I still don't have official pics, but I might as well get the boring part of the TR out of the way...
My family flew down to Orlando on June 10. Michael and I did not fly down until June 11. The reason being is that the last day of teacher meetings was June 10. Little did I know that the meeting would end up being canceled; otherwise I would have left on the 10th as well.
So on the 10th Michael and I were up at 3:30AM!
We drove my sister and her boyfriend to O'Hare for their 6AM flight. Then at 7AM we drove my parents and other sister and her boyfriend for their 9AM flight. Later that day I got my nails done, worked out, and basically just killed time until it was 8PM. I knocked myself out with NyQuil and fell asleep.
On June 11 I was up bright and early at 3:45AM. I did my morning routine and then put all the morning routine stuff in the checked bag. At 4AM we hopped on a taxi and headed to O'Hare.
We get to O'Hare. I already did online check-in and prepaid for the checked bags. So we check the bags and then get in the security line. There is a MASSIVE pack of kids obviously going on some school or camp type trip to Orlando (they all had Disney paraphernalia on)...so the line was long and loud.
Finally we get to the belts. We take off our shoes and put everything in the plastic bins. Michael walks through the metal detector. No problem. I walk through. No problem. Then I see them looking at my carry-on bag at the x-ray machine.
"Ma'am. We are going to have to open the bag and inspect it." Uggggh. I know what it was. All my welcome bag stuff was in the checked bag. I was worried about the fans being crushed and the MMs melting in the checked bag, so I put it in carry-on. So the people working the x-ray machine saw stacks of little metal tins and things that looked like rotating blades with batteries tape on them. I can see why it looked suspicious. Anyway, this search of my bag was accompanied by a full pat-down, which got my Disney adventure off to a very magical start.
We go to the terminal. and wait some more. We board the flight. We fly to Orlando. We land. It is now around 10AM Orlando time. This is important for later in the story. Now I have never used Magical Express before and I was way too paranoid about someone else handling my luggage so we did NOT do the Magical Express bag check thing. Therefore after the flight lands we head to baggage claim. I get my bag. We wait for Michael's bag.
And wait.
And wait.
The belt is now empty and there are other people standing and waiting. Grrrr. So we go to who I believe was the nastiest United employee ever.
Hi. It's been like 20 minutes and no more bags our coming out. We are missing one.
::audible sigh:: Go to the machine over there : points: and to see where the bag is.
Ok
So we enter our flight info and get SOME MORE PIXIE DUST!!!
Michael's bag is on another flight and will be arriving in Orlando at 2:00PM. Fantastic.
So again we have no idea what to do. We go to the United desk, back to the same woman.
Hi. So we used the machine and it said our bags are on a different flight and won't be here unti...
: ::audible sigh as she cuts us off:: Go to the machine over there and file a lost baggage claim.
Ok...
At this time there are other people discovering the same thing about their bags. So the mood is not happy at United baggage claim. The machine tells us we have a couple choices.
1. Wait in the airport until the flight arrives and get our bag then.
2. Have United deliver the bag to the hotel.
3. Have the bag sent back to Chicago
So Michael and I debate this. Do we really want to waste time sitting in the airport waiting for the bag. We had other things to do. At the same time we didn't know if we could trust United to deliver our bags. All of Michael's stuff, included wedding items he needed, were in the bag. So maybe we should just wait and guarantee we get our bags.
So we go back to the woman.
Hi. We want to know if there is a guarantee that our bags will be delivered today. We don't want to risk..
:cuts us off again: YES. THEY ARE DELIVERED BY 6, UGH. ::turns to next customer::
WOW. ::whips out pen and paper, turns to Michael:: Hold on a second I need to write down her name...
Ok so we go back to the machine. Now it is asking us all this info. It wants to know the address of Beach Club. Michael asks me if I know. "Uh...no." So we hit cancel...back to the woman."
We don't know the address of the Beach Club.
::rolls eyes:: Just put in "Beach Club WDW" and they will know what it means!
Again, I don't understand why she had so much attitude. How on Earth were we supposed to know that?
So that is finally done. We head to Magical Express. I have never used Magical Express before. All I had with me were the tear-out vouchers from the giant book they send. Apparently you need to bring the whole booklet. Then why are the vouchers tear-out? So we have to get in another line where someone proceeds to write "B" on the voucher. Then we go back to the original line. I don't understand why "B" couldn't have been written on the ticket in the original line considering all the lines had employees with computers.
So now we wait in more lines. It takes a good 30-40 minutes to get on a bus. Then we wait some more. Our bus is not magical. There is no video. No pomp an circumstance as we enter Disney. I would never use Magical Express again. I would rather pay $30-$50 and get on a MEARS bus, other type of shuttle, or cab and not stand around and wait forever.
So FINALLY we are at the Beach Club...