Kimberly815
DIS Veteran<br><font color=green>you can call us M
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I am an extremely lucky girl.
I know that.
Sure, there are plenty of things that I would change if I could (like how far the scale needle is tipping to the right lately). But I know how lucky and blessed my life is. I have a decent job to pay the bills. I have a home to go to every night. I have a warm bed to sleep in. I have a fantastic fiancé who couldnt care less how far that scale needle tips in either direction. I have a family that is thrilled about our upcoming wedding. And, I have two best friends.
Yup. Two. Two best friends. Both of them are fantastic (Gee, I hope they think I am fantastic too!). Both will be standing up there next to me when I finally say I Do. Two maids of honor (well, technically a maid and matron of honor). And on this Disney trip, I get to spend all of my time just the two of them.
Someone actually asked if we were all sisters on this trip- which just seems crazy to me. Yeah lady, thats right. We are sisters. Dont we look like it?
The tall, slender, pale, red/auburn haired, brown eyed girl (Jen).
The shorter, slender, pale, freckled, red/orange haired, blue eyed girl (Michelle).
And the medium-height, chubby, mousy brown hair and mousy brown eyed girl (thats me!)?
Were triplets. Couldnt you tell?
Maybe I will buy a bottle to dye my hair red too just so I can fit in. For this trip. Our trip.
We all went to the same high school.
I met Jen freshman year of high school, in Communication Skills (required class). We had Meteorology class together senior year, too. We ended up going to the same college to study Meteorology and the bonding continued over late nights pouring over incomprehensible equations.
I met Michelle senior year of high school, in Physics Class. We were inseparable from that point on, all senior year (I think she was just using me for my Physics skills, ha ha!), and the first year of college separated proved to be a tough one. There where quite a few long drives to visit Michelle at college, after the long nights of incomprehensible equations with Jen.
Jen and Michelle, on the other hand . . . never really had a class together (I dont think). And knew each other back then (I think), but werent friends per se. They havent spent too much time together, mostly stuff for me. Birthdays, etc. And now, I guess, stuff for the wedding. Not to mention this Disney trip. I dont think it was for any particular reason . . . just the opportunity never arose for them to become super duper friendly.
So Spring 2006 rolls around. And the free dining promotion comes out. Despite a busy year, Michelle getting married, planning my own wedding . . . I get the Disney bug. I want to go again. With my best friends. So I ask them. And by some unknown miracle, we all can go. Labor Day weekend 2006. Girls only trip. Disney or Bust!!
Day 1 August 31st Flight and MGM Studios
Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.
Ugh. I cant believe it is 3:30 AM. Whose idea was it to take the 7:00 AM flight out of Manchester, NH anyhow?
Oh wait. I think it was my idea. I am going to have to rethink the really early flight for next time. But dont feel bad for us. WE are going to Disney. Feel bad for Joe (my fiancé), since he just gets to drop us off at the airport and then go home and get ready for work (with maybe a quick nap in between). He doesnt get to go anywhere fun today. Unless you really, really love working for the cable company . . . then you might think it is fun.
A quick hop in the shower and I am ready to go- in my traveling sweats. Sweats are really the only way to travel at that hour of the morning. Who the heck wants to put on something nice to get on a plane for three hours!?! And it is pretty safe to say that someone else at the airport will look MUCH worse/scarier than I do.
Michelle is dropped off a few minutes late by her new hubby (just married a few short weeks ago, and she is already abandoning him for a long weekend), and then it is off to pick up Jen by 4:30 AM.
We normally wouldnt leave quite this early for a flight out of Manchester, since it is a pretty quiet airport, but with the new security regulations, we figured it would be better to be safe than sorry. We make it to the airport by about 5:30 AM or so.
By 6:00 AM, we are at the gate. We are flying Southwest, and for those of you who dont know, it is open seating. You are divided up into sections A, B or C depending on when you check in. We strategically place ourselves in some seats right at the front of the section A line, trying to block the whole lane, so that everyone knows we are in the line for A.
I am sitting there, trying to stay awake, thinking about how much my stomach is rumbling, when Michelle says "I am really hungry."
THANK GOODNESS.
Jen opts to skip out on the breakfast. So she takes the difficult task of keeping our place at near the front of the A line.
Michelle and I head over to the McDonalds just a few gates down for some yummy greasy airport breakfast. The McDs here is one huge restaurant to service both sides of security and is separated by a huge glass wall.
We walk by, drooling over the Egg McMuffins, just a few feet away, on the other side of the glass.
At the counter, there is a very long line. But no one seems to leaving with any food. The girl at the counter seems annoyed. Our conversation goes like this:
Us: Hi, can we have some breakfast.
Countergirl: Um, no. We cant serve anything right now. Our system is down.
Us: Um, okay. But why cant we have breakfast when we can see them serving people just on the other side of the glass.
Countergirl: Sorry. There is nothing I can do until they fix it.
Us: Ooooooookaaaaaaaaay, I guess. About how long?
Countergirl: 15-20 minutes.
And we walk away slowly
, watching some dude savor his Egg McMuffin through the glass. I think he was taunting us.
After about 10 minutes or so, I look up, and it seems like our Countergirl friend is busy helping get people breakfast. Michelle and I are about to get up to head back to McDs when we hear an announcement over the loudspeaker that makes all three of us freeze.
SpeakerStatic: Southwest passenger Michelle *Mumble* please come to the nearest counter for an important message. Michelle *Mumble*.
Michelles last name sounds an awful lot like *Mumble*.
DARNIT! What did you do NOW Michelle? I have no problem leaving you hear at the Southwest terminal and going on to Disney without you . . . . Just kidding . . . . . sort of.
They page again. We still cant tell if they mean OUR Michelle. So we decide to go up to the counter on our way back to McDs.
Us: Hi there, we just wanted to check on the name that you just announced. Because we werent sure of it, and it sounded an awful lot like Michelle *Grumble*, and that is her name.
SWTicketDude: (picks up the phone and starts looking around and whispers) Security, Security. . . I think we have her.
AAAAHHHHH!!!
SWTicketDude (laughing): I am actually not sure of the name. Let me check with her. (Pointing to a lady working with him that was on the phone).
SWTicketDudette puts down the phone and informs us that it was indeed Michelle Mumble, and not OUR Michelle Grumble. Phew!
After picking up our delicious and completely UN-healthy breakfast, we head back to Jen. As we were walking up, I saw it. THEM. The people who apparently were DETERMINED on cutting the Southwest line. Jen was just hanging up the phone with her boyfriend. And there was nothing to be done. They had already cut her. Mr. and Mrs. Snob. Apparently they are too good for lines, and hop right over other people and their stuff to get to the front.
We let is slide- this time. Because this is the start of the trip, and we are feeling generous.
Flight was very good and surprisingly smooth, even with having to fly over Ernesto. We got the exit row, which is always nice with extra legroom.
After thanking the crew on my way out of the plane it hits me: A WALL OF HUMIDITY!! I can feel it leaking in between the aircraft and the ramp. This is going to be one hot trip.
We pick up our luggage and the rental car by about 11:00am with only one snag. There is no antenna. Normally, not a big deal- what difference does it make if the radio works . . . but I specifically bought a pirate antenna topper so we can find the rental easier. And there is nothing to put it on top of!! See:
Up next: We finally arrive at the All Star Movies!
I know that.
Sure, there are plenty of things that I would change if I could (like how far the scale needle is tipping to the right lately). But I know how lucky and blessed my life is. I have a decent job to pay the bills. I have a home to go to every night. I have a warm bed to sleep in. I have a fantastic fiancé who couldnt care less how far that scale needle tips in either direction. I have a family that is thrilled about our upcoming wedding. And, I have two best friends.
Yup. Two. Two best friends. Both of them are fantastic (Gee, I hope they think I am fantastic too!). Both will be standing up there next to me when I finally say I Do. Two maids of honor (well, technically a maid and matron of honor). And on this Disney trip, I get to spend all of my time just the two of them.
Someone actually asked if we were all sisters on this trip- which just seems crazy to me. Yeah lady, thats right. We are sisters. Dont we look like it?
The tall, slender, pale, red/auburn haired, brown eyed girl (Jen).
The shorter, slender, pale, freckled, red/orange haired, blue eyed girl (Michelle).
And the medium-height, chubby, mousy brown hair and mousy brown eyed girl (thats me!)?
Were triplets. Couldnt you tell?
Maybe I will buy a bottle to dye my hair red too just so I can fit in. For this trip. Our trip.
We all went to the same high school.
I met Jen freshman year of high school, in Communication Skills (required class). We had Meteorology class together senior year, too. We ended up going to the same college to study Meteorology and the bonding continued over late nights pouring over incomprehensible equations.
I met Michelle senior year of high school, in Physics Class. We were inseparable from that point on, all senior year (I think she was just using me for my Physics skills, ha ha!), and the first year of college separated proved to be a tough one. There where quite a few long drives to visit Michelle at college, after the long nights of incomprehensible equations with Jen.
Jen and Michelle, on the other hand . . . never really had a class together (I dont think). And knew each other back then (I think), but werent friends per se. They havent spent too much time together, mostly stuff for me. Birthdays, etc. And now, I guess, stuff for the wedding. Not to mention this Disney trip. I dont think it was for any particular reason . . . just the opportunity never arose for them to become super duper friendly.
So Spring 2006 rolls around. And the free dining promotion comes out. Despite a busy year, Michelle getting married, planning my own wedding . . . I get the Disney bug. I want to go again. With my best friends. So I ask them. And by some unknown miracle, we all can go. Labor Day weekend 2006. Girls only trip. Disney or Bust!!
Day 1 August 31st Flight and MGM Studios
Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.
Ugh. I cant believe it is 3:30 AM. Whose idea was it to take the 7:00 AM flight out of Manchester, NH anyhow?
Oh wait. I think it was my idea. I am going to have to rethink the really early flight for next time. But dont feel bad for us. WE are going to Disney. Feel bad for Joe (my fiancé), since he just gets to drop us off at the airport and then go home and get ready for work (with maybe a quick nap in between). He doesnt get to go anywhere fun today. Unless you really, really love working for the cable company . . . then you might think it is fun.
A quick hop in the shower and I am ready to go- in my traveling sweats. Sweats are really the only way to travel at that hour of the morning. Who the heck wants to put on something nice to get on a plane for three hours!?! And it is pretty safe to say that someone else at the airport will look MUCH worse/scarier than I do.
Michelle is dropped off a few minutes late by her new hubby (just married a few short weeks ago, and she is already abandoning him for a long weekend), and then it is off to pick up Jen by 4:30 AM.

We normally wouldnt leave quite this early for a flight out of Manchester, since it is a pretty quiet airport, but with the new security regulations, we figured it would be better to be safe than sorry. We make it to the airport by about 5:30 AM or so.
By 6:00 AM, we are at the gate. We are flying Southwest, and for those of you who dont know, it is open seating. You are divided up into sections A, B or C depending on when you check in. We strategically place ourselves in some seats right at the front of the section A line, trying to block the whole lane, so that everyone knows we are in the line for A.

I am sitting there, trying to stay awake, thinking about how much my stomach is rumbling, when Michelle says "I am really hungry."
THANK GOODNESS.
Jen opts to skip out on the breakfast. So she takes the difficult task of keeping our place at near the front of the A line.
Michelle and I head over to the McDonalds just a few gates down for some yummy greasy airport breakfast. The McDs here is one huge restaurant to service both sides of security and is separated by a huge glass wall.
We walk by, drooling over the Egg McMuffins, just a few feet away, on the other side of the glass.
At the counter, there is a very long line. But no one seems to leaving with any food. The girl at the counter seems annoyed. Our conversation goes like this:
Us: Hi, can we have some breakfast.
Countergirl: Um, no. We cant serve anything right now. Our system is down.
Us: Um, okay. But why cant we have breakfast when we can see them serving people just on the other side of the glass.
Countergirl: Sorry. There is nothing I can do until they fix it.
Us: Ooooooookaaaaaaaaay, I guess. About how long?
Countergirl: 15-20 minutes.
And we walk away slowly

After about 10 minutes or so, I look up, and it seems like our Countergirl friend is busy helping get people breakfast. Michelle and I are about to get up to head back to McDs when we hear an announcement over the loudspeaker that makes all three of us freeze.
SpeakerStatic: Southwest passenger Michelle *Mumble* please come to the nearest counter for an important message. Michelle *Mumble*.

Michelles last name sounds an awful lot like *Mumble*.
DARNIT! What did you do NOW Michelle? I have no problem leaving you hear at the Southwest terminal and going on to Disney without you . . . . Just kidding . . . . . sort of.
They page again. We still cant tell if they mean OUR Michelle. So we decide to go up to the counter on our way back to McDs.
Us: Hi there, we just wanted to check on the name that you just announced. Because we werent sure of it, and it sounded an awful lot like Michelle *Grumble*, and that is her name.
SWTicketDude: (picks up the phone and starts looking around and whispers) Security, Security. . . I think we have her.
AAAAHHHHH!!!

SWTicketDude (laughing): I am actually not sure of the name. Let me check with her. (Pointing to a lady working with him that was on the phone).
SWTicketDudette puts down the phone and informs us that it was indeed Michelle Mumble, and not OUR Michelle Grumble. Phew!
After picking up our delicious and completely UN-healthy breakfast, we head back to Jen. As we were walking up, I saw it. THEM. The people who apparently were DETERMINED on cutting the Southwest line. Jen was just hanging up the phone with her boyfriend. And there was nothing to be done. They had already cut her. Mr. and Mrs. Snob. Apparently they are too good for lines, and hop right over other people and their stuff to get to the front.

We let is slide- this time. Because this is the start of the trip, and we are feeling generous.
Flight was very good and surprisingly smooth, even with having to fly over Ernesto. We got the exit row, which is always nice with extra legroom.
After thanking the crew on my way out of the plane it hits me: A WALL OF HUMIDITY!! I can feel it leaking in between the aircraft and the ramp. This is going to be one hot trip.
We pick up our luggage and the rental car by about 11:00am with only one snag. There is no antenna. Normally, not a big deal- what difference does it make if the radio works . . . but I specifically bought a pirate antenna topper so we can find the rental easier. And there is nothing to put it on top of!! See:

Up next: We finally arrive at the All Star Movies!