Kindermouse
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Day 2.3: A Ticket, a Ticket, My Kingdom for a Ticket
Sorry no photos this afternoon. Things didn't go well.
We made the jaunt back to the park and back through security-this time they didn’t make us go through the metal detectors even though everyone had had to go through them in the morning. It didn’t take too long to get back in the park from the hotel but it did take just over under 20 minutes. We were back in Tomorrowland when I stopped to get the Jedi training ticket out of my lanyard.
And here is where our plans went sideway…again. Remember my good intentions of emptying out my lanyard of anything unnecessary and tossing out the receipts-well I had apparently tossed our Jedi training ticket out with the garbage. It was in our room in the waste bin-and now it would take nearly a half hour to walk back to hotel get it and get back. Except we didn’t have enough time to go get it. I walked up to the Jedi training podium and I explained my kerfuffle and asked if there was anything we could do about it. “Oh gee I wish we could but the rules are that you need your ticket. “ I get that but I surely couldn’t be the only idiot to lose my ticket, there must be some recourse.”” Did you taken a picture of it on your phone maybe”…”No”. well then I’m sorry but you can’t participate. You can watch the show”. Seriously this is not an idea any parent would come up with. I can just imagine it -sure junior, you have been waiting to be in the show all day-the show we have been talking about and watching YouTube videos of for weeks- but now you can’t do it so you should sit by and watch all the other kids with better and less flakey adults get to do all the things you can’t do. And I could just picture the tears and tantrum that would ensue. No thanks-we will try again another day.
I am not going to lie, I was frustrated now. I knew it wasn’t the girls fault and that rules are rules. My frustration was with the system and that it was set up so sloppily that though we have to be at rope drop to participate and stand in line for over half an hour the whole thing can still go to pieces because the current system was tied to 3 inch slips of paper. And with no recourse when said slips of paper inevitably get forgotten or lost or destroyed (we are talking about small papers given to children in a theme park here). Why don’t they take down people’s names or swipe their ticket or AP for participation to avoid this very moment. The fact that they don’t bother was what really sucked. We had a tight schedule for the next 3 days and it was all going to hell in handbasket over a 3-inch piece of paper. But my hands were tied.
Well what are we gonna do now, sweet little nephew-your choice. Well of course he wanted to go on Autopia again. Sure and you get to drive! We went on to the ride that only had a 15-minute wait. When we got to the stair I was trying to explain to the CM there about who was sitting with whom when she asked my nephew how old he was. “oh I’m 9, so I can go by myself” he said. I was about to correct him when the CM told him to line up at number 5. I knew he was too short by half an inch, and I knew I should say something but…I decided to let it slide this one time. Everyone was SO EXCITED. Everyone who wanted to drive would get to drive! We all loaded into our cars with my son in the lead, my nephew in the middle and my niece driving with me in shotgun as the last car in that set. My nephew was also very excited about the color of his car. “It’s black which is my favorite car color. Yes!” he shouted to us. I’ll take the wins where ever I can get them.
Well I learned a valuable lesson that day about why we don’t want short kids to drive alone on Autopia. He had a rough time holding down the peddle and he kept stopping his car along the track. My niece and I had a nice snicker about how buba would most certainly not be driving again anytime soon and…in the end it didn’t matter a but since even moving down the track at a snail’s pace with several stops we still sat in autopian gridlock at the end of the ride.
Then we headed over and got a return time for nemo subs since the wait was once again long (40 minutes) and my niece still had yet to ride them since they had all burned out too early the day before.
Our FP time for Indy was ready! Yippy so we walked on over. But it was down. Boo. So we walked back to just wait for the subs. At that moment I realized that we were traversing the park too much but I wasn't sure what to do about it. The kids started asking for snack but I told them to hold off until dinner. We would eat in an hour or so, not to worry I told my niece to drink some water while we waited in case she was actually thirsty more than she was hungry since it was only 5:00 and none of us are 80 years old. We waited our time then we got on a sub.
Just as the hatch closed I and our sub departed I heard the words every parent dreads when sealing into an underwater ride that you cant get off no matter how much you need to-Auntie Jess I need to go pee. Nowhere in the world is it harder to hold ones bladder than in a submarine while watching liquids languish along, lapping against one window. You have got to be kidding me. “Let me hold your hand, I’ll squeeze it so I don’t go pee” she said. Well we had no other choice now did we. It was the longest sub ride of my life, wondering if she would pee on the seat of the nemo sub. Thankfully squeezing someone’s hand must help with both labor and holding ones tiny bladder because we made it. We zipped over to the nearest bathroom just in the nick of time. Then we walked back to ride Indy which was now up. But as we got that way everybody started complaining that they were starving. No worries, the Golden Horseshoe was not far away. Everyone had looked over the menu during our rest break and picked what they wanted to eat. I was a bit excited since I had never eaten here before. They also had chili cheese fries which were gluten free and free from citrus, soy, tree nuts and peanuts.
We walked in and as I walked to the counter I realized the place was very empty, and the only things the few people who were here were eating was ice cream. As I approached the counter I noticed that the menu board behind the CM’s only had ice cream on it. “Can I order dinner here” I asked in a tentative voice. “No our kitchen is down for refurbishment” the Cm said. What? The app and the parks blog only mentioned the stage door café being closed. Apparently they share a kitchen. No hot food. No Bueno.
I told the kids the bad news. “but were starving!” they complained. It’s fine I explained we would just pull out the app-you know the app that had let me down twice already today, and we would look at menus and pick another place. Of course at that moment they were hungry, tired and getting grumpier by the minute. That meant that everyone hated everything. That meant that no one could agree. I had to be decisive and just choose for everyone or we would still be sitting there at midnight.
“Everyone here eats bean and cheese burritos, right”. “Yes” they all agreed. “But I can’t eat wheat!” the little one started to whine. “I will get you a burrito made with a corn tortilla so help me” I vowed. So we headed to Rancho Del Zocallo and I had My son and my niece grab a table since I could see by the look on her face that we were minutes from a tear factory. My nephew helped me grab the food.
3 kid meals with bean and cheese burritos with 1 burrito made from corn tortilla. The workers (and I won’t call them chefs because these were line workers here in plastic gloves) did make me 3 tiny bean burritos on tiny corn tortillas for my niece and got a chicken burrito meal. I could tell by looking at the tiny kids meals that the boys wouldn’t be satisfied with this in the slightest. This was a tiny meal and the side was plain unseasoned brown rice. Whatever, my burrito was huge so I would share with the boys. When we got to the table my niece was in fact crying. She missed her dog. Her dog that died 2 years ago. Yep it time eat and call it a day. The boys did eat their food and quite a bit of mine. Whatever, I wasn’t really hungry and we had food in the room.
The food did seem to renew the troops however so we decided to ride Indy after all. However, when we got to the ride the girl at the front remeasured my niece and she now was too short to ride. This has been boggling my mind since it happened and I think I now know what happened to make this issue come about. When we measured her that morning she was in her tennis shoes but now this afternoon she was in flip flop. She was now a hair shy. I watched faces fall. No we would do rider swap and make the best out of this. Geez how could so many things go awry in one evening?
We did rider swap but the little one felt gypped. She wanted a ride. We were next to the jungle cruise and it only had a 10 minute wait. None of us had ever ridden it in the dark before. So we went on it. It was cool in the dark, but our skipper was a bit of a fast talker so it was hard to catch the jokes. We all noticed that she didn’t fire her gun. Apparently they don’t fire their guns at night? It was still fun and my niece and nephew forgot about the piranhas and since they couldn’t see them at first in the dark they jumped out of their skins when they started churning the murky waters of the Nile-or whatever river we were supposedly in at that point. It was hilarious.
We decided to call it a day and we walked back to the hotel. Not the very best day of our trip, but not a horrible steaming pile or disaster either. And we had 3 more days to accomplish the things we failed in today. Everyone needed a bath a movie, and bed by 9:30.
We had a lot to do the next day including Mickey’s Halloween party and my special birthday lunch that I really wanted to be perfect but with so many things going wrong so far did my special lunch stand a chance?
Sorry no photos this afternoon. Things didn't go well.
We made the jaunt back to the park and back through security-this time they didn’t make us go through the metal detectors even though everyone had had to go through them in the morning. It didn’t take too long to get back in the park from the hotel but it did take just over under 20 minutes. We were back in Tomorrowland when I stopped to get the Jedi training ticket out of my lanyard.
And here is where our plans went sideway…again. Remember my good intentions of emptying out my lanyard of anything unnecessary and tossing out the receipts-well I had apparently tossed our Jedi training ticket out with the garbage. It was in our room in the waste bin-and now it would take nearly a half hour to walk back to hotel get it and get back. Except we didn’t have enough time to go get it. I walked up to the Jedi training podium and I explained my kerfuffle and asked if there was anything we could do about it. “Oh gee I wish we could but the rules are that you need your ticket. “ I get that but I surely couldn’t be the only idiot to lose my ticket, there must be some recourse.”” Did you taken a picture of it on your phone maybe”…”No”. well then I’m sorry but you can’t participate. You can watch the show”. Seriously this is not an idea any parent would come up with. I can just imagine it -sure junior, you have been waiting to be in the show all day-the show we have been talking about and watching YouTube videos of for weeks- but now you can’t do it so you should sit by and watch all the other kids with better and less flakey adults get to do all the things you can’t do. And I could just picture the tears and tantrum that would ensue. No thanks-we will try again another day.
I am not going to lie, I was frustrated now. I knew it wasn’t the girls fault and that rules are rules. My frustration was with the system and that it was set up so sloppily that though we have to be at rope drop to participate and stand in line for over half an hour the whole thing can still go to pieces because the current system was tied to 3 inch slips of paper. And with no recourse when said slips of paper inevitably get forgotten or lost or destroyed (we are talking about small papers given to children in a theme park here). Why don’t they take down people’s names or swipe their ticket or AP for participation to avoid this very moment. The fact that they don’t bother was what really sucked. We had a tight schedule for the next 3 days and it was all going to hell in handbasket over a 3-inch piece of paper. But my hands were tied.
Well what are we gonna do now, sweet little nephew-your choice. Well of course he wanted to go on Autopia again. Sure and you get to drive! We went on to the ride that only had a 15-minute wait. When we got to the stair I was trying to explain to the CM there about who was sitting with whom when she asked my nephew how old he was. “oh I’m 9, so I can go by myself” he said. I was about to correct him when the CM told him to line up at number 5. I knew he was too short by half an inch, and I knew I should say something but…I decided to let it slide this one time. Everyone was SO EXCITED. Everyone who wanted to drive would get to drive! We all loaded into our cars with my son in the lead, my nephew in the middle and my niece driving with me in shotgun as the last car in that set. My nephew was also very excited about the color of his car. “It’s black which is my favorite car color. Yes!” he shouted to us. I’ll take the wins where ever I can get them.
Well I learned a valuable lesson that day about why we don’t want short kids to drive alone on Autopia. He had a rough time holding down the peddle and he kept stopping his car along the track. My niece and I had a nice snicker about how buba would most certainly not be driving again anytime soon and…in the end it didn’t matter a but since even moving down the track at a snail’s pace with several stops we still sat in autopian gridlock at the end of the ride.
Then we headed over and got a return time for nemo subs since the wait was once again long (40 minutes) and my niece still had yet to ride them since they had all burned out too early the day before.
Our FP time for Indy was ready! Yippy so we walked on over. But it was down. Boo. So we walked back to just wait for the subs. At that moment I realized that we were traversing the park too much but I wasn't sure what to do about it. The kids started asking for snack but I told them to hold off until dinner. We would eat in an hour or so, not to worry I told my niece to drink some water while we waited in case she was actually thirsty more than she was hungry since it was only 5:00 and none of us are 80 years old. We waited our time then we got on a sub.
Just as the hatch closed I and our sub departed I heard the words every parent dreads when sealing into an underwater ride that you cant get off no matter how much you need to-Auntie Jess I need to go pee. Nowhere in the world is it harder to hold ones bladder than in a submarine while watching liquids languish along, lapping against one window. You have got to be kidding me. “Let me hold your hand, I’ll squeeze it so I don’t go pee” she said. Well we had no other choice now did we. It was the longest sub ride of my life, wondering if she would pee on the seat of the nemo sub. Thankfully squeezing someone’s hand must help with both labor and holding ones tiny bladder because we made it. We zipped over to the nearest bathroom just in the nick of time. Then we walked back to ride Indy which was now up. But as we got that way everybody started complaining that they were starving. No worries, the Golden Horseshoe was not far away. Everyone had looked over the menu during our rest break and picked what they wanted to eat. I was a bit excited since I had never eaten here before. They also had chili cheese fries which were gluten free and free from citrus, soy, tree nuts and peanuts.
We walked in and as I walked to the counter I realized the place was very empty, and the only things the few people who were here were eating was ice cream. As I approached the counter I noticed that the menu board behind the CM’s only had ice cream on it. “Can I order dinner here” I asked in a tentative voice. “No our kitchen is down for refurbishment” the Cm said. What? The app and the parks blog only mentioned the stage door café being closed. Apparently they share a kitchen. No hot food. No Bueno.
I told the kids the bad news. “but were starving!” they complained. It’s fine I explained we would just pull out the app-you know the app that had let me down twice already today, and we would look at menus and pick another place. Of course at that moment they were hungry, tired and getting grumpier by the minute. That meant that everyone hated everything. That meant that no one could agree. I had to be decisive and just choose for everyone or we would still be sitting there at midnight.
“Everyone here eats bean and cheese burritos, right”. “Yes” they all agreed. “But I can’t eat wheat!” the little one started to whine. “I will get you a burrito made with a corn tortilla so help me” I vowed. So we headed to Rancho Del Zocallo and I had My son and my niece grab a table since I could see by the look on her face that we were minutes from a tear factory. My nephew helped me grab the food.
3 kid meals with bean and cheese burritos with 1 burrito made from corn tortilla. The workers (and I won’t call them chefs because these were line workers here in plastic gloves) did make me 3 tiny bean burritos on tiny corn tortillas for my niece and got a chicken burrito meal. I could tell by looking at the tiny kids meals that the boys wouldn’t be satisfied with this in the slightest. This was a tiny meal and the side was plain unseasoned brown rice. Whatever, my burrito was huge so I would share with the boys. When we got to the table my niece was in fact crying. She missed her dog. Her dog that died 2 years ago. Yep it time eat and call it a day. The boys did eat their food and quite a bit of mine. Whatever, I wasn’t really hungry and we had food in the room.
The food did seem to renew the troops however so we decided to ride Indy after all. However, when we got to the ride the girl at the front remeasured my niece and she now was too short to ride. This has been boggling my mind since it happened and I think I now know what happened to make this issue come about. When we measured her that morning she was in her tennis shoes but now this afternoon she was in flip flop. She was now a hair shy. I watched faces fall. No we would do rider swap and make the best out of this. Geez how could so many things go awry in one evening?
We did rider swap but the little one felt gypped. She wanted a ride. We were next to the jungle cruise and it only had a 10 minute wait. None of us had ever ridden it in the dark before. So we went on it. It was cool in the dark, but our skipper was a bit of a fast talker so it was hard to catch the jokes. We all noticed that she didn’t fire her gun. Apparently they don’t fire their guns at night? It was still fun and my niece and nephew forgot about the piranhas and since they couldn’t see them at first in the dark they jumped out of their skins when they started churning the murky waters of the Nile-or whatever river we were supposedly in at that point. It was hilarious.
We decided to call it a day and we walked back to the hotel. Not the very best day of our trip, but not a horrible steaming pile or disaster either. And we had 3 more days to accomplish the things we failed in today. Everyone needed a bath a movie, and bed by 9:30.
We had a lot to do the next day including Mickey’s Halloween party and my special birthday lunch that I really wanted to be perfect but with so many things going wrong so far did my special lunch stand a chance?
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