Goofmeister
Mouseketeer
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A few notes:
These are long. (Except for this one
)
The trip was December 2002.
If you like, you can find the others here. Well, even if you don't, they're still here:
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.
Cast:
Sam (30) - the Planner, (1985,1987,2000) Trip # 4
Angie (30) - Eeyore nut and researcher, (2000) Trip # 2
Samantha (3.75) (2000) Trip # 2
Day 6, Wednesday December, 4th 2002
The OBother Event
Weather: Beautiful. High 70s with scattered clouds.
Plan: Angies Birthday Bfast at Chef Mickeys, Angies Birthday Surprise, Angies Birthday Lunch, Angies Birthday Dinner.
Midnight the night before:
The girls are tired. Angie wants to be asleep, Samantha already is.
How about 7? I say as Im setting the clock
AM?
The PS at Chef Mickeys is at 8:30.
Why dont we skip it, and sleep in?
We need to be in the MK by 10. So wed have to get up anyway.
Fine. She was too tired to even ask why. Yea!
But things were not fine. I could tell. Mostly because Ive heard that particular fine from her before, and it didnt bode well for me or the surprise. I started to panic and when I panic I plan. Ok, plan A: No Chef Mickeys, were out the door at 9:15 for the Magic Kingdom. Im no dummy. Ive seen plenty of A-Team episodes to know that plan A never works, always have a plan B. Ok plan B: If plan A fails, spill the beans.
The next morning:
I was tired, and I was thinking that my wife is a lot smarter than I am. But I got up anyway. I tried to wake her.
Happy Birthday. I whispered. She pretended to be asleep. I took a shower, and got dressed. I tried again by making a lot of unnecessary noise. Still pretending. I tried to wake Samantha who was also pretending. No luck here either. I tried to wake them both by tossing our daughter in bed with my wife. Angie stopped pretending and in no uncertain terms told me she was tired, didnt feel good, and that she could hurt me.
Happy Birthday? I offered. I was really worried. She had been experiencing a little pregnancy-induced nausea the last several days. I hoped it would pass quickly because we had to be in the Magic Kingdom this morning. Time was rapidly slipping away. Somehow, I got the crew going. Im not sure how I did it, but maybe it went something like this:
Were going to miss our time for Chef Mickeys if you dont get up soon. I announced.
Chef Mickeys? For Breakfast? Samantha said waking up.
Yep.
Woo Hoo! Come on Mommy lets get dressed. Samantha was raring to go.
But it didnt go like that at all. I have been reminded that I had nothing to do with it. We have a tradition of starting every WDW vacation at Chef Mickeys and getting the group photo. We missed the opportunity on our first night, and had to get it today. Thats what got her going, not me or Samantha, but a tradition that weve been doing now for a grand total of once. Also Chef Mickeys had Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
We were out the door and at the boat launch in no time, no attack duck. The docks were safe! Everyone was smiling, except Angie. I was feeling a little guilty and apprehensive about this whole adventure. She didnt look happy, and we were not talking to each other. We boarded the boat for the contemporary. The ride was brisk and fun for all, except for Angie who was looking a little green. An early morning boat ride will NOT cure morning sickness. She was not feeling good at all. I was beginning to worry that the surprise wasnt going to be good enough to offset the way things were starting.
Breakfast at Chef Mickeys was not as crowded as our dinners have been. It was brighter, and felt less like a party than the evening meal does. The guests and staff were doing the slow morning shuffle. Im not a breakfast person, and I dont see much use in it. Rarely am I hungry when I wake up. But this was Angies birthday and she wanted to start it at this restaurant. I like Chef Mickeys, but I was worried about my wife. Fortunately, she started feeling better about half way through breakfast. We got some good pictures and had some good food. Pluto licked me!
When I made the PSs for this day I let everyone know that it was my wifes birthday. I had to. I wanted her birthday to be special and I didnt know when wed ever have another chance like that. To their credit the CMs knew it was someones birthday. Ironically, they assumed it was my daughters despite the button that Angie was wearing. Angie was feeling a little juvenile and tried to take off the button. I convinced her to keep it on.
Breakfast securely tucked in our tummies we boarded the monorail for the MK. As we walked up Main Street about 10 am I was looking for someone looking for me. I had set this up, but I didnt know what was going to happen. We made our way to the pre-designated meeting point, the wishing well behind the castle. I had not contrived an excuse to get the crew there, and subsequently thwarted various plans to do other things by proclaiming that I wanted to see the wishing well. My wife was getting suspicious. She wanted to know why.
Because thats where your birthday present is. I told her.
I thought the WL was my present. She was puzzled.
No. I reply.
Being at WDW on my birthday is all the present I need. I thought this was the sweetest.
Nope.
What is it? She asks as we arrive at the well.
Part 9b.
These are long. (Except for this one
)The trip was December 2002.
If you like, you can find the others here. Well, even if you don't, they're still here:
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.
Cast:
Sam (30) - the Planner, (1985,1987,2000) Trip # 4
Angie (30) - Eeyore nut and researcher, (2000) Trip # 2
Samantha (3.75) (2000) Trip # 2
Day 6, Wednesday December, 4th 2002
The OBother Event
Weather: Beautiful. High 70s with scattered clouds.
Plan: Angies Birthday Bfast at Chef Mickeys, Angies Birthday Surprise, Angies Birthday Lunch, Angies Birthday Dinner.
Midnight the night before:
The girls are tired. Angie wants to be asleep, Samantha already is.
How about 7? I say as Im setting the clock
AM?
The PS at Chef Mickeys is at 8:30.
Why dont we skip it, and sleep in?
We need to be in the MK by 10. So wed have to get up anyway.
Fine. She was too tired to even ask why. Yea!
But things were not fine. I could tell. Mostly because Ive heard that particular fine from her before, and it didnt bode well for me or the surprise. I started to panic and when I panic I plan. Ok, plan A: No Chef Mickeys, were out the door at 9:15 for the Magic Kingdom. Im no dummy. Ive seen plenty of A-Team episodes to know that plan A never works, always have a plan B. Ok plan B: If plan A fails, spill the beans.
The next morning:
I was tired, and I was thinking that my wife is a lot smarter than I am. But I got up anyway. I tried to wake her.
Happy Birthday. I whispered. She pretended to be asleep. I took a shower, and got dressed. I tried again by making a lot of unnecessary noise. Still pretending. I tried to wake Samantha who was also pretending. No luck here either. I tried to wake them both by tossing our daughter in bed with my wife. Angie stopped pretending and in no uncertain terms told me she was tired, didnt feel good, and that she could hurt me.
Happy Birthday? I offered. I was really worried. She had been experiencing a little pregnancy-induced nausea the last several days. I hoped it would pass quickly because we had to be in the Magic Kingdom this morning. Time was rapidly slipping away. Somehow, I got the crew going. Im not sure how I did it, but maybe it went something like this:
Were going to miss our time for Chef Mickeys if you dont get up soon. I announced.
Chef Mickeys? For Breakfast? Samantha said waking up.
Yep.
Woo Hoo! Come on Mommy lets get dressed. Samantha was raring to go.
But it didnt go like that at all. I have been reminded that I had nothing to do with it. We have a tradition of starting every WDW vacation at Chef Mickeys and getting the group photo. We missed the opportunity on our first night, and had to get it today. Thats what got her going, not me or Samantha, but a tradition that weve been doing now for a grand total of once. Also Chef Mickeys had Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
We were out the door and at the boat launch in no time, no attack duck. The docks were safe! Everyone was smiling, except Angie. I was feeling a little guilty and apprehensive about this whole adventure. She didnt look happy, and we were not talking to each other. We boarded the boat for the contemporary. The ride was brisk and fun for all, except for Angie who was looking a little green. An early morning boat ride will NOT cure morning sickness. She was not feeling good at all. I was beginning to worry that the surprise wasnt going to be good enough to offset the way things were starting.
Breakfast at Chef Mickeys was not as crowded as our dinners have been. It was brighter, and felt less like a party than the evening meal does. The guests and staff were doing the slow morning shuffle. Im not a breakfast person, and I dont see much use in it. Rarely am I hungry when I wake up. But this was Angies birthday and she wanted to start it at this restaurant. I like Chef Mickeys, but I was worried about my wife. Fortunately, she started feeling better about half way through breakfast. We got some good pictures and had some good food. Pluto licked me!
When I made the PSs for this day I let everyone know that it was my wifes birthday. I had to. I wanted her birthday to be special and I didnt know when wed ever have another chance like that. To their credit the CMs knew it was someones birthday. Ironically, they assumed it was my daughters despite the button that Angie was wearing. Angie was feeling a little juvenile and tried to take off the button. I convinced her to keep it on.
Breakfast securely tucked in our tummies we boarded the monorail for the MK. As we walked up Main Street about 10 am I was looking for someone looking for me. I had set this up, but I didnt know what was going to happen. We made our way to the pre-designated meeting point, the wishing well behind the castle. I had not contrived an excuse to get the crew there, and subsequently thwarted various plans to do other things by proclaiming that I wanted to see the wishing well. My wife was getting suspicious. She wanted to know why.
Because thats where your birthday present is. I told her.
I thought the WL was my present. She was puzzled.
No. I reply.
Being at WDW on my birthday is all the present I need. I thought this was the sweetest.
Nope.
What is it? She asks as we arrive at the well.
Part 9b.
