soupy11
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Trip report will follow in October. I will take copious notes.
Prologue
We have been planning this trip for 260 days, 18 hours 36 minutes and 28 seconds. How do I know this? I have a compulsive personality, thats how. (Not to mention an HTML countdown timer in my signature file at the website www.disboards.com). At the beginning of our waiting period our trip plans looked a whole lot different than what is currently awaiting us. We were going with my sisters family, her best friends family and my wife. The group was going to rent a vacation home for the week and live it up with a private pool, Jacuzzi tub and all the fixings. Well at the time, my wife and my sisters husband both worked for the same rinky-dink® company here in our hometown (in one of lifes wacky coincidences and as a totally pointless aside they also share the exact same date of birth) and they had a brutal policy in place limiting employees from booking time off together. They begged, cajoled, threatened and pouted to get the time off together, but their boss, whom I am not necessarily claiming was Benito Mussolini, but he certainly had a passing resemblance to him, vetoed the deal. We were crushed. Destroyed. The playbook was torn, shredded and burnt to a crisp. We went back to the drawing board and cooked up a new plan. This time it was going to be my wife and I. Alone. For a whole week. In my wifes defense, she seemed to be excited about it.
Anyways, our plan was set. We had the time booked off. Everything looked great; we had our savings plan in EXCEL, our garage sale booked and our luggage packed. (Ok we didnt really have our stuff packed 260 days out, just checking to see how far I could go here.) Then my wife decided to change jobs. Did you know that sometimes you cannot get holidays when you start a new job? They say that you have to work 12 months to earn the right to take a week off. For the record, my wife is 34. She has worked since the age of 16. My math says that she has worked 216 months. She is due a vacation. I showed her my equations and she kind of rolled her eyes at me. I will ask if I can get the week off as a condition of employment, she told me. And they gave it to her. (I bet you thought I was going to go in another direction with this, didnt you?) Another problem solved.
I have a mom. She is older than me by 2 times. Her husband, being my father, passed away back in 91. Well, she and dad used to drag me around Walt Disney World as a tyke countless times. I used to act like a jerk. Climbing trees, impersonating a monkey and generally embarrassing my folks in front of huge crowds that had gathered to see the amazing monkey boy. Ok, technically, they weren't gathered for the monkey show, but were in fact standing in line for 20000 Leagues Under the Sea. Semantics, really, as it was a captive and captured audience, or in other words "they had nowhere to go". My dad would snuggle up to another family trying to pass himself off as a total stranger! "I don't know the monkey but he puts on a helluva show!" I owe my mom a lot. In order to settle up with the karma gods, my wife and I thought it would be nice to take my mom along with us. We talked her into it (had to use some pretty severe brainwashing techniques) and changed our plans to compensate. We ordered our park hopper passes, got some Universal passes and Halloween Horror Night tickets (my mom loves thrill rides and haunted houses), and arranged for transportation.
Now we are 23 days out and excited as all get out. The three of us are pumped. We have a long drive ahead of us but feel the sacrifice will be paid off in spades. Thanks to the DIS boards and Walt Disney Unofficial Guide we feel that our trip will be a thing of perfection. Come on October.
(to be continued in October)
Prologue
We have been planning this trip for 260 days, 18 hours 36 minutes and 28 seconds. How do I know this? I have a compulsive personality, thats how. (Not to mention an HTML countdown timer in my signature file at the website www.disboards.com). At the beginning of our waiting period our trip plans looked a whole lot different than what is currently awaiting us. We were going with my sisters family, her best friends family and my wife. The group was going to rent a vacation home for the week and live it up with a private pool, Jacuzzi tub and all the fixings. Well at the time, my wife and my sisters husband both worked for the same rinky-dink® company here in our hometown (in one of lifes wacky coincidences and as a totally pointless aside they also share the exact same date of birth) and they had a brutal policy in place limiting employees from booking time off together. They begged, cajoled, threatened and pouted to get the time off together, but their boss, whom I am not necessarily claiming was Benito Mussolini, but he certainly had a passing resemblance to him, vetoed the deal. We were crushed. Destroyed. The playbook was torn, shredded and burnt to a crisp. We went back to the drawing board and cooked up a new plan. This time it was going to be my wife and I. Alone. For a whole week. In my wifes defense, she seemed to be excited about it.
Anyways, our plan was set. We had the time booked off. Everything looked great; we had our savings plan in EXCEL, our garage sale booked and our luggage packed. (Ok we didnt really have our stuff packed 260 days out, just checking to see how far I could go here.) Then my wife decided to change jobs. Did you know that sometimes you cannot get holidays when you start a new job? They say that you have to work 12 months to earn the right to take a week off. For the record, my wife is 34. She has worked since the age of 16. My math says that she has worked 216 months. She is due a vacation. I showed her my equations and she kind of rolled her eyes at me. I will ask if I can get the week off as a condition of employment, she told me. And they gave it to her. (I bet you thought I was going to go in another direction with this, didnt you?) Another problem solved.
I have a mom. She is older than me by 2 times. Her husband, being my father, passed away back in 91. Well, she and dad used to drag me around Walt Disney World as a tyke countless times. I used to act like a jerk. Climbing trees, impersonating a monkey and generally embarrassing my folks in front of huge crowds that had gathered to see the amazing monkey boy. Ok, technically, they weren't gathered for the monkey show, but were in fact standing in line for 20000 Leagues Under the Sea. Semantics, really, as it was a captive and captured audience, or in other words "they had nowhere to go". My dad would snuggle up to another family trying to pass himself off as a total stranger! "I don't know the monkey but he puts on a helluva show!" I owe my mom a lot. In order to settle up with the karma gods, my wife and I thought it would be nice to take my mom along with us. We talked her into it (had to use some pretty severe brainwashing techniques) and changed our plans to compensate. We ordered our park hopper passes, got some Universal passes and Halloween Horror Night tickets (my mom loves thrill rides and haunted houses), and arranged for transportation.
Now we are 23 days out and excited as all get out. The three of us are pumped. We have a long drive ahead of us but feel the sacrifice will be paid off in spades. Thanks to the DIS boards and Walt Disney Unofficial Guide we feel that our trip will be a thing of perfection. Come on October.
(to be continued in October)
we are flat out of time for it. We have so many activities planned that I just could not fit it in. It was either 
