Allow Myself To Introduce Myself, a trip report. I think. *part 5 up, page 3*

[Minniespal]

Enjoyed reading your reports ~ Thanx for sharing.

Loved your attention to detail.

 

[KathyRN137]

Guess what SDY? I was annoyed at something last night and found myself saying, "Bah!!"

Thanks for the fun reporting!

 

[roberrl187]

Great report. I also love your attention to detail. I look forward to the next installment. I love the dining plan

 

[sdy]

Guess what SDY? I was annoyed at something last night and found myself saying, "Bah!!" QUOTE/]

KathyRN137:

That is absolutely BRILLIANT!!!!!
Love that.
Lots.
A bit too much, in fact.


One Dis-er down, 54,999 to go....


Oh yeah; BAH!!

 

[ennisb]

Great report enjoying your work.. HOWEVER

pictures we want dancing pictures...

 

[SoRa DoRk]

Bwaha! You were up there dancing! I've been embarrised en park and at the resorts SO MANY TIMES! Like at Whispering Canyon on my brithday... *shudders* Anyways, great stuff! Awsome job. Now, if I can remember my last trip...

 

[abe_froman]

still digging the trip report

um...BAH? you know, but in a good way

cheers

 

[MagicMe]

I'm so enjoying your trip report. POR (DL forever!) has always been my favorite but my last trip was at OKW (six of us - had a great time).

Can't wait to hear the rest of your report!

 

[LannyBirch]

Great report enjoying your work.. HOWEVER

pictures we want dancing pictures...

BAH! As if such pictures exist. If they do, I'd pay good money...

 

[OhMari]

Welcome to the DIS and for posting.

My 22 yr old college dd always says, "Bah" You don't play Rugby do you?

 

[sdy]

To all who have posted and read; yet another huge thank you.
And no, I play no Rugby nor do I post horrifying dancing pictures on the internet.
Aside from that, I'm a pretty nice gal...I swear.



Part 5: Day 3, MGM or How I Learned To Stop Caring and Love The Aerosmith


This day it was (is?) to be MmmmmGM. (!!!!) day.
Whoops, sorry. It’s Disney Studios, isn’t it?
Never mind the bollocks, it will always be Disney-MGM to me. Deal with it.
Moving on.

LOVE the MGM. As someone who, quite literally, lives and breathes movies, I relish the Old Hollywood flavor, thoroughly enjoy The Great(ish) Movie ride and howzabout that Hollywood Tower of Terror?!? Yum….all of it. And especially since Who Wants To Be A Millionaire is now (bah) defunct (BAH) at California Adventure (BAH!!!), I was dying to get there.

So, Saturday morning, there we were:
Me; itching and scratching.
Mom and sis; moving at a relaxed, vacation-like pace totally inappropriate for a WDW visit. Coffee’s been had, cigarettes have been smoked and we were all primped within an inch of our lives. Should be time to AT LAST get off to the parks, yes? Not so much. The crew was hungry. BAH. Minutes seemed to turn into hours (as they tend to do) and it was looking more and more like POFQ was going to be our only destination for the day. Mom quietly observed me preparing to begin systematically ripping flesh from bone and, thinking it a fair compromise, diplomatically suggested that we get said food rations at the park. Bless her.
So we’re off to Disney Studios. And I’m much happier for it.

I’d been eagerly looking forward to riding the Rockin’ Rollercoaster (me: thrill ride junkie & getting braver by the year) hosted by that Aerosmith band that I’m really not a fan of.
I know, I know. But let me just say this:
“Jaded” is a really really great song.
I periodically consider naming my first child Jaded.
In fact, I’m listening to the song as I type this.
I’m not kidding.
But, I don’t like the Aerosmith.
Don’t ask me why…don’t subject yourself to that degree of frustration.
We’ll leave it at I just don’t.

Anyway, after we arrive at the park do we make a beeline for RNRC fast passes? Ummm…no. The crew is hungry, remember?
I meekly suggest “walking food”, a reasonable option as far as I’m concerned….after all, it’s already early afternoon. Alas, I am denied.

So it’s off to ABC commissary. We ate food that we found pretty tasty and I exit before the rest of my crew to simmer in the smoking area---a not too subtle hint for them to get a move on. They emerge and, as we’re right next to The Great(ish) Movie Ride, we hop to.

I so enjoy this ride. And our tour guide couldn’t have been cuter. Not in a Francois (!!) sort of way….she was an adorable girl with a high-pitched voice that bordered on grating but was ultimately lovely to listen to; she had a grace and cheer about her that I strive for daily. Very yum.

After all this meandering and movie riding, is it, at long last, time for some thrills? Hellsyeah.
Tower of Terror it is…no fast passes, just a 20 or so minute wait. And it was awesome. WDW’s ToT kicks the DCA ToT’s butt. More scenery to behold, more ride-like riding. Just...more. It’s very groovy. And we got a fantastic drop sequence. We came off giggling and clapping like 4 year olds. Cuz at Disney you can do that. Reason 567 why we LOVE it here.

On to that awesome rollercoaster hosted by that not so awesome band. I seem to remember the wait dropping drastically while we stood there pondering our Rockin’ fate. But I’m not sure of that part. We didn’t fast pass cuz the stand-by line was short. I’m quite sure of that part.

It was right around now that my head began the slow, painful process of exploding. Literally. I get killer migraines a few (a couple?) times a year---the kind that land me in a darkened ER with a saline with Demerol chaser I.V. and some poor nurse constantly swapping out bedpans. And I can always identify the exact moment my brain line starts to swell. This time it was around the time we were steps away from watching the pre-whateverhappenedtothatIleanaDouglas show. And I was without medication. I’m always without medication (remember the few/couple times a year part). Bah. Nevermind, I’m rockin’ this rollercoaster and can’t nobody stop me. So, I rock it. And don’t at all enjoy it because the g-forces were threatening to make mincemeat of the solid grey matter in my skull. I’m not a smart girl---I so do not rock.

I muddle through the rest of the day with a smile(ish) on my face, rationalizing that the demon hasn’t yet fully emerged and I may (bah) be able to stop it in its tracks later. Again, I’m not a smart girl. We do the Millionaire….twice. Maybe three times. That attraction is addictive and I’ll, um, do something really meaningful if they ever take it away. Yeah. Anyway,I got on the board, but not in the hot seat. Such is my fate today, what with the swollen brain and general lack of smarts. Howzabout this for “general lack of smarts”?:
I agree to go on RNRC again. I know, I know. The entire time I bellowed “Don’t hurt me!!!” That was one ride photo that was happily left at the dump shop.

Hmmm...I guess I lied in my title. I didn't stop caring nor do I now love the Aerosmith. After that experience, I love (kind of...as much as one can with a migrained head) the Rollercoaster, but not the band. Weird. Sorry about that.

We had ADR’s at Brown Derby (a goal of mine for years now) but had to bail once Lil Sis took one look at the menu. I told you she eats crap. And gets what she wants. Dangerous combination, that. Ahhh..c'est la vie.
We wander a bit, revel in the coolness that are the many shops at MGM and take some pretty decent pics, if I do say so myself. Lil Sis was the camera queen this trip...postcard worthy pics on a budget. That's my girl.

Around 7 the crew is starting to fade so we head back to the hotel. I’m walking gingerly because the pain is progressing rapidly and every time I set foot on pavement I want to vomit. The crew is very much feeling the need for some foodstuffs so on the way back I call WDWDine to see if we can get a res at Boatwright’s. We were in luck and would be eating in about an hour. Plenty of time for me to pick up the strongest (BwaHA!) pain meds they have at the POFQ gift shop (had to make an obligatory detour there anyway) and call my doctor to figure out how I was going to survive without at least a shot or two of Imitrex, as those chalky little impersonator pills tend to get attacked by stomach acid (or something) before they get a chance to work on the upper part of my body.

At this point, walking to POR wasn’t in the cards for me (remember the foot on pavement vomit thing?) so we ask the kind CM’s just what one is to do. They immediately offer us a ride in the resort van. Pixie dust...yum.

We get to POR and it’s loud and bright and that isn’t in the cards for me either. But I thought I should try to eat. We get a buzzer; my doctor calls back (love her) and, being cross-country, is of absolutely no help (want to kill her). Well, we’ll have to see how it goes.

It’s miserable is how it goes. My migraine is almost at full-blown thissucksanddonttalktomefortwodays beast mode, so I can’t choke down food at this point, even if it wasn't remarkably substandard (really good cornbread, though. I think). And Lil Sis proceeds to tell us that the only fun she has had so far was last night’s excursion to Planet Hollywood. Nice, eh? Remember in part 1 when I said that Big Mama financed this ENTIRE trip? Though I adore the child (she was demoted to such that night), I wanted to wring her neck. I refrained...this time.

I wander outside while they finish up because outside is darker and quieter and there are no Lil Sis’ around to unintentionally throttle. I stand on the dock, tear up a bit and make a quick but fervent wish for some hardcore made-to-order Disney magic for me and my crew. It had been a tough one (day, that is) all around. But it's kind of nice that "tough" includes RNRC, ToT and Millionaire; don't ya think? I'll take that kind of "tough" any day of the week and thrice on Sunday. Minus the migraine.

The crew is finally done and we (I) work out transport back to POFQ.
At this point, we all just want to go to bed. Any bed. I take the cot to keep the peace and toss and turn the entire night. My mom spies me writhing at 7:30A and starts with the cool rag therapy. Love her. Really, really mean it.
Oh yeah…and Lifetime was on in the background. Bah.


Part 6. Day, 4: I do believe in Fairies...I do. I do.

 

[DisneyWorld Delight]

But, I don’t like the Aerosmith.

OK. Them's fightin' words. And if you weren't in a deep, painfilled headache space, trying to achieve sleep induced nirvana, ON A COT(!), well-then we would throw down. But since Lil' Sis isn't humane enough to get that, I'll let it go.

 

[KathyRN137]

WDW with a migraine...heaven and hell!
Always be prepared, Girlscout!!!!

 

[BlueBayou]

Yikes. I don't know what I would do if I got a migrane on vacation. Yuck!

I am lucky, I only get a couple a year and after I am able to fall asleep for several hours, I wake up 'hung over' for the next 24 to 36 hours. So I can still function, but am just not happy. Oh and my head will throb if I bend down to pick anything up the day after the migrane.

I can't believe you kept doing stuff when you felt it coming on.

Sher

 

[sdy]

I can't believe you kept doing stuff when you felt it coming on.

Sher

First off, thanks oh so for reading and for the solidarity. Much appreciated.
Secondly----believe me, I know.
As I said, I'm not a smart girl. I am by no means a martyr, tho my TR may (does it??? yikes) make it sound as such. You know that phrase "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt"? That pretty much sums it all up. Alas...


And yes, I've begun carrying Frova (love it) with me at all times.


By the by, tho lil' Sis may come off as Satan's spawn (I must improve my writing skills), she really isn't. Bundles and bunches of love for the gal. Yes, there are times when her behavior AHEM leaves much to be desired, but ya know what...who am I to cast stones at glass houses?


I'll shut up now.
Happy Saturday to all.

 

[horsegirl]

Sometime shameless self promotion is warranted. I am intrigued.

 

[Master Gracie]

Another good installment.

I get migraines too from time to time. Started when I was about 11 or 12. They were the really bad kind with horrendous pain and vomiting until my stomach was empty...then dry heaving.

Had them for about 2 or 3 years, and then stopped. Suddenly, and without reason...for 10 years. Then they came back. Suddenly, and without reason. The intensity was not nearly so bad though.

I still get them now, but they are weird. I begin losing vision, which lasts for about half an hour or so and then sometimes the bad pain comes, sometimes it doesn't.

Weird.

Hope you got yours under control for the rest of the trip.

 

[MissK]

Sorry to hear you got a MIGRAINE OF DOOM as a friend of mine calls them. You're a trooper for still plowing through.

Here's hoping the next installment goes a bit better...maybe another Francois sighting?

 

[sheridac]

Well, well, well!!!

Look what I found!!!

 

[2infinity&B-ond]

I can't wait for more.

It's too bad about the Aerosmith though. I enjoy them. Saw them in concert once, it was great. But I digress.

So keep the story coming. And keep stopping by on that other thread. (You the which one.)



You got your mama's style but your yesterday's child to me
So jaded
You think that's where it's at but is that where it's sposta be
You're gettin it all over me
ex-er-ated
My my baby blue
I've Been Thinking bout you, my my baby blue
yeah you're so jaded
And I'm the one that Jaded you