch of it. (this is the condensed version)
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    So that's the story! I hope you’ll join us as we begin. I can promise lots of pictures, lots of food, and some crazy stories (including the one behind this TR's title)

    If you feel like reading my PTR, the link is here

    If not? Full Speed Ahead!

     
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  3. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 1:

    The began at exactly six am… well, I guess the day technically began at midnight, but for me it began at six. Why so early? Well, my dear brother was not only enjoying an unscheduled visit home thanks to a tornado, he was also headed to the Middle East for a May term class the same morning as we were going to WDW. Yeah. My mom was excited too.

    To add to the bedlam, Mom hurt her shoulder the week before and needed physical therapy, not to mention I had a final to take. So, in case you’re keeping track, this morning we had to

    a) Get David to the Middle East
    b) Get Mom to her PT appointment
    c) Get me to my British Lit final
    d) And then Get Mom and I to WDW.

    Oi vey. Anyway, back to the action—I leapt out of bed… and fell flat on my face on the floor. There’s a reason my parents didn’t name me Grace. After last minute packing, running, and general hullaballoo, we all made it into the car and headed to the first item on our list. Mom’s PT appointment.

    She dropped David and I at Friendly’s for breakfast next door to the PT’s and then went off to her appointment. After scarfing down some pancakes, David realized he’d forgotten a crucial piece of equipment: his sunglasses. He’s headed to the Middle East and he forgot his sunglasses. His solution: we run across the street to Kmart and grab a pair. No big deal, right? Right. The little “street” happens to have four lanes and is rather busy... but what else could we do? We ran across the street like crazy people (good news: we didn't die! Yay!) and ended up in front of Kmart... which was closed. Before I could kill him, he pointed out the fact that it opened in 10 minutes. So for the next ten minutes we stared at and were stared at by the… odd… folks who were waiting outside of Kmart at 7:30 in the morning. But the nice man let us in 5 minutes early (with the stipulation that we couldn't check out until they opened for real). We headed straight to the sunglasses and picked out a pair he liked. :cool2: (a pair of mirrored aviators if you're wondering)

    After running back across the road, we met my mom at the PT’s office, and we were off to the airport to drop the boy off. We arrived at the airport with just enough time for him to get through security and hop on the first of three flights he would take that day. The next stop was the most crucial we took all day. Without this stop, the day would have crashed and burned rapidly. What was this all-so-important pitstop? A caffeine run at Starbucks, of course.

    After the icy goodness was pumping through our veins, we made a beeline for my tutorial (for those of you who are not homeschoolers, I’ll translate—a tutorial is when a bunch of homeschoolers get together once a week to take upper level classes which our parents might not want to or be able to teach and we hire a tutor to teach the classes) for my British Lit final. I’d been sweating over this one because I’d been more inclined to study WDW than Auden that last week. However, I’m proud to say: I Aced it! Yay!

    After British Lit, I headed to my Composition class. My mom popped in after only about a half hour and sprung me—which means I WAS FREE! I was an official high school graduate. With that out of the way, it was time to celebrate.

    My Nana drove us both to the airport (with her black lab snuggling me the whole trip). By now, it was about 1:30, and our plane left at 2:30. We started through security and GASP! I got flagged. The guy went through my purse three times and almost confiscated my saltshaker (I need to eat a lot of salt for a medical condition, so I always carry a salt shaker in my purse) but when I explained my condition (using the biggest words I could to make it sound like a really bad disease) he decided it was ok. Whew! We grabbed some Chinese food at the gate (not noteworthy, but ok) and waited for the flight.

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    After we finished our lunch,the time had come to board the plane!

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    When I sat down, I went to put my ID away—and to my shock it wasn’t there! I immediately panicked. I checked again, and it still wasn't there. So I panicked again. I checked a third time and, to paraphrase Douglass Adams, "it stubbornly persisted in its absence." So can you guess what I did then? I panicked a little more and spat out a stream of nonsense at my poor Mom explaining the situation.She suggested I ask the flight attendant if I could go get it. I did, and the lady said that I’d have to be escorted on and off the plane. I was pretty embarrassed and upset at this point, but then an angel who happened to double as an airline pilot stepped in. :angel: His name was Mark and, noticing my distress, he offered me his arm and said he would be happy to help me find it. So we waltzed off the plane with him cracking jokes all the way down the corridor to the gate. When we arrived, the man at the desk greeted me by name and said he had something for me—a little pink card with my photo on it. *sigh* my ID. I missed you, little buddy.

    Crisis averted, we made it back to the plane… where we sat. For a while. Make that a good long while. It seems that the number of people they had on the plane didn’t match the number of people they thought they should have had on the plane. So they counted us. Three times. Then, some one somewhere figured something out and we finally got off the ground.

    After a fairly noneventful flight we touched down in Orlando, where Mom immediately set to worrying about the luggage. I had full faith in magic and pixie dust. She, however, wanted more tangible proof that her luggage would arrive in the room. So she asked the nearest man in Mickey Mouse gloves whether or not we had to get our luggage from the carousel and if it would actually arrive in our room. He laughed and said that if the tags were on it, they’d get it. He then reassured her that they do this all day, every day and that he promised they’d get there on time.

    Thus assured, we walked into the (wrong) line for the ME. After we transferred to the right line, the bus appeared almost instantly. Our bus driver was not the Magical sort, and he never warned us the WDW sign was coming, so I missed it completely. :headache:

    After a stop at the AKL, we made it to Pop Century. I walked around the lobby inhaling deeply. (I read in a TR that Pop has its own unique smell—and they were right, it does!) and got in line to pick up our packet. It was then I found out that they had put us in the 1970s. I pouted a little because we thought that all the “preferred” rooms were in the 1960s (my preferred decade) and the woman offered to see what she could do, but at this point, we just wanted to crash. Anywhere would do. To our surprise—it was perfect! It was on the ground floor, far enough away from the pool as to be quiet, but 30 seconds away from Classics Hall and the Bus Stop.

    Once we freshened up and unpacked, we caught our first Disney Bus of the week to DTD for dinner and shopping. Our ADR for the evening was at Raglan Road. I, for one, was a bit worried about this one because Mom isn’t huge on European food. I love it; give me my bangers, mash, flapjacks and flakes any day, but she’s not really into it. We arrived and browsed around the gift shop until our buzzer buzzed. A lovely server whisked us away to our table and left us with the menu and far too many choices. But to tide us over as we fretted over the menu, on which every item looked equally appealing, she dropped off a basket of brown bread and a plate of simple syrup made with Guinness instead of water. This is my new favorite thing in the world.

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    Looking over the menu again, I ended up with steak (served on a bed of mash, glazed with a whisky marmalade, and topped with two steakhouse onion rings and garnished with a sprig of watercress)

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    and mom had a sliced steak salad (sliced sirloin on a bed of mixed greens, tomatoes, and shoestring onion rings).

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    Now, in this family I’m the one who gets excited over food. I can still remember what we’ve eaten on every vacation we’ve been on back to when I was three, but Mom cleaned her plate, claiming the salad was the best thing she had ever eaten. It was time for dessert. I picked the Dubrody Kiss (dense chocolate mousse under a chocolate shell and garnished with raspberry sauce) and Mom got an apple strawberry crumble.

    The “kiss” was so-so. It was ok, and had I had nothing to compare it to, I would have been completely happy with it. Maybe even really happy. But after I tasted Attila’s crumble, the jig was up. Oh. My. Word. This was heaven. Apples cooked perfectly, strawberries adding texture and flavor contrast. The topping had a perfect crumb with finely chopped almonds mixed in for more complexity, plus warm double cream to pour over each gorgeous spoonful. In short, it is the most wonderful thing ever created on this earth.

    After eating entirely too much food at Raglan Road, we headed out to the marketplace, where we were treated to the sight of 20 some odd little children dancing to Justin Bieber and the Jonas Brothers. So Cute! We dashed about for a bit, but Mom was ready for bed, so we ran over to D Street for a Vinylmation trade (I got Dodger from Oliver and Company, who I love) and headed back to our room to sleep. I should probably mention here that our luggage had “magically appeared in our room” just like they promised, so Mom could sleep in peace.

     
  5. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 2 P1

    On day two, we woke up at six o’clock again (yep, I’m pretty sure we’re crazy) and got ready to face our day. We headed down to the food court and strategized. We had chosen the DDP, which entailed 1 CS meal each, 1 snack each, and 1 TS meal each per day. We knew we would want some CS meals for lunch, but we were really hungry this morning. We decided we would split a CS at the hotel for breakfast (they give you so much food!) and then split another for lunch, with a TS for dinner and snacks in between. We ended up using this strategy all week because it allowed us to eat more food than we needed and try everything we could want.

    Today we went for the “bounty platter” which had eggs, sausage, bacon, French toast, and a biscuit. One thing I will say about it is: that French toast just is the business! It was absolutely coated in cinnamon and I couldn’t eat enough of it.


    We made it to EPCOT bright and early and got in the queue for rope drop. Once they opened the park, we speed walked over to Soarin’. Mom grabbed to FP for later, and we headed in. I always forget how truly real it feels while you’re in the attraction. It was a perfect beginning to our trip. After Soarin’, while we were waiting for our FP to come up, we went to Test Track. My Mom wasn’t so thrilled with this idea. When it comes to thrill rides (or thrill anything, for that matter) she is the biggest wimp. (but we love her anyway ;) ) But she was still in the “make this trip magical for Em if I die trying” mode, so she went on it.

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    Twice.

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    I have a wonderful Mom.

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    Wait Time= 0 minutes :goodvibes

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    After TT, she sent me off on Mission: Space alone (the two rides on TT wore away her do-it-or-die attitude rather more quickly than I would have hoped. Oh bother. Well, it was fun while it lasted)

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    After riding the Orange Side (with a “team” of senior citizens who took their “jobs” very seriously) our FP time slot was up, and so we went on again. This time, we met a lovely Welsh couple in line that recognized one of the ultimate truths in Disney very quickly:

    “Every time you get in a queue, you get round a corner and get excited to go in, only to find that you’re just entering another queue!”

    After traversing the multitude of queues, we did Soarin’ again, and decided to head to Living With the Land.

    As a side note, there are several things which, though I know they’re harmless, creep me out. You’ll find out about more of them later, but the one that was foremost in my mind at this point in the day was fake rainforests.

    They give me the heebie-jeebies for no good reason at all. And the trouble was: I’d forgotten Living with the Land had one.

    So there I was, riding along in our little boat, enjoying the ride, when suddenly it turned a corner into my worst nightmare.

    You’ll be proud to know I didn’t scream, make a fuss or anything.

    I just gripped the seat like there was no tomorrow and told myself that anything that moved was just an animatronic.

    They’re all just animatronics.

    Just animatronics.

    Whew! I survived Living With the Land.(Bet there are very few people who have said that before) As a little reward, we went to one of my favorites… Journey into Imagination with Figment. Man I love that little purple dragon, although I liked the un-reimagined version better.

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    We love the pop-jets :)

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    After Journey into Imagination, we headed to Captain: EO. This was not my first choice. I wasn’t against it, I just didn’t really care about it; but my mom had suffered through TT for me, so I would watch Captain: EO for her. I can honestly say I enjoyed it and would go back if I had the chance. I did find the message a little out of whack though [spoilers ahead!]

    It seemed like the take away was “Once you lose everything that made you culturally unique and look and act just like me, then you are beautiful.” 0_o odd. Anyway, ahem, no more misery-guts. Back to the fun!

    We headed to the Sunshine Seasons for lunch because I’d heard wonderful things about the strawberry shortcake on the boards. We ordered a rotisserie chicken with baked beans and yellow rice.


    The chicken was good, but the breast meat a tad overdone. The sides were pretty good too. The shortcake… grew on me. I’m used to sweetened whipped cream, which the cream on this one wasn’t. But after the initial shock of unsweetened cream, I actually really liked it.

    After the Sunshine Seasons, the World Showcase was open and we hit the ground running.

    My mom is terrific at planning little surprises while we’re on vacation. This time, I decided I needed to have one for her this trip. Thanks to the DISboards, I’d gotten the phone numbers to the phone booths in the UK (which she’s always gotten her picture taken in every time she goes to Disney) and I’d arranged for a friend of ours to call her and flirt with her in a cockney accent. I told him I’d text him in the afternoon that day.

    On our way to the World Showcase, I bought a Vinylmation from a cart by the gateway. Though I wanted to have the experience of trading in WDW, I couldn’t give up Dodger. So I opened the box and found I had purchased…


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    Please?


    No?


    Ok, fine then.


    I got Scooter, from The Muppet Show! Not bad. Definitely tradeable, but not bad.

    Once we got into the WS, we started with the Three Caballeros. Love this attraction and the ambiance inside of the building. Attila decided she had to have a picture of me with the sign for the attraction, but in the process she blocked other people from getting into the line while she snapped several pictures “just in case”. Hence, the face. (sorry the pictures are so dark, but we are in Mexico at night time, right? ;) )

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    After Three Caballeros, we headed to Norway for a trip on Maelstrom and thoroughly enjoyed it, along with the movie that comes afterward. Once we finished the ride, a CM stopped us in the gift shop and asked us if we wanted to try “Laila,” a perfume. My mom tried the lotion, and she claims it came out far too fast. Next thing I know, she’s transferring a gob of heavily scented lotion to my hand and trying to figure out what to do with the rest of it. We reeked of Laila for an hour.

    As we passed through, we bought a Chinese paddy hat for my brother, and then went on to Germany. I’d read wonderful things about the chewy caramel bars here, though throughout the morning we’d been toying with the idea of getting a caramel apple. The only reason we hadn’t plunked for the apple already was the sticky mess of eating it off of its stick. When we walked in, the CM was slicing a caramel apple into six with a baker’s blade. It seemed like a sign, but then I looked at the case. The apple wasn’t on the Dining Plan! The asking price? $5.45. For a single apple! I ordered a caramel bar, and I was content in doing so; but my wonderful mom was back in her do-it-or-die mode, so she asked the CM for a caramel apple, cut. She smiled at me, and we went out to St. George’s Square with our treasures. In the light of the apple, the caramel bar was tucked into the backpack for later. That was one of the most incredible things I’ve had to eat in a long time.

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    Our treasure:

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    Was devoured.

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    Afterwards, to reward my Mother, we went to see the American Adventure.

     
  6. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 2: P2

    The next country on the map was Morrocco and I’m sad to report that unfortunately, the shoes my mother remembered where not the perfect matches I had hoped for, so I’ll have to live another year regretting throwing away my favorite pair :mad:.

    We made it to France and nibbled on an almond croissant from the patisserie, but I’ve felt like the food has been sliding here in recent years. I’ve tried really hard to love it, but it was just not as good as I remembered. It was also overshadowed completely by that wonderful caramel apple we had had in Germany.

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    As a surprise for my Mom, I'd convinced one of my friends to help me prank her when we got to the UK pavilion. Thanks to the wonders of the DISboards, I had the numbers for the phone booths near the Rose and Crown (the same phone booths she always insisted getting her picture taken in) I figured I'd signal him when the time was right via text message and have him call and mess with her in an English accent.

    Well, I’d told the friend that we were almost there when we were in America. And it was nearly two hours past the time when I told him to be ready. I knew I couldn’t rush her without letting her know that there was something up. Why oh Why did the imagineers have to put the UK so far away? I was coming apart at the seams trying to casually get her to move it.

    As it was during the Flower and Garden Festival, there were topiaries throughout EPCOT, which my mother loved. While we were in France she pointed to one and said, “can we get a picture?” A simple enough request, right? Not really. I thought that she was pointing past the topiary to the absurdly long line for Aurora. We could not stop for Aurora. Not now. Not Now! The UK was in sight! Remember I told you I was coming unglued? This is about where the glue failed catastrophically. “We don’t have TIME for that! We’re gonna be LATE!” I said, pulling her away.

    “Late for what?”

    She looked at me like I’d gone nuts. I’m sure I looked it. After she explained that she wanted a picture of the topiary, I snapped a quick picture and immediately struck off for England, leaving her to wonder if I’d gone completely mad.

    Once we got there I insisted that she get her picture taken in the phone booth. I pretended to take a picture with my phone, but I was really texting our friend that the time was NOW! (finally)

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    I continued to pretend to take a picture with the phone as long as was even slightly believable. The phone remained silent. Time to switch to the big camera. After pretending to snap a million shots with that, the phone was still silent.

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    Just as I was about to give up, the phone began to ring.

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    She answered it and talked for a moment, thanked him, and went to hang up the phone. I stopped her in the nick of time, and she eventually jokingly made a date with him at the Rose and Crown. After she had hung up, she asked me how I had done that. I told her that I had just asked him.

    “Asked who?”

    I told her the name of her mystery caller and she just about died laughing. She had thought it was a CM who was paid to randomly call the phone booth and flirt with ladies who answered.

    Now that we’d finished our “world tour,” there was just one thing left on our list of EPCOT must-dos. The great golf ball itself.

    We headed over, and it was a walk-on! So we got into our time machine, and traveled along. When the time came for our glimpse into the future, our faces appeared and… there were some issues. The technology they’d used to graft our faces into the future had blacked out two of my teeth and given my mother pigtails. What a lovely future we have to look forward to.

    After Spaceship Earth, we hopped on a boat to the Boardwalk for our ADR at the Flying Fish. We were a bit early, but they let us in anyway. I must say, no pictures do the interior of this restaurant justice (especially not my crummy cellphone pictures) but it truly is magnificent. It’s done mostly in brass, with hints of the old boardwalks of America and summer nights.

    I chose the potato-wrapped red snapper (although I felt touristy doing so since the menu called it their “specialty”). Mom hemmed and hawed between the scallops with marscapone risotto and the steak with wilted greens. Eventually, because she was still getting over a cold, she went with the steak (less dairy) and I think she regretted it when she saw the scallops being whisked by to the next table. When our meals arrived, they were wonderful. The fish was properly seasoned (not an easy feat) and the steak was a dry-aged beauty.

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    After dinner, she ordered assorted sorbets and I got a golden apple toffee tart. We each got a pot of tea (English Breakfast for her, Iron Maiden Oolong for me) and felt really refreshed. The tart was delicious, but the garnish confused me. It looked like a buckeye with a fancy leaf thing stuck in the top. I love buckeyes. I ate it. It was not a buckeye. I’m still not sure what it was, but it was most definitely a vegetable and it tasted nasty. Don't think I was supposed to eat that. Whoops!

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    We went back to EPCOT to catch illumiNations, but took one look at the crowds and the smoke and headed back to the bus instead. It was about now that Mom realized that she had lost her favorite lipstick. She was not happy.

    Although the loss was tragic, we managed to get back to the hotel without much weeping and gnashing of teeth. When we arrived, my mother broke out one of those little surprises I told you she’s so good at: a peppermint pedicure set [peppermint foot soak bombs, peppermint foot soak gel, peppermint lotion, and peppermint foot balm] we used everything and nothing has ever felt better! All day I’d been wavering between the thick, “sensible” flip flops with arch support I knew I should be wearing, but that were giving me blisters, and the very un-sensible wedges I’d brought to wear to dinner. Neither was really my best choice, but I promised myself it would be my favorite, ratty, broken in white flip flops for the rest of the week!

    We collapsed into bed and dreamed of caramel apples and puzzed and pondered what my not-a-buckeye had been…

    Tune in Next time for thrills as we face the Yeti and the attack of the birds!

     
  7. DerangedChipmunk

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    The Dawn of Day 3

    We planned to get up early again so that we could be first in line for Kilamanjaro Safaris in AK. That plan… did not come to fruition. I set the alarm for 6:00 p.m. by accident (yes, yes, but I’m blond, what can I say?) and so I awoke to my Mother’s wry grin at 7:00.

    “You are really bad at setting Alarms.”

    I satisfied myself with glaring at her and forced myself out of the oh-so-comfy Disneybed.

    We absolutely flew around the room to get dressed. By 7:35, (record time!) we were speed walking to the bus stop. It was them that Attila realized she’d forgotten her eye makeup. We watched a bus pull up with “Animal Kingdom” Illuminated. I could see the inner battle as she weighed eye makeup and rope drop.

    1st Shoulder Angel: The animals are always more active in the morning!

    2nd Shoulder Angel: But I’ll be getting pictures taken!

    1st Shoulder Angel: The Lines will be terrible if we leave it too long!

    2nd Shoulder Angel: My pictures will be terrible if we leave right now!

    In the end, the 2nd shoulder angel won and we made a mad dash to the hotel room. She did her eyes as fast as would be acceptable for pictures and we were headed for the bus stop once more.

    This was one of the mornings my mother was glad we’d booked Pop Century. Sure, Magic Kingdom was a 20 minute bus ride, but Animal Kingdom and Disney’s Hollywood Studios were just a hop, skip, and a jump away.

    The first blessing of the day was that, even with my Mom’s unscheduled detour, we made it to rope drop. We hopped in line and a very nice couple jumped in line behind us. He left line to grab a map, and kindly grabbed one for us too.

    As we were strategizing, they overheard us talking about doing the safari first, and she declared that they were following us. Turns out, they were AK first timers and really wanted to do the safari, though they didn’t have a clue where to find it.

    True to her word, as soon as the turnstiles opened, the four of us rushed back to the safari and grabbed FP for later.

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    We saw hippos…

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    He was moving! I felt that this was a momentous occasion.

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    Rawr.

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    Nile Crocodiles (if you don’t believe me, you’re in De-Nile! Ha! I should be a Jungle Skipper)

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    Cute little bitty antelope-type things

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    Wildebeasts?

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    Elephants!

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    The Drama Unfolds: One elephant really wanted the mouthful of leaves in the other one’s mouth. The second one just wanted his buddy to let him chew. Yeesh!
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    Flamingos. Kind of a let down after the elephants, but… um… yay?

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    They’re birds! And, well, they’re pink!
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    Ok, yeah, moving on!

    Here comes more fun stuff! A black rhino walked right in front of this truck and got right up next to ours!

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    And it was at this point that unforeseen circumstances ruined everyone’s fun. (stupid poachers)

     
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    And at this point, we had reached the end of the plans for today. We were adrift in Animal Kingdom.

    We saw a bubble blower (who looks thrilled with his job, c’mon, smile, mister! You’re bringing magic to WDW!)

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    and ended up going to EE.

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    After we got off, my Mom wasn’t feeling so hot, but she really wanted to get a good picture for her scrapbook. The way she saw it, the best picture came from the front car, right behind the engine. So she sweetly asked the CM if we could wait for that car. He directed us to a little holding pen in line behind some others. After a short wait, we were ushered to our long awaited seats. The CM couldn't resist an evil grin as we pulled out of the station. We soon found out why. That’s a whole different ride in the front. We got supremely close to both the edge and the Yeti and all the drops seem faster. When we got off, Mom was very motion sick and the picture… wasn’t worth even a second glance.

    In the trading post, I traded my Big Baby vinylmation (that I apparently traded Scooter for at some point) for Rowlf.

    After this, my Mom was pretty green, and needed to sit down. She informed me that she was going to find us a seat by the water and I could go walk myself to the nearest CS and get her some food “and the biggest Sprite they’d sell me” So I grabbed some ribs at the flametree and a reasonably large sprite for her and started out on what became an epic journey.

    A tip for the AK newbie: if you really need a drink, go to Flametree. They waaaaay overfill! I watched as they filled the cups by sticking them under a spigot and waiting for them to overflow. They then neglected to give me lids (for animal safety)

    So here I was, hunting for my mother “by the water” with overfull cokes on a tippy tray full of BBQ. I took the right path, and then realized that there are hundreds of thousands (ok, maybe more like six or seven) little alcoves which she could have been in. I ended up going to all of them (some up to three times) with soda spilling all over the ribs, the tray, the ground and me, trying to find her.

    Eventually, I got fed up and plunked myself down at the nearest table to whip out my phone. Actual texts:

    Me: Where r u?

    Mom: By the Lake

    Me: Where by the Lake?

    Mom: By the Lake in the covered area

    Me: There’s a bunch of those! Just scream like a lunatic and I’ll follow the sweet sound of your voice.

    Mom: Go to the right [path]

    Seeing that this was getting me nowhere, just short of shouting MARCO and waiting to see if I could get a response, I saw the top of her head. In a corner. Behind a trashcan. In the shadows. Thanks for making it so obvious Mom.

    So we gobbled down our delicious ribs, beans, coleslaw, and key lime mousse.

    Tune in next time for my Mom's attempts at amateur lion taming and the one thing I swore I'd never do on a Disney vacation

     
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    Mom, however much she enjoyed the barbeque, did not enjoy her company. About halfway through our meal, a duck and three storks came along to beg for scraps. Attila is terrified of anything in feathers. She let out a heart-stopping screech and grabbed the extra chair from the table. Every time they came near, she’d wiggle it at them like a lion tamer.

    After our lunch (made more exciting by Mom’s terrified screaming and general flailing about) we went to the Festival of the Lion King. Which I really enjoyed, but I don’t really see what the great fuss is about. The lines (to me) seem over long for the attraction. [shrug]

    Our FPs (which I had grabbed before EE) for Kali were up, so we jumped into the queue. We’d been lugging raincoats around all day just for the occasion. We pulled our hair up, put the jackets on, and zipped them up to our nose. We were ready… or so we thought. As we sweated in our waterproof casings and marched our way down the “gangplank” to the rotating stage where we would board our vehicle, we passed the poor drenched souls who were exiting the ride. Several stopped us and told us how brilliant we were, and others looked on in envy. We were very proud of our planning, but very hot in our long sleeve raincoats. Then, we realized all our planning was very silly indeed—the raincoats only came down to our waists. We were seated with a squelch in a dripping wet chair and we were off. The boat twisted so that we encountered the worst of the tidal wave caused by the drop. When we left, we were drenched… from the waist down Because of the shape of my hood, my bangs were also drenched, but none of the rest of my hair. How gorgeous we were!

    After shooting the rapids, we wandered over to Dinosoar. Now, I remembered (vaguely) going on this with my cousin the last tie we were here. I also remember it hadn’t been my favorite. But Mom was dead set on the idea that we’d never done it and we should do it for once.

    And so we did.

    It’s not on the re-do list.

    I didn’t care for how jerky the ride was or the fact that (while the dinosaurs weren’t really realistic) I felt like I was in mortal danger the whole time. It did amuse me though, that while we were in line we overheard a little boy expressing his worries about this ride to his parents. His dad assured him in a booming voice

    “It’s just like Buzz Lightyear! You’ll love it!”

    We saw that little boy getting off. He looked like he was torn between crying, screaming, or punching his father. He ended up just staring ahead of him with the deadest look in his eyes and saying

    "That was Not. Magical." Vehemently under his breath

    Poor kid. He had no idea.

    We were about done with Animal Kingdom at this point. There was not much else we felt a burning desire to do, with one notable exception.

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    Funnel Cake. . .

    And a duck. The duck decided to take up shop underneath of our bench, flashing his beak out to snatch up any crumbs which dropped, much to my mother’s terror.

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    She was not pleased about our friend, and sat like this for all of a minute before she informed me we were moving, and as far away from that duck as possible.

    We relaxed in Camp Minnie Mickey on the bench across from Huey, Dewie, and Louis to enjoy the rest of our funnel cake.

    Mom still wasn’t feeling so well after our adventures on Mount Everest, so we decided to do what I had always promised I would never do. We went back to the hotel to sit by the pool. We made it as far as the hotel room before my mother laid down on the bed and fell asleep. I put my swimsuit on, looked around the hotel room and didn’t see anything else to do. So I took a nap too. At this point, I’d like to apologize for everything I thought about people who “wasted” precious Disney hours taking naps. We both felt worlds better (and even got a little pool time in too).

    After our pool time and naps, it was time to head to Italy for dinner. When we arrived, we met the sweetest FP photographer named Louis. He took lots of beautiful pictures. Here’s a small sampling:

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    With a smile on our faces, we strolled in the faux Italian sunshine to the Tutto Italia restaurant. A smiling Italian CM whisked us into the beautiful, cool interior.

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    After Paris, we soared our Spaceship, Earth, through the stars and through time and I was struck by one thing. Gutenberg has skinny legs! I mean really skinny legs! Look next time, you’ll see! The man walks around on a couple of toothpicks!

    After remarking on Gutenberg’s diet plan, we decided to head back to the hotel, because we were headed to a place built with a magical plan, where right around the corner was a fantasyland, and we were going to be there for rope drop or die trying!

     
  11. DerangedChipmunk

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    This day held the moment most of you have probably been waiting for, the moment we made it to the most magical place on earth. I know they say that about all of Walt Disney World, but, really, the Magic Kingdom holds the most magic in the most magical place on earth.

    When we arrived, I was prepared to run

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    I mean walk in a perfectly safe manner…

    To Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin to ride it as many times as possible, but I was stopped by two things, both of which I’d forgotten.

    The first thing I’d forgotten was “rope drop” implies waiting for said rope to drop. Grrrrr…

    The second thing I’d forgotten was that every time I hear the “Welcome Medley” I get all choked up.

    I’m not a crier. I just cannot make it through that silly song. It’s beautiful. It’s magical. “It’s all pure magic, wrapped up in pixie dust.” So I sniffled and choked and got it together just in time to walk in those magical gates into the Magic Kingdom. We headed straight for Tommorrowland, where Mom went to get FP for Buzz, and she sent me to do Space Mountain.

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    The last time I’d been to WDW, I’d been very anti-roller coaster. My cousin had dragged me (pretty much kicking and screaming) onto EE… and subsequently RnRR, ToT and all the others, but SM had been shut for renovation and I’d not gotten to go on. This time, I wanted to go straight off. Bursting with excitement, I got straight into the queue and soon I was in the space module. I soon discovered I had a problem. That problem? I was in a skirt. The space module had a lap bar that went between your legs and you stuck your feet into two dent thingies. I ended up with my feet sideways trying to keep my knees together to keep my skirt down. Word for the wise: do not wear floaty skirts on SM. It’s quite uncomfortable.

    Back to the ride. Aside from the fact that I was very uncomfortable positioned, I also felt like I was going to bash my head on a rafter the whole ride. For those of you who couldn’t tell from the pictures: I’m short. Very short. (5’2’’ to be exact), and I felt like I was going to hit my head. I can only imagine what this ride is like for tall people 0_o. I scrunched my spine into an accordion and held on to my skirt and prayed for the ride to be over. Yuck.

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    After the Space Mountain fiasco, Mom decided she’d make it up to me with a ride on BTMRR, but apparently Frontierland didn’t open until 9:00. Since we were there we rode IASW and then Snow White’s Scary Adventures. After that, it was time for a little fun with the Sword in the Stone.

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    *sigh* not this trip. Have to work out a little more next time ;).

    After a quick visit with the Fairy Godmother,

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    we hightailed it towards the now open Frontierland. When we got to Liberty Square Mom started making puppy eyes at me which could mean only that her spidey-senses were tingling. A character was close. As usual (or, always, actually) she was right. We joined the small line to see Tiana and Naveen and waited. These two were wonderful! They asked me where I was from and when I told them Maryland Tiana started scolding me for not bringing her any crab cakes. In the end, we agreed to trade some crab cakes for some beignets next time I came.

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    No idea what the face is for, but I wasn’t mad at him at any point that I remember…

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    Much better!

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    After a visit with the Froggy Folks, we headed towards the HM—one of my favorite rides. I loved the re-vamp of the queueing area

    <3 for Master Gracey

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    Finally, we made it to Frontierland. The first thing we did was The Country Bear Jamboree!

    We love this attraction, especially Big Al. As we were walking out, the little girl in front of me stopped dead in the aisle, looked up at the trophy heads and yelled

    “BYE MAX! I LOVE YOU!”

    to the deer head. She then turned around to me with a wicked grin

    “He’s my favorite!”

    and with that, she left the theatre. Ah… children are cute!

     
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    Yay! New post! Up to this point, you’ve been reading the TR that was left behind when I went gallivanting around the US for months on end. Now it’s time for the brand spanking new material! So now, without further ado, we’ll pick up where we left off…

    We didn’t go far from the Country Bear Jamboree, because we were both absolutely starving. I’d heard fantastic things about Pecos Bills so, although I’m not a huge fan of Mexican food, we went straight there.

    I was so excited to try out the electronic ordering systems I’d heard so much about, as well as the Chicken wrap as I was at least trying to be healthy. In the end, I went with the wrap and Mom went with a taco salad. She dressed her salad at the taco bar and while she was gone, I couldn’t resist taking a little nibble off of my wrap. Unfortunately for me, I quickly realized that there was nearly as much salad dressing on the wrap as there was lettuce.

    On the best of days, the most dressing I take is a drizzle of vinegar and a sprinkle of salt. It quickly became apparent that this was not going to work. I tried to muscle my way through it as Mom came back with her brimming bowl of taco goodness. She took one bite, and screwed her face up. Apparently, the seasoning used on the meat was not to her liking. Or at least, that’s her explanation. I think she saw the dressing dripping from my wrap and valiantly stepped in to save the day. We traded meals and we were both (I think) much happier.

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    Due to their proximity and the joy they were sure to bring us, it was time to take on the wettest and wildest rides in the wiiiiiilderness! We ran over to Splash and snagged a few Fastpasses, then headed to BTMRR to wait out our time in style. This was Mom’s first time on BTMRR, and so I was jumping out of my skin to show it to her. On our travels through the line, we met this absolutely precious little British boy whose favorite attraction in all of Walt Disney World was BTMRR. He was so patient in line and he was missing one front tooth, giving him a sweet lisp on top of his accent. By the end of it, I was ready to adopt him.

    We took our seats and Mom got a good grip on the lap bar. Her adventure on EE was not forgotten, and motion sickness was a distinct possibility today as well. And away we went!

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    While BTMRR wasn’t her favorite, the little boy (I think his name was Christian) couldn’t have been happier. When we pulled back into the station, I looked back. There he was, between his parents with his hands resting on the front of his train car. His eyes were wide and he was laughing.

    “Mum, lets do that again!”

    So. Stinkin. Cute.

    Later, We made our way to the hub to catch the end of the “Block Party Bash” parade, an action which brought about some unexpected consequences.

    Earlier, in “I Survived Living With The Land” I promised you’d be hearing about more of my irrational fears. Well, here comes another one.

    IRRATIONAL FEAR #2:

    Stiltwalkers (n.)

    Men or Women who masquerade as having freakishly long legs by attaching poles to their feet and dancing around.

    Dun Dun Dun!

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    Ok, maybe they’re not that scary, just unnatural looking and they give me the creeps. This is made ten times worse when my dear darling-est mother forces me to watch the parades.

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    I stayed slightly behind my mother the whole parade (except for the notable instance when I was rudely shoved into a conga line between Baloo and Mr. Incredible.

    Look: I was in the parade!

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    Attractive, I know.

    Shortly after, I fled the scene.

    By this point, it was getting rather warm, so we decided to stop in Tomorrowland for some root beer floats. Afterwards, we took in Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin, The Monster’s Inc Laugh Floor, and the Carousel of Progress.

    Next, it was time for our most exciting ADR of them all! From the depths of the backpack, we hauled our wedge sandals (gotta be fancy, see?) and put them on our aching feet.

    We hopped a bus and before long, we were in….

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    EPCOT! We were a little late, by this point, so for the second time this trip, we were hurrying across the World Showcase. This time, however, we were trying to get to the Canada Pavillion for dinner.

    That’s right! This was the long awaited dinner at Le Cellier—the reason we came to Walt Disney World in the first place!

    We made it just in time and were shown straight to our table and soon,

    It came.

    That wonderful treat which this restaurant is so famous for.

    The Pretzel Bread Sticks

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    But there was only one in the basket!

    Le Gasp!

    But it was a big one, so we broke it in half and shared.

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    Mom chose a sirloin, I think. It was gorgeous, as you can see:

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    and I chose a (12 oz!) Rib eye, which was magnificent.

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    It rested on some parmesan potato wedges. If I remember, these were pretty salty (too salty for my taste) but the steak itself was plenty big to be a meal in itself.

    In fact, one CM walked past and claimed he didn’t believe that I could finish it all.

    Big mistake: now I had to eat it all.


    While I was plowing through this mountain of meat, he came back to the table beside us and somehow starting talking about putting butter on steak. I think the conversation came out something like this:

    CM: “Mmmm butter. I mean, tell me you’ve never been tempted to grab a stick and just chow down.”

    (I laugh behind him)

    CM: Aw Come on! Don’t tell me it’s never crossed your mind!

    It hadn’t.

    What had crossed my mind, however, was dessert.

    Mom chose a maple crème brulée

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    And I ordered the Chocolate Mousse, but the CM decided that I would like the children’s “Chocolate Moose” more.

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  13. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 5 dawned with me on a mission and my mother thinking I was crazy. I got up as early as was even remotely plausible, rushed through my shower, and left my hair (gasp!) un-dried. I tied my wet hair into an unbecoming knot on the back of my head and scrambled out the door and to the bus stop. Looking back, I probably should have taken the time to make myself slightly more presentable.

    But I had MK on the brain.

    More specifically, I had Rapunzel on the brain

    Yes! Today I was going to brave the line and meet two of my favorite Disney characters of all time: Rapunzel and Flynn Rider!

    When we arrived, we made our way into the makeshift line forming near the turnstiles as we waited for the Welcome Ceremony.

    And waited.

    Soon, the train pulled into the station, the songs were sung, and the fireworks exploded. It was another beautiful day in the Magic Kingdom.

    I speedwalked my way in and headed straight up the middle of Main Street, U.S.A. By the time I broke free of the crowd in my mad dash, I only had one more person in front of me. That person was walking ever so primly (read: slowly) but I just didn’t have the heart to rush past. You see, this lady is practically perfect.

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    When I finally made it to the M&G area, the line was already pretty long. I got in it anyway and texted my mom to let her know I’d made it.

    She wasn’t crazy enough to wait in line with me, so she was going to go enjoy some rides solo style while I met Rapunzel and Flynn.

    A CM came by with a clicker and counted off guests for each show. At 9:00, by her count, I would be the first person in the 11:00 show.

    It was a daunting wait, but I was unfazed.

    The lady standing behind me, however, was terrified. She looked at her husband and wailed,

    “Two hours just to see some lady?”

    “It’s not just a lady, Mommy, It’s Rapunzel!”

    The mom held out for a solid twenty minutes before she destroyed her daughter’s dreams.

    “Honey, if we go now, I’ll buy you a Rapunzel Barbie.”

    “I don’t want a Rapunzel Barbie. I want to see Rapunzel!”

    “What if I bought you a Rapunzel Barbie and a Rapunzel book?”

    “I want to see Rapunzel!”

    “But it’s a two hour wait, honey!”

    “I want to see her, Mom.”

    “BUT THAT’S NOT RAPUNZEL!”

    You’ll be proud to know I didn’t gasp aloud, but it broke my heart.

    “That’s not Rapunzel. It’s just a lady in a dress. You don’t want to wait for two hours to see some lady in a dress. Come on, I’ll buy you a dress and a Barbie and a book.”

    Her daughter couldn’t have been more than six and still believed in all the characters. As her mother dragged her off, you could still see the internal battle between her utter belief in princesses and her mother’s words.

    I felt so bad for her.

    While I was waiting in line, my mother was (apparently) going to the Monster’s Inc. Laugh Floor and riding Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin over and over and over again.

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    She sent me a text of her score:

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    I was so proud!

    When 10:30 rolled around, they realized that drop outs had made it possible for me to squeak in at the end of the 10:00 show (if only just for the greeting portion, which was fine by me)

    When I made it in, Flynn greeted me with a “Hey, how you doin? Come and meet my new dream, ‘Punzie.”


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    At this point, Flynn apparently decided I’d been paying far too much attention to his new dream, so he broke out…

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    That’s right! I got the smoulder!

    But this magical moment could not last forever, so we snapped a few pics and I reluctantly said my goodbyes.

    I texted my Mother, who told me to meet her at the Jungle Cruise, which, apparently, She’d FP’d while I was in line. I strolled over to Adventureland and made my way to the JC. It’s one of my favorite rides in all of Walt Disney World and I was very excited to go on. I looked around the little pavilion and saw no sign of my mother, so I took up residence on one of the benches near Shrunken Ned’s Junior Jungle Boats and waited.

    I was getting good at waiting.


    She texted me to meet her at the entrance to Adventureland, so I got up and walked that way.


    No sign of her.


    Then I received the incredibly helpful text:

    “No, not there, over HERE!”

    It turns out she was in the gazebo next to the Dole Whip Stand in line for Princess Ariel and Prince Eric!

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    I love them!

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    Prince Eric is right up there among my favorite Disney Princes, but this particular “friend” of Eric’s was pretty quiet, and no matter how my mother discreetly angled the picture, she couldn’t manage to get one of just me and him.

    Maybe my hair-do scared him off 0_o

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    Apparently this is how Sebastian dances…? No idea.

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    After meeting the lovely Prince and Princess, we scooted over to the Dole Whip stand to try some of the creamy goodness.

    My mom got a traditional Dole Whip:


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    And, since I don’t really like pineapple, I went for a wonderfully refreshing root beer float. Yummmm!


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    We felt so much better after we had cooled down a bit (waiting in the line for Rapunzel got HOT! There is no shade in that queue.) and we headed back to the Jungle Cruise. Our Skipper was adorable, a hilarious skipper—and, to top it all off, he was from England. Needless to say, I tried to get on his boat for the rest of the trip, but we never saw him again. :sad:

    We cast longing looks at the Tiki Room (still down for refurb) as it’s one of our favorites. Whenever I call my mom and whenever she calls me, our phones are set to play the original Tiki room song :goodvibes


    But, since the tiki birds were not in our futures, we headed over to another classic attraction:

    Pirates of the Caribbean; Arr!

    (^^^Note: Please Read in Stacey’s Voice. Thank you^^^)

    About midway through the ride, I remembered that OPI had come out with a line of nail polishes for the new POTC movie, and I really wanted Mermaid’s Tears. I figured they must sell them in the gift shop, so I scoured the shelves.

    No Mermaid’s Tears :(

    But the hunt was on in every fashionably minded store in all of Disney after that.

    We headed out of the gift shop and I want to say we took a Monorail to the TTC and then hopped a bus to the Grand Floridian, but don’t take my word for it.

    In the end, we made it to the GF just in time for our appointment at the Spa.

    After wandering around hopelessly for a while, we finally struck out on the correct path and found the little spa.

    On our way, we walked by the beautiful wedding pavilion with views of Cinderella Castle. All I can say is that “they can’t order me to stop dreaming”

    But back to the action. We made it to the spa and checked in. The CM there told me I’d be with Melissa and my mom would be with… Bobby.

    I felt sorry for her—how awkward! But she said it was actually not bad and that he was very good. So it all worked out for the best.

    In the end, we were super relaxed and they told us to shower to get rid of the toxins.

    That shower was worth the entire price of the massage.

    Getting a shower mid day through a Florida summer day is magical, and I even dried my hair afterwards, which means that it looked at least a little better for the rest of the day.

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    And for our next trick… we headed inside the beautiful Grand Floridian

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    I love the marble inlays: such a nice touch!

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    We had an ADR for tea, but we had about 20 minutes before our reservation, so we checked in at the desk and listened to the beautiful sound of the Disney classics on the Grand Piano

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    After a few tunes, they called us in and sat us in the pretty little tea alcove. While we were waiting for our waitress to come, we people watched the tea party of 9 girls who had been to the Bibbidy Boppity Boutique that morning and were very excited little princesses.

    Mom ordered a pot of English Breakfast tea and I think I asked for Oolong. All I remember is that my tea was really yummy.

    The sandwiches… not so much.

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    I’m not big on cream cheese or egg salad in the best of circumstances, but these were just not my favorite. (I think we had 1 potted shrimp sandwich, 1 cream cheese and cucumber, 1 pear and gorgonzola, and 1 egg sandwich)

    The pastries were better

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    but my favorite was Mom’s Strawberries and Cream

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    I didn’t get a picture, but they gave us bite sized caramelized onion tarts as well, which were pretty good, even if they didn't go very well with my specific tea.

    As we were leaving, my Mom made a big fuss over a little diva who was waiting for her reservation. She even grabbed a picture

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    … Yeah, I felt kinda creepy, but the little girl felt so special, so I guess it was ok.

    After this, we went upstairs to go shopping. My mom picked out some little Polly Pocket-type princesses for my little cousins and asked me to check out for her while she made a phone call.

    I noticed that the price was dramatically cheaper than advertised. When I asked her if the dolls were on sale, she looked at me funny.

    “No, I just gave you your discount.”

    Seeing my confusion, she realized her mistake,

    “wait, you mean you aren’t a ‘friend’ of Cinderella?”

    I just laughed. This was the first time I had ever been mistaken for Cinderella, and (surprisingly) it would not be the last. But more on that later.

    We hopped the monorail back to MK and headed straight for BTMRR. My Mom had FP’d this earlier, but didn’t want to go on anymore, so I went through twice :)

    The first time, I was riding solo in one row, but there were three girls in the row behind me. They were complaining (loudly) that they couldn’t believe that they couldn’t all sit together and how unfair it was that they would have to squish in one row. Out of the goodness of my heart (and to make them stop complaining) I offered the extra seat in my row so they could all be close together without squishing three to a row.

    They looked at me like I was an angel and said that would be “so completely amazing”

    Then, they called for “Alex” and said there was a seat for… him.

    Alex came over and he was easily three times my size. He got in the line next to me, and we headed on to the ride. I scooted as far into the corner of the row as I could because, to be honest, he was a pretty scary looking fellow.

    Also, his lap was a good deal larger than mine, so the lap bar hovered at least 8 inches over my legs. I clung to the side of the train to keep from sliding the whole ride and caught air over every single bump.

    It was less than comfortable. On the plus side, when I came back through the line with my mom’s FP, the CM recognized me and said,

    “I saw what you did there. Any seat on the train is yours to have all to yourself”

    I sat in the front of the train, remembering how much better it was on EE. Note to self: the scenery is great from the front of the train on BTMRR, but the most thrilling ride is in the back car. From what I can tell, it’s mostly powered by the train’s momentum, so they drop you down the hills. However, the front of the train gets most of the way down the hill before the momentum actually kicks in.

    Good to know for next time!

    We headed over to one of my other favorite rides, the Haunted Mansion

    I love all the history and references to imagineers in this attraction. We got stuck for a little bit while we were “falling off of the balcony” into the graveyard, and it was actually quite a comfortable experience:

    We lay on our backs in the doom buggy in the dark and the air conditioning and just relaxed for about ten minutes before the ride started up again.

    When we made it outside, one of the famous Florida downpours had begun
    So we did the HM again, and again, and again.

    After a total of four spins through the mansion, Mom wanted to do the riverboat, but it was closed for the rain, and the CMs said it would be at least 45 minutes.
    She decided to wait, but she sent me to the Country Bear Jamboree—which holds a special place in my heart.

    I watched the show twice, and by the end, the rain had let up and Mom had, I think, just given up on the boat ride.

    It was getting kind of late by this point, so we decided to go to Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin to end the night with a bang.

    After the first ride, Mom and I chose to each go in our own ship because neither one of us could agree which way it should be pointed at any given moment.

    But, the second time was the charm.

    Remember my mother’s score from earlier?
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    Well, here are mine (I used both blasters by the end of it, so add them together ;) )

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    I ended up getting another 10.000 points after I took this photo, but I couldn’t get both of them in the shot at once before unloading.

    So Cinderella knows her was around a laser gun... Who knew right?


     
  16. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 6 P1:

    Today was our day to visit Disney’s Hollywood Studios!

    We made it just before the gates opened and, just like that, we were in for the Running of the FP!

    We snagged two and then wandered around aimlessly trying to decide what to do next. We found ourselves near the Great Movie Ride, so we decided to go there next… until we got a glimpse of orange fur.

    Tigger and Eeyore were out, with hardly any line!

    I jumped in line and regressed to about five years old.

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    Then we rode the Great Movie Ride—and we got the cowboy side: with FIRE!!

    I’d only read about this side, so I was super excited to see it for myself.

    Mom needed to make a phone call for work, so I struck out for the RnRC… in the exact wrong direction.

    I tried to make a 180 turn without alerting anyone to the fact I had no clue where I was going.—success!

    Wait time was said 10 min, but it was really a walk-on! Score!

    Here’s the ride picture… oh how beautiful

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    Now, you may be wondering why, when I, the thrill junkie of the trip had the opportunity to ride whatever I wanted, and since I was right there, I didn’t take a ride on the Tower of Terror as well.

    The answer is simple.

    I despise that ride.

    To see why, we have to go back a few months to my last visit to Walt Disney World with my cousin.

    In the intro section, I mentioned I have a health condition that requires me to eat a lot of salt, well the long and short of it is that my blood pressure is extremely low and I get dizzy pretty easily.

    Well, one morning he decided I should have my first Monster Energy Drink that morning.

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    Breakfast of champions (?)

    When we got to the park, he forced me to go on the ToT –another first for me.

    While we were on the ride, It felt like I could feel l the blood sloshing from my head to my toes, and I got so dizzy I lost vision a couple of times during the drops.

    I then almost passed out in the giftshop.

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    Needless to say, it was not on my list of must-do’s for this trip.

    My Mom texted me and said to hurry up and meet her because the streetmosphere performers were out.

    It was a director
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    …and his assistant

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    …who were “filming a movie” called This is the Year we Celebrate _______________ (fill in the blank)

    One in particular was especially good: This is the Year we Celebrate Love!

    A man was supposed to propose to his wife with a huge diamond ring, give her a kiss and then proclaim, “THIS IS THE YEAR WE CELEBRATE LOVE!”

    But when the extremely dramatic director said it, it came out more like,
    “This is the Yeeeeeeuhhh…. We Celebrrrrrrrate…. Love! Oh, how sweet!”

    When the man (a volunteer firefighter and all around butch kind of guy) proposed, right on cue and in perfect imitation, he cried out

    “This is the Yeeeeeeuhhh…. We Celebrrrrrrrate…. Love! Oh how suh-weet!”


    At the end of the performance, the director did a lot more fill in the blanks, pointing out people in the audience to match.

    This is the Yeeeeeeuhhh…. We Celebrrrrrrrate….
    Your escape from an Abercrombie and Fitch advert! Congratulations!

    Being a Dang good looking broad at your age (this one was my Mom)

    BEER!

    Your escape from Scooby Doo, Congratulations to you too sir, it must be so good to be free of those meddling kids

    I snapped a covert pic of Scooby Doo Guy (in the middle)

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    When they pulled off in their truck, we were back to not knowing what to do, but our FP time was up, so we headed on over. I don’t have a pic of my score, but I know my prize was a Beaver

    I always get a Beaver

    Darn you, Beaver.

    After TSMM, we headed over to the Indiana Jones Stunt show. Mom really wanted me to volunteer, but I was too nervous.

    We sat down anyway, and she decided that she would volunteer herself. While she was standing up, she gave me a poke in the ribs. I’m extremely ticklish and I jumped. That was all it took. I was only standing for a moment and I got hauled on stage in a turban.

    Good Grief.

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    It’s a great look, huh? (I’m second from the right)

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    I even got to meet/hug Indy after the show. He was extremely sweaty—ick!

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    Next up: Lunch with everyone’s favorite Cousin

     
  17. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 6: P2

    That’s right! We were headed to Grandma’s kitchen for a little TLC.

    For those of you who’ve never been, the 50’s Prime Time Café is themed like the kitchen of a 1950’s grandma. Your waiters are, actually, your snarky cousins, and will harass you mercilessly (“No Elbows on the table!”)

    I’d heard here on the Disboards that Cousin Cooper was the best cousin you could get, and I toyed with asking to be placed in his section, but it was pretty busy at this point, and I didn’t know how long it would be before a table opened up.

    I decided to take my chances.

    Mom and I chilled out in the “Living Room” and watched clips from 1950s sitcoms on a turquoise chaise, and in about 15 minutes, our table was ready.

    We were seated at a little table for two across from one of the TV tables, and Mom reminisced about the antiques that decorated the dining room, many of which had twins that used to decorate my Great Grandmother’s apartment.

    There was a small cup of crayons on the table, and Mom and I started absentmindedly laying them on the table in a pattern…

    Yeah, we’re easily amused.

    To our great dismay, we needed one more green crayon to finish our sequence.

    My mother being the outgoing type that she is, she begged from the TV table across from us, but they only had blue and yellow.

    Just then our waiter appeared.

    He was not Cooper :sad: Our new Cousin was nice, but he didn’t really get into the spirit of the restaurant much. He did, however, force me to clear another table in order to “earn” my green crayon. So that was some consolation at least :laughing:

    I got Pot Roast with roased root vegetables and mashed potatoes:

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    (Note our art in the background)


    Mom, who was dying for a green leafy vegetable by this point, ordered a chicken Caesar salad.

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    I remember that everything was super yummy, and my mother was hearing tiny angels singing because she got her veggies. She’s funny like that.

    As we were eating, out of “Mom’s Kitchen” Came…

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    Cousin Cooper!

    He was the waiter for the TV table, and hilarity ensued. He gave everyone at the table nicknames, and yelled at them across the restaurant to get their elbows off the table or take their hats off. He even threw a handful of straws at them when they ordered their drinks.

    And for dessert: I got the famed, the dreaded, the fantastical

    PB n J milkshake.

    Oooooh my. It was good.

    Sorry, I don’t have a pic, but it’s big.

    It was like drinking pure joy in peanut buttery form. Mmmm I love me some peanut butter.

    The shake came in a pretty glass, but came with a metal shake cup that held almost as much. I’m telling you, they gave me so much shake! After my wonderful pot roast, I just couldn’t handle it all, so we paid some of the love forward and passed the metal cup over to the TV table and shared the glass between the two of us.

    May I say again?

    It was soooo good!

    I would definitely recommend this restaurant, it’s corny and the waiters will abuse you (but if you’re shy, they’ll dial it back a bit). And they have that shake! Oh that shake…

    Ok, sorry, I’m back now :)
    So after we paid the bill (we did this meal OOP so that we could use an extra TS credit at Le Cellier), we headed off to a one of my favorite shows in all of DHS.

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    It’s the Muppet Show… AAaaaaaaaaah!

    [On a side note: did anyone else notice the allusion to this show in the new Muppet Movie? My family (non DISers) had no idea why I was freaking out]

    After checking to see if the key was still under the mat (it was) we “waka waka”’d right on in! no wait at all.

    We went all the way to the end of our row and sat down to enjoy the show.

    This show is so charming. Jim Henson is sorely missed.

    After the show, we wandered up and down the street, continuing the search for “Mermaid’s Tears” … no luck here.

    In fact, none of the CMs we talked to had any clue what I was talking about (I seem to get that a lot. If a CM asks you what your favorite Disney Character is, do not say Jim Hawkins. They will think you’re nuts.)


    We didn’t find my nail polish, but we did find a Mickey Mouse that looks just like my dad!

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    See the resemblance?

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    Next up, was a little visit to Catastrophe Canyon!

    We lined up for the studio backlot tour, and Mom even volunteered to be in the “Movie”

    ...Unfortunately, her direct route to stardom was cut short by a clap of thunder.

    That’s right, the tour closed due to inclement weather. (read: pop up storm)

    So we made a mad dash to Magic of Disney Animation for a drawing class… or two…

    Maybe three…

    No more than four…

    We love the drawing classes.

    We drew Buzz, Tink, Goofy, and Mickey… but the pics seem to have vanished into thin air. I’ll post them when I find them.

    By the time we had pushed enough pencils to make the biggest nerd blush, the rain had stopped, and it was off to our dinner reservation for the evening.

    When we return, our two heroes visit a strange band of roving musicians in the Wilderness, eat more than they’d care to again, and encounter a portal to the 5th dimension on a motor coach!


    Tune in next time for more Pigs! In! SPAAAAAACEE!!!!… er, I mean, my trip report.

     
  18. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 6: P3

    When we last left off, we were headed off into the sunset (literally) on a Disney motor coach to our evenings ADR.

    Where were we headed?

    THE HOOP DE DOO REVUE!

    I&#8217;d been here once when I was little and had fond memories (the AC was stuck on full blast, so the CMs brought out tablecloths for us all to wear around our shoulders until they could shut it off. The actors tied it into the show and had quite a few Superman gags mixed in) so I was excited to see if it measured up to what I remembered.

    We got there a little early&#8230; and they would not[i/] let us in! We had to stand outside for a good 15 minutes before the doors opened. What that meant was we had the choice of standing in the mud (it had just rained after all) or hitting the gift shop

    Gift shop time!

    The shop was actually really nice, and they had a really cute Mr. Pricklepants statue that I was drooling over (sorry, no picture!) but I restrained myself.

    After a while we moseyed on back to the lodge and we were seated right next to the stage, all the way on the left. It wasn&#8217;t the best seat, but I really liked it.

    It was next to the kitchen, normally not a plus, but our server was a lot of fun and we got a lot of extra attention because we were right there.

    He brought out our meal out ( it&#8217;s a set menu of all-you-care-to-eat wild west-type food) and promptly gave us both heart attacks.

    His favorite trick was to wait until we were completely engrossed in the show (facing away from the kitchen) before he positively slammed our metal plates full of food on the table.

    It was so funny (if startling).

    Here&#8217;s pics of the FOOD:

    See the bucked in the background of this picture? That was full to overflowing with salad and I got none of it. Mom needed her green veggies.

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    In the back, you can see a bucket of fried chicken (yummy)
    A bucket of ribs (super yummy)
    The salad my mother monopolized (can&#8217;t tell you about this one ;) I&#8217;m guessing it was fantastic)
    Baked beans (neither of us really care for baked beans, so these didn&#8217;t get touched)
    Roasted Root veggies (I ate almost that whole thing, they were pretty good, but I did share like a good little girl)
    Mashed red potatoes (pretty good)
    And finally, Cornbread (mmmm&#8230;. Disney Dessert-like Cornbread)

    Oh, and my pot of tea. So good!

    The table next to us had three young children who were obviously pretty zonked from their day in Disney, and the middle child was paying no attention to the performers. He was poking at his food, but not watching the show at all.

    When the time came for the performers to come out into the audience, one of the ladies came and rested her hands on the back of his chair while she was talking to them.

    As soon as she left (but not long enough after that she was out of earshot) he looks at his mom and, completely creeped out, yelled

    &#8220;Who the HECK was that!&#8221;

    I had just enough time to see the CM crack up as she hurried backstage.

    The show was even better than I remembered it. But it breaks my heart that they won&#8217;t be able to sing &#8220;Hoop de Doo&#8221; any more. I love that song!

    We actually had time to talk to the family at the next table, and they were really sweet!.

    All in all, it was a fantastic evening, though I do remember that the strawberry shortcake at the end was not as good as the Sunshine Seasons&#8217; but by that point I was too stuffed to care

    We headed out, and since it was late at night, they had three Rapunzel buses to take us to the different resorts. It was a long ride, since it stopped at every Disney resort, but I had our friends from the next table to keep me company. There was a 12 year old 9 year old boys, and a 7 year old girl. The daughter had a Tinkerbelle light that had come on her drink

    She and I had fun having adventures with Tink (yes, I am 18, thank you.) She would turn the light on and have Tink fly around, then the light would go off and she&#8217;d hide it under the seat. I would then look everywhere for Tink, and she would tell me matter of factly that Tink went to the 5th dimension. (they&#8217;d been on the ToT that day)

    When her 9-year old brother decided to get in on the action, sister gave up a wail, not that brother had taken her toy, but that

    &#8220;Moooooom! [Brother] sent Tinkerbelle to the Fifth Dimension!!&#8221;

    We made it to the CBR, and our friends left, but before they did, the daughter lept off her seat and gave me a big hug.

    I was so startled, but then again, it is Disney after all.





     
  19. DerangedChipmunk

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    Day 7: P1

    For those of you who read the intro post, you know that today was another of our chill days, but also had one of my big firsts for the trip: Typhoon Lagoon

    We woke up a little later this morning, if I remember correctly and grabbed a quick breakfast. On our way out to the bus, we stopped in Everything POP and bought an Instyle for me and a Good Housekeeping for Mom.

    It was a gorgeous day, and a little hotter than it had been: perfect for going to the waterpark. Within ten minutes, our bus was pulling up, but not before we snapped a covert picture of someone standing in line with us. He was dressed in black from head to toe, but on the bottom of his pants leg, he had:

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    What people choose to wear (especially in Disney!) never ceases to amaze me.

    But we hopped the bus and before long, it put us right by the gates of Typhoon Lagoon.

    I had read here on the DISboards that it was nearly impossible to find a seat here, but whether it was because it was so early in the day or just the time of year, it was pretty deserted.

    We headed right and rented a locker for our backpack, then struck off to find a nice spot.

    We ended up choosing an area far away enough to not be noisy, but near enough to everything to be convenient.

    (see the red star? It marks our perfectly lovely spot)
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    and we lay some towels down, tossed our magazines and sunglasses on top, and went to hit up Castaway Creek.

    We enjoyed the lazy river, but decided we&#8217;d had enough after one time around. The water was really cold that early in the morning!

    So, we flopped on our chairs and lounged and read until it got hotter, when I convinced my mom to go outside of her comfort zone&#8230;

    &#8230;and try a slide with me.

    Mom&#8217;s not big on waterslides, but I convinced her that (from what I&#8217;d read, remember, I&#8217;d never been to Typhoon Lagoon before) Gangplank falls was more scenic than anything, and you drifted along and just looked at the pretty scenery and stuff.

    She said that as long as her hair didn&#8217;t get wet, it was fine.

    Well&#8230;

    We made it up to the line and got to watch the interesting tableu of a young man in an alarmingly bright green mountain dew swimsuit and a faux hawk trying to convince his mother that he really, really didn&#8217;t need to slide down the slide. He was obviously pretty scared but momma wasn&#8217;t budging.

    Did I mention this young man was in his mid 20s?

    :laughing:

    When we got to the end of the line, the CM situated us in a big round tube and bid us bon voyage, and we were off&#8212;a little faster than I expected to be honest.

    And the slide went downhill from there &#8230; haha&#8230; get it?

    Er.. moving on&#8230;


    Mom just glared at me as water cannons, waterfalls, and just general splashing water got her fairly well drenched.

    The slide&#8217;s crowning glory was the final drop, during which we got entirely soaked and, I&#8217;m not sure how, but I ended up underneath of my mother.

    The CM just gave us an odd look and helped us get out.

    We were very, very wet, and I knew that was the last slide for Mom that day.
    So we decided to grab lunch and hang out in the sun a while to dry.

    We ended up at Typhoon Tilly&#8217;s I think (it&#8217;s right next to Getaway Glen on the map) and Mom got a hamburger and I got a wonderful turkey pesto sandwich.

    We both got fries and let me just say one thing:


    Disney fries.

    Yum.

    Between my Disney fries and my turkey pesto on focaccia, this was one of the best lunches I had all week.

    After lunch, we relaxed a bit more and I tried out the wave pool (which was too crowed and small children were being hurled by the wave on top of me)

    But then we went back to the hotel to shower and change before dinner.

    P.S. Sorry for the lack of pics in the last two posts. Believe me, the next installment will have all the pictures you could ever want, and more!



     
  20. DerangedChipmunk

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    I promised you some pictures, so here we go&#8230;

    After changing out of our swimsuits, Mom and I headed out to the bus stop and, as luck would have it, waited only about ten minutes for the next bus to EPCOT.

    The plan was to split up again so that I could go see the Herman&#8217;s Hermits Flower Power concert while Mom wandered around the World Showcase. (She&#8217;s not a huge Hermits fan)

    We moseyed on over to the American Pavilion and I got in line for the show. I got a great seat right in the middle near the front.

    The show was great, and the Hermits still have great energy.

    Meanwhile&#8230; I don&#8217;t know where she went or how she managed it, but Mom found all the rare characters while I was watching the Hermits. Maybe it had to do with it being the F/G festival?

    Mr. Potato Head and Lotso:


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    Monsters From Monsters Inc (One of them is Sanderson&#8230; the other two&#8217;s names escape me at the moment. Can I poll the audience?)

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    I love my Mom, she&#8217;s so adorable.

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    and even Boo!

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    (apparently, the lines were too long to see Boo, so that&#8217;s all we get)


    When Mom got back, it was almost time for our ADR, so we walked over to one of our favorite restaurants in Disney&#8230;

    The Tokyo Dining.

    Mmmm

    Before we went in however, we got to visit the beautiful and talented Miyuki!

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    Our waitress was from Yukosuka (where my Dad was stationed for two years in the Navy) and she was just as sweet as she could be

    Our drinks alone took up most of the table!

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    I got the biggest plate of sushi on the DDP and a pot of green tea

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    Just look how sunburned I was after our day in the sun!

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    Gonna see if I can run you through this:

    Back row: California rolls with tuna and salmon
    2nd Row: tuna and salmon
    3rd Row: Yellowtail, Shrimp, THE SQUID, and conch
    4th row: Pickled ginger, sweet egg, barbequed eel, and wasabi

    (I know the eel looks nasty, but it&#8217;s really my favorite thing of all)

    And Mom got a bento box, a diet coke, and a glass of wine (white zinfandel?)
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    Included were: Miso soup (top right), cucumber salad, cellophane noodles, LOTS of tempura, white rice, and some assorted sushi (I took these off her hands for her&#8230; I can eat an unlimited amount of sushi and she doesn't really care for it)

    It was all delicious! I ate every piece except for the sweet egg (I just didn&#8217;t understand that one, and let it go)

    All the fish was really fresh and clean tasting, except for the squid&#8230;

    Oh, that squid.

    I&#8217;m not sure what was wrong with it, but it was horrifyingly slimy and tasted absolutely wrong. My mom wasn&#8217;t paying attention when I put it in my mouth, but she noticed really quickly when I made a face.

    I attempted to quietly just swallow the darn thing, but I was basically choking on it by now and my gag reflex was kicking in.

    She decided it was the perfect time to take a picture.

    Thankfully, before she could, I managed to swallow and grab my tea.

    That was one nasty piece of squid. Thankfully, the drama had gone unnoticed by the other diners. I was so embarrassed!

    Thankfully, though, the rest of the food was more than wonderful&#8230; especially dessert.

    Mom got soft serve (she really loves soft serve)

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    And I got this gorgeous chocolate ginger cake.

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    So yummy!

    After dinner, I wasn&#8217;t feeling quite right (I blame the squid!) so we decided to catch Herman&#8217;s Hermits again so that I could sit down for a while. Much to her surprise, Mom claims she actually enjoyed the Hermits much more than she expected, though she thought they needed to grow up a bit, considering their age.

    I thought they were precious.

    I was feeling much better by now, so we decided to do some night shots with PP Photographers around the WS

    The photographer in Paris was really great, and he was a Red Sox fan! Score!

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    And, of course, Spaceship Earth was lookin just loverly this evening

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    After we got our pictures taken, we got snagged by some CMs taking a food and dining survey. We told them how wonderful everything was&#8230;


    And yes, we told them about the squid :P



     
  21. DerangedChipmunk

    DerangedChipmunk Mouseketeer

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    Day 8: P1

    This was the beginning of the end: our last full day in Walt Disney World. Today, we were going to do the Backstage Magic Tour and then pick a park to hang out in.

    We awoke bright and early to go on our tour and, due to the repeated early mornings, I&#8217;m sure I looked exactly like this:

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    &#8230;except I had my beautiful refillable resort mug in hand and I was headed for hot chocolate, and I was wearing a brilliantly white shirt. (that becomes important)

    I made it to Classics Hall and filled my mug all right, but as I was putting the lid on, a child (who was chasing another child through the building) body checked me out of the way. :eek:

    I watched in slow motion as a scalding chocolate tidal wave drenched my shirt through and through.

    I ran to the table to let my Mom know I was headed back to the room to change, and she reminded me that I had less than five minutes to get to the bus stop if we were going to make it to EPCOT before our tour left without us.

    Thank goodness we were just around the corner.

    During my short walk back to the room, I noticed that there was a duck following on my heels.

    Ooook.

    I ran into the room, only to notice&#8230;

    The duck had followed me in.

    No time to worry about that. I whipped off the shirt (it was a girl duck, ok?)

    And threw it in the tub, turning the tap on as I ran to grab another.

    The duck waddled around the entrance of the room, but didn&#8217;t come too far in (thank goodness)

    I left the shirt soaking in the bath and scooted the duck out of our room, then speedwalked over to the bus stop and onto the bus right before the door closed.

    Whew!

    It was a weird morning.

    As we rode the bus to EPCOT, I looked down at my legs and noticed that, with all the sun yesterday, I&#8217;d gotten about three hundred freckles. Wow. I&#8217;d never been one to get freckles before, but there&#8217;s a first time for everything&#8230;

    Then I saw my other leg. It had big brown splotches and looked utterly revolting. I touched it gently and found that the patches were slightly sticky. Convinced I had a horrible skin disease, I called my mother&#8217;s attention to the ugly splotches.

    She handed me a napkin from the backpack and told me to wipe the hot chocolate off of my legs.

    Yeah, I&#8217;m blonde. :laughing:

    We met our group outside of the gates of EPCOT and, we killed a little time watching the sky (this was the day when NASA was launching their last shuttle&#8230; so it was a pretty sad day) Unfortunately, it was pretty cloudy and we didn&#8217;t quite get to see it.

    I&#8217;m sworn to secrecy about most of this tour, but it was lots and lots of fun and I would recommend it to anyone. I can tell you that we went backstage at each of the parks.

    For lunch, we went to the Whispering Canyon in the Wilderness lodge.

    The food was really good, but I missed most of lunch because I was registering for my first semester of college on my phone in the lobby. Ahh&#8230; college timing.

    Thankfully, Disney does something to people, and complete strangers took a little bit of each food and put it aside in a hot all-you-care-to-eat skillet so that it would stay warm for me. Thanks, tour group friends!

    We were allowed to take pictures right at the end of our tour at the Disney Garden Center. Turns out, today was the first day after the Flower and Garden Festival, so all of the topiaries were there.

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    The final park we went to was DAK

    Mom really wanted to see the parade, since we hadn&#8217;t seen this one (last time we were in DAK, the parade was still the March of the Artimals) but I was still afraid of the stiltwalkers, so the plan was to go to DHS instead.

    Little did we know that the Backstage Magic ended with preferred viewing of&#8230;

    The parade.

    Yay -_-

    So we were herded into a great spot to watch the parade, and I got attacked by stilt walkers who wanted high fives.

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    Well, Hello zombie Baloo&#8230;
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    My Mom is Baloo&#8217;s biggest fan, so we have lots of pictures of him

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    These are some cool floats, I will admit.

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    The Daisy and Duck.

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