I can’t remember the last time I needed an alarm clock to wake up. I truly believe it’s a gift. I am a morning person. And I think us morning people have it waaaaay easier than the non-morning people.
Because whether you are a morning person or not, most of us eventually have to get up.
But I’ll admit, getting up to head to the Magic Kingdom is still more fun than getting up on a regular day at home. So when my eyes opened on the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was up right away. DH made the coffee walk and we sat at our little table and chairs and had a quick cup before waking the kids.
A quick aside: When we were at the Yacht Club for Spring Break, one of my favorite times of the day was our morning coffee on the balcony. It was a very quiet and relaxing way to plan the day and enjoy a little time before the kids were awake. We had a whole fun day ahead of us, and it was always exciting to talk about it. Plus, we had a beautiful view of the Boardwalk and the lake. Very nice. Mama missed it.
Because here was our view at the AKL.
And had we even gotten a good view at AKL, it was a little too cold to sit outside in the mornings. But hear me now – I ain’t complaining about the bad view. Because not only did I not pay for a good view, I didn’t pay for the bunk beds and day bed that we were enjoying in our deluxe room. No matter the view, it was still a sweet upgrade.
So DH and I finished our coffee, got quick showers and woke the kids up. They dressed in split second time, put on the cool binoculars the LaLas had sent in their gift basket – because you never know when you might need binoculars at Magic Kingdom – and we were out the door.
We had an ADR at Crystal Palace at 8:05. So I figured that getting down to the bus stop at 7:20-7:25 would be perfect timing.
We had The Back Pack filled and strapped on, and DH was in possession of four Annual Passes. (That still makes me smile – four Annual Passes.) We walked down to the Magic Kingdom bus stop and waited. There was a really nice older couple there with their granddaughter. They struck up a conversation with us by asking my kids if we were having breakfast with Mickey.
And here is where the morning took a dramatic turn.
Here is where things go South. Really South. So far South that we might be in Cuba and not Orlando.
I thought to myself, “No, we aren’t going to breakfast with Mickey. We’re going to eat with Pooh and friends. But why correct him on the details? He might think Crystal Palace IS breakfast with Mickey. And why would I get in a conversation over details with someone who knows less than me about Disney? It will just frustrate me to hear some rookie try and tell me about things I already know. Or worse, fill me in on some incorrect fact. Like they are now offering Cinderella’s castle as one of the deluxe resorts. (Yes, I’ve heard this.) Nope, I’ll just keep the details to myself. It’s easier that way.”
So I smiled sweetly to him and said “Yes, we are heading to breakfast.” Notice I didn’t confirm breakfast with Mickey. Nor did I explain it was actually breakfast with Pooh. Which would be different from breakfast with Mickey. And even Cinderella. Because at least breakfast with Cinderella and Pooh are actually in the Magic Kingdom. Yes, just “we are heading to breakfast” will suffice. That’s all he needs to know.
So we talk a little. And we wait. And I begin to get frustrated because its 7:40, and two buses each for Epcot and Animal Kingdom have come by, as well as a bus to MGM. But NO bus to Magic Kingdom. I’m beginning to sweat. And I’m beginning to stress. Unless a bus pulls up RIGHT NOW, we will not make Crystal Palace at 8:05. Which in and of itself, is not a big deal. But if we are 15 minutes late for our ADR, there is no way to eat, meet the characters, finish up and pay, and STILL make it to the Tomorrowland rope drop before the peons waiting at the turnstiles are let in.
This isn’t some low-attended Tuesday in February. This is Black Friday in the Magic Kingdom. I’ve heard it will be brutal. But manageable if you make rope drop.
Finally, a bus is heard in the distance. All four NM’s – plus the couple and their granddaughter – strain their eyes to see what is lit up as the destination of the bus. It comes rolling into view and screams a mocking “MGM STUDIOS” at the little group desperately hoping to see “MAGIC KINGDOM” in its window.
The bus pulls into the MGM stop and waits. Because there is no one waiting to go to MGM, it continues to wait. And this makes Mr. NM really irritated. Why would there be two buses for each of the three parks that we aren’t going to, when there has been no bus for the park we need? Especially when there isn’t even anyone even at the bus stop for MGM?
So he walks over to the MGM bus to get the skinny. He inquires as to whether the buses have routes that they follow, or if they are dispatched from place to place. They are dispatched. So he wonders if the MGM bus can now be dispatched to the Magic Kingdom. Since clearly no one is here to go to MGM. Nope. Can’t change the dispatch instructions. Although the bus driver agrees with Mr. NM that something has gone wrong if we haven’t seen a bus to the MK yet.
It is now 7:50. I’m not a math genius, but I can figure out this equation. Time on bus to MK + time to walk through turnstiles + time to arrive and check-in at Crystal Palace + time to eat and pay at Crystal Palace = WAAAAY past 9:00. That ain’t gonna fly. And that’s if the bus was here right now. Which it’s not. So that puts NM in a mood. A really bad one. Yeah, I’ll admit it. I was ticked off and miserable to be around. I was mad at the stupid bus system and I was mad that the entire day might be ruined because of it.
About that time, another bus is heard in the distance. We all strain again, and before long we see it. MAGIC KINGDOM. It rolls to a stop, and we all get on and spread out in the empty bus. Time is ticking and this bus can’t get us there fast enough. But it’s the best we’ve got, so let’s just hope he’s at least a fast driver. We see the nice little grandfather who’s going to breakfast with Mickey say something to the bus driver. We see the bus driver nod his head “yes”.
And as the man walks back toward us, he gives us the double thumbs-up sign with an "oh yeah" head nod.
What he says next, literally tested every fiber of self-control within my being.
“I asked the driver if he could make a detour at the Contemporary before he goes to the Magic Kingdom. Since we’re all going to breakfast with Mickey.”
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
We can’t afford that extra five minutes!!! Why did you ask him to do that? How selfish and RUDE!!
Oh.
I get it.
You asked him to do that because you thought we were having breakfast with Mickey, too.
Who’s the rookie now?
Yeah. That would be me.
So I smile again and sweetly say “Oh, thank you, but we aren’t going to the Contemporary, we are actually going to the breakfast with Pooh.”
He apologizes profusely, yet doesn’t ask the bus driver to forget the Contemporary and stick with the assigned route. Which would be straight to the Magic Kingdom with no stopping. I sat quietly and stewed.
When we FINALLY reached the Magic Kingdom, AFTER a detour to the Contemporary, DH sent me to run ahead and check in at the Crystal Palace. For those of you interested in the time at this point in the fiasco, it is now 8:20.
I am ashamed to admit that I was in a horrible, horrible mood. I had become so involved in the timing of the morning, that the last 45 minutes had been a disaster. I was crabby, stressed and definitely not feelin’ the Magic. When I finally arrived at the check-in podium for Crystal Palace, I explained my predicament to the hostess. I’m sure she had heard every excuse in the book, and I don’t blame her for not showing me the love. I was looking at a minimum 10 minute wait. And it sent me over the edge. I actually teared up as DH and the kids came up. “This is not how this was supposed to go. There is no way we’ll get in and eat and make it to the Tomorrowland rope drop before 9:00.” DH, very unfamiliar with stressed-out-and-in-tears NM, suggested just bailing on the breakfast. For reasons that escape me, I did not like that idea. It seems like common sense, now, but at the time, it didn’t fly.
Maybe the kids were dying to see the characters. Maybe they were really, really hungry.
Or maybe I was still determined that despite the huge odds against us, I was, by golly, eating breakfast at Crystal Palace and STILL making the rope drop.
Cue the “Hallelujah Chorus” and bright sunshine and smiling faces.
“NM’S? Party of four?”
Well, hot diggity dog! Our table is ready!
The next 40 minutes was the workings of a well-oiled Disney machine. We were shown to our table, and DH took the kids to the buffet to get their plates before our waitress came by to take drink orders. Yeah, we’ve been here before. We don’t need instructions. Or permission, evidently.
I waited at the table and told the waitress when she arrived that we had some issues with the bus and were running late. We really wanted to be in and out by a little before 9:00. I placed our juice and coffee orders and asked if she could go ahead and bring the check.
We ate breakfast, and visited with Tigger and Pooh. We missed out on Piglet and Eeyore, but didn’t mind, and were out the door in 30 minutes.
We strolled over to the Tomorrowland rope drop, with time to pose the kids for picture in front of castle. And time to take a picture of just the castle. Because it’s worthy.
We pulled up to the rope and went over the plan. Girls to Space Mountain for a Fast Pass and a ride, boys to the Astro Orbiters so my little man can pretend he’s flying. And don’t forget the Child Swap at Space Mountain. Check, check and double check.
At 9:00, the CM’s carried the rope almost all the way to Space Mountain. My daughter and I were literally one of the first people on the ride, and the guys rode the Astro Orbiters two times in a row because no one else was waiting. Whew, all of that stress and everything was now OK. NM – Chill out, already!
You see, you can go to Disney world in late January and February and have no plan. You can go in late August and September with no plan, too. But you had best not go on Thanksgiving weekend with no plan. And expect to ride any rides, anyway.
The rest of the morning was great. Except for the little snafu when Toontown opened. I sent the kids running ahead into the Barnstormer queue so they could ride in the same train as Goofy while I parked the stroller. Only to find out that kids can’t board the Barnstormer without a parent if they are 8 and 4. Who knew? I did, after I saw my kids get denied by the CM at the loading area, who did not bother to look five feet away where I was saying “they belong to me!”
We had a fun morning at the Magic Kingdom. We rode lots of rides, puttered around Toontown, and gathered fastpasses for when we returned that evening.
We talked the kids into leaving about lunchtime with the promise of an afternoon swim at the AKL.
As we were leaving, I turned to take this pic. I couldn’t believe the amounts of people that were pouring into the park at lunchtime.
I guess the saying is still true. The Early Bird really does catch the worm.
Or at least bacon at the Crystal Palace and the first ride on Space Mountain.
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