DECEMBER 5, 2011
Day 1, Part 4 In Which Someone Finally Recognizes My Royal Status
When we last left off at 'Ohana, I had just polished off enough ice cream to feed the entire Duggar family.
Gosselins too. Kardashians. Baldwins. Culkins. Cusacks.
Let me just sum this up by saying: I ate a LOT of ice cream. Enough to feed all celebrity families.
Also, I gotta say it: I never saw a bad movie that had at least one Culkin in it.
If you spot a Culkin in a movie, it's a good one.
If you spot more than one, forget about it. Through the roof.
Love those Culkins.
Anyway, my mom, me, and one of the couples had planned on making it to the MK in time for the Main Street Electrical Parade, but we were too full to move and I thought, why rush? It was only day one.
We relaxed with some coffee and chatted with the people at our table. One of the guys was nice enough to give us a couple of those 20% off coupons that come out with receipts sometimes. I can't tell you how in handy those came! Everyone at our table was just so nice. I wish we had all taken a photo together!
Eventually, we all said our goodbyes and I called a few of the strongest men working at the resort to help carry me out of the restaurant. They were able to do it by rolling me out on one of those luggage carts.
'Ohana rocks. Bottom line. Go there.
My mom and I had a CM take our picture in front of the restaurant, and that is the moment I realized something terrible had happened!
HULA TIMON WAS GONE!
We searched and searched. We went back to the table and looked underneath and around it. We talked to a bunch of servers. We checked the bathroom. We asked at the podium and the bar.
He was nowhere to be found.
They told us to check down at the Front Desk just in case someone had turned it in there, so we headed down. I wanted to go downstairs anyway just because I love the Grand Ceremonial House and basically every inch of the Poly.
My mom walked up to the front desk and told the CM working there that the stuffed toy we had lost was "Timon, from the Lion King."
The CM said, "I KNOW WHO TIMON IS! I LOVE TIMON!" LOL it was so cute. But sadly, the Timon fan couldn't find him. He did look up our room reservation and put a note on it that I had lost him, just in case anything turned up.
I was honestly in such a happy mood just from being at Disney that I hardly even cared, plus I reasoned that it a mass produced toy that I'm sure I could find again, but it was a bummer not having our mascot anymore. I was excited about having lots of silly Hula Timon pics. Ah well, there's always a next time.
The front desk CM asked me who lost the doll. I said that it was me. He said, "No, I meant who's is it?" I laughed and said, "It's mine."
I guess he was expecting that it belonged to a child, since it's a toy and I'm 21 and all, but nope! He was my Timon! I refuse to grow up. I won't. You can't make me!
I am Peter Pan.
Well, I'm a girl. So maybe I'm Patrice Pan. Pepper Pan. Pattie Pan. Peppermint Patty Pan? Paloma Pan. Piper Pan? Penelope Pan?
I hate all of these names. Well, Peppermint Patty Pan isn't bad. I am a Peanuts fan. But whatever, you get the point.
I've decided that I refuse to acknowledge aging anymore. When my next birthday comes, it will mark the day that I was born, 22 years prior.
However, I will still be 21 in my mind. Eternally. Like Forever 21, but better quality. I won't age and my buttons won't fall off in the wash.
So on April 8, I will be celebrating my eternal youth. You're all invited to that festival of crazy.
Let's get back to the report. As we chatted with the CM some more, we learned a little about the Poly. Most of it, I already knew. Duh. But they were wearing these nuts around their neck (no other way to say it) on a necklace and my mom asked what they were. The CM said they were Kukui nuts and that they came from a tree that was right outside the door. Of course. And it's a genuine one from Hawaii that Hawaiians came here to plant. And the CMs had to not be in the area during the planting because it's sacred or something. I'm pretty sure I'm getting this story wrong because I didn't write it down, but the point is, this tree is a big deal.
When I got home, I realized I have a pink Kukui nut necklace! I had no idea they were modeled after something real, I thought it was just supposed to be a bead necklace. The other funny thing is, I wore that necklace at the Poly in 2006 and didn't even know there was a tree of them outside! I'm definitely going to wear it on my next trip.
After learning all about the nuts, something even more awesome (if you can believe it) happened. In true Disney fashion, this CM went out of his way to try and make us feel better about the loss of our dear friend, Hula Timon.
When you arrive at the Polynesian's lobby/front desk area known as the Grand Ceremonial House, you are usually greeted with an "Aloha!" and then you get lei'd. Since we had come in on the monorail, we didn't get lei'd, so the CM brought us three leis, which was weird since there were only two of us.
He put one around my neck, one around my mom's neck, and then doubled the third one up and placed it on my head.
He dubbed me,
"Queen of the Polynesian Resort."
That's right, folks. You are in the presence of royalty.
It was amazing. I felt so special. It was so wonderful to realize that this was only our first day at Disney, and already so much Pixie Dust was being sprinkled on us!
Also, it just felt good to be in a place where my royal status was being adequately recognized and celebrated. It's offensive if you don't call me "Your Majesty", so please start doing that. I'm basically like Kate Middleton, but way better. I've never seen her with a lei on her head. Or even around her neck! Loser.
My mom and I then took a million Polynesian Royalty photos all around the resort in which we look like mental patients. Attractive ones, though. We were like Angelina Jolie and Winona Ryder in Girl Interrupted, but without Jared Leto. That part was kind of annoying, cause he's usually present on all of my vacations. I think I'm going to have to cut him loose soon, the poor guy.
There are some pretty amazing pictures in which I am sprawled out on a couch. I think a crowd formed to watch my grace, but I can't be sure. I sent those pics straight to Jared. He loved them, obvi.
We were truly
Livin It Up is the point of all this blabber.
We couldn't spend that much time ruling the Poly, though, because...uh... there was KIND OF a Kingdom within walking distance. A magical one, in fact. Actually, it was THE Magic Kingdom. So we skidaddled onto the monorail, left today, and entered the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.
I just want to take this opportunity to thank all of you for being here, especially as I recount the loss of our beloved Hula Timon.
Spoiler Alert: We never found him. I hope he is in the hands of someone like Andy now, and not one of those nightmare kids from Sunnyside Daycare. OR SID. OH GOD.
Hula Timon 2011-2011
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