We were waking up to our first full day at WDW today. The broken fridge, and icky towel had been dealt with and we were ready to hit Epcot and the Food and Wine festival. Well, at least I was. Dh wasn’t looking so good. At 6:50 Mickey and Stitch phoned. We had an 8:35 ADR at Kona so we had to get up and going.
I nudged Dh. Nothing. I swooshed what hair he has on his scalp. Nothing.
Hummpht.
This was proving harder than I thought.
It took all of my “womanly wiles” to get Dh up and going this morning. His heart just wasn’t in it. The Disney thing, not the womanly wiles.
I have to say I’m a bit surprised he wasn’t more excited to get to the park today. After all we were going to the F&W festival. I figured that was right up his alley.
By 8:05 we were at the main CSR bus stop. One of the things I had meant to do was figure out how the bus system works at this place. Because I switched resorts late into the planning I never did research CSR as well as I wanted too. Oh well. It was too late now. I would have to go with the flow and ask questions.
Wait. Did I just say ask questions? Isn't that what non-disers do? I just didn't feel right about not knowing. I tried to explain it to Dh. In hindsight I realize I was probably just picking a fight as an outlet for my frustration. Dh recently read one my installments and commented that he always looks like the bad guy. He's not. As you can clearly see from this next interaction, he lives with a crazy person. He's a saint to put up with it. In case you're reading this again Hon, here's a shout out to ya. Love ya tons! Thanks for putting up with me all these years.
"What's the big deal? So we ask somebody how the buses work." He says.
"All I'm saying is that I should already know. That's what I do on the these vacations. I know things. I may not know much about the rest of the world works but I know Disney."
"Honestly, it doesn't matter."
"But the thing you're missing here is that it matters to me. I get that it doesn't matter to you. Do you get that it matters to me?"
"Sweetie, you matter to me. I wish you weren't so upset about this. What can I do?"
"How about acknowledging that when I say I'm upset that I'm upset. Instead of saying it doesn't matter. A little empathy maybe?"
"Oh right. Was I doing that guy thing and thinking I had to solve the problem again?"
"Aha"
"Sorry. (deep breath and in a monotone voice) I hear that you are upset that you don't know every single inkling of the inner workings of the transportation system to our resort. I still think it's not a big deal but I'm sorry that you think it is."
We were rounding out of the lobby and just as we arrived at the bus stop there were two AKL buses out. Two buses. Maybe all would be okay. People were loading the first bus but the second bus was turning people away. I heard the driver on the second bus told a passenger that he was heading out to the other resort stops but that he would be back.
I took that to mean that all the buses started here at the main stop and went round the whole resort before heading off into the park.
I was wrong.
But I wouldn't know that until later. They do not work that way. In fact they usually start at bus stop 2 and go round to 3 and 4 before heading to the main stop.
So it would seem that the main bus stop would be the worst stop to be at because the buses would already be full. However, Disney had thought of that. Probably because it's a convention centre and all the business people stay close to the convention centre consequencially close to the main bus stop and therefore Disney gives them a higher priority. Because of this fact, during the busy times they had a CM at the main bus stop who seemed to be in control of the buses. The CM would find out how many people were going to which park and magically order a bus for that park. It was amazing. But at the time I didn’t know that. I figured out the buses later that day.
I just went into panic mode. For as I said it was 8:05 and I needed to get to Kona in thirty minutes. How was I going to do that if I had to get on a bus that wasn’t here yet, then go round to all the resort stops, then hop on the monorail and ride it round till the end. And even if they let us into Kona late then we would be later getting into Epcot.
In my head, visions of Tonga toast were getting fainter and fainter as it appeared we would never make it on time. I kept flashing back to staying at POR and getting on at the first bus stop then waiting as we went round the entire resort and then if I was really unlucky we would stop at POFQ to pick up too. The transporation there was a nightmare. I highly suggest a car if you ever do. A car makes POR much more enjoyable. Just my own opinion though. But back to this trip report.
Well, nothing gets between me and my Tonga. I knew I still had the Taxi option. I used guilt on Dh to get him to agree to paying for a Taxi. After all it was because of him we were running late. I guess Dh was feeling a bit guilty, as well as looking forward to some Tonga toast himself because he agreed fairly quickly to the plan. I had been ready to fight it out to the death. Perhaps he saw the panic in my eye and backed down immediately. Or maybe he was still happy from after affects of my womanly wiles. Or maybe he realized he was the one that made us late in the first place. Who knows? I wasn’t about to question it.
So off we went to secure a Taxi. It was a Taxi Van but the driver said he charged the same as a car. It cost us $15 plus tip and eight minutes to get to the Poly.
Here is our Taxi.
I had to take a picture because Dh has never let us use one before. (okay we did take one home from Seaworld on our last family trip but that was because my father paid for it. It had taken us 2.5 hours on public transit to get there that morning and my dad had enough. And the other time my Mom and I were shopping at DTD and took one back but she paid for it. So really it was only the first time Dh has had to pay for one.) I thought he would be upset paying for a taxi. He really wasn't. In fact he's even gotten mad at me for telling everyone he hates paying for taxis. So I guess he'll be mad at me again. Let me finish this with a the "old" Dh hated to pay for taxis. The "New" Dh understands that there are times when you need to splurge. After all the "old" Dh would never take me to disney twice in a year.
I'm still getting used to the new Dh. I like him.
Here he is after arriving in style at the Poly.
Here I am in the doorway of the Poly. Not my favorite shot.
The fuzzy carpet. Probably what it looks like when you've had too many lapulapu's.
So it turns out we were early for Kona. I was hoping they could seat us early and we could make rope drop at Epcot but Kona was busy. Not as busy as O’Hana’s though. That lineup was all the way past Kona to the coffee counter.
We wandered through the gift shop while we waited. I looked at Hoodies again. They didn’t have a great selection since most of their clothes are downstairs in another store. I was about to go to the other store as Dh had found out they could seat us now.
We were seated in the middle of the restaurant. In a row of tables that could be pushed together for a small group or pulled apart for two. Only there wasn’t much room to pull us apart. We were incredibly close to all the other couples beside us. I felt like I was intruding on their conversations never mind their personal space.
I did find out that the couple to our left were not pregnant. They have been trying for a while from the sounds of it but the woman found out this morning that they would have to start fresh again this month. I felt bad for them and made sure not to mention our kids this meal.
The couple on our other side were retired. They were enjoying and I quote “a damn nice meal without those darn grandkids and their nasty manners. They spend most of the meal discussing the difference between parenting now and parenting in their day. They seemed to be quite disappointed in their children’s parenting skills and were trying to work out a way to diplomatically approach the subject with their children. I made a mental note to thank my own parents next time I spoke with them. I know they haven’t always agreed with everything I’ve done as a parent but they truly love our kids and look forward to spending time with them.
Dh and I were fairly silent as we were too aware of how close everyone was. It wasn’t my favorite meal this trip. The food was lovely but I was so conscious of our neighbors I didn’t want to say anything.
I probably mentioned this early but in case you forgot. We were on the dinning plan this trip. Just the regular one. Not the deluxe like we did last trip. So this meal was actually one too many. Since breakfast is usually cheaper than dinner, I opted to pay OOPs for this one even though we hadn’t used any of our table service entitlements yet.
I got the Tonga Toast with bacon.
Dh got the Tonga Toast with pinapple. He had a bit of a memory loss on being at this restaurant last trip. He couldn’t remember if he liked the tonga before. Then he didn’t remember ordering the Likiloi juice they serve at the Poly. I had to remind him. Again, I just don’t think he was feeling great.
All that citrus (the pineapple and the likilo juice which is a passion fruit, orange and guava juice mixture) made him feel ill.
He checked out the bathroom while I sipped my coffee. I wanted to order the pressed pot coffee they have here but since I already paid for a Taxi and we were paying OOPs for this meal I didn’t want to press it with Dh. I did get my coffee in a paper cup to go.
When Dh finally returned, he looked a bit grey. He was willing to head into Epcot with me but I was doubtful. If I pushed him now, he’d be done in an hour. Remembering his Epcot meltdown on my last trip I decided to make a change in our plans today.
I know. A change of plans at the last minute. Craziness!
I figured the most important part of Epcot today was the F&W festival. And since the world showcase doesn’t open until 11am I decreed we should head back to the hotel and rest up.
At first Dh resisted. He didn’t want to spoil my fun. But an unhappy Dh is really no fun at all so I didn’t mind.
The strange thing is. I didn’t mind. I was walking away from an almost (it was just after 9am) park opening and agreeing to go rest back at the hotel.
Weird.
First Dh agrees to a Taxi and then I agree to go back to take a rest. Could it be that by cooperating we were both getting what we wanted? Could this be the secret to a great marriage? Could I write a best-selling marriage self-help book and spend the next decade traveling the country to host seminars?
Hold on.
I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Perhaps it was the sugar rush from breakfast.
We grabbed the monorail back to MK. Then we grabbed the bus back to the resort.
As we walked to the bus stop we noticed something. CSR has bus stop #1. Seriously folks. We were #1. Let's hear it for Disney's commitment to those business convention travelers. Whoo Hoo!


Not too many people are waiting to go back to their resort at 9:15 am. We had an empty bus. Dh fell asleep on my shoulder. Poor boy he was still grey.
We got off at bus stop #2 and had to walk a bit to get back to our room. We went past the Health Centre and a quiet pool. Boy was that pool quiet.
There was not another soul in sight. I think we ran into one housekeeping staff on our way through the resort in total. It was dead quiet. I was pretty thankful Dh was feeling ill because I had a feeling all those secluded hallways and romantic looking staircases would have awoken Mr. Octopus.
In case I haven’t mentioned it-it was quite chilly today. The forecasters were predicting record lows. Our high today was to be 52. Which is why I was looking at hoodies. I was doubting that I brought enough warm clothes with me.
Back at the hotel room Dh fell back asleep. I read for a while. Then my eyelids started to get heavy. I didn’t set the alarm though. You see I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. It was Dh that was tired and ill. Not me. A nap wasn’t in the plan. But I had thrown the plan out the window and sure enough I fell asleep. Sitting upright with my book in my lap. Needless to say I wasn’t very comfortable when I woke up.
When was that? Was it in time for the World Showcase opening at 11am? Would Dh feel better after his nap? Answers coming up in the next installment. Click here
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