2vets
Addicted since 1971
- Joined
- Dec 28, 2001
- Messages
- 2,202
Well, we don't leave until Fri am, but hell, I can't work anyways, so I have started my trip report with crucial background info. I will be back on Monday to fill you all in!!
Pre-trip and background
WARNING this trip report could be offensive to people who: are from England, dont like drinking, drive trucks on Rte 128 outside of Boston, are lawyers, ever dated my little sister, are high-maintenance princesses, refuse to budge from a short-term financial plan to take a trip, wear a lot of camouflage clothing and probably more will add to list later
Introductions all around:
Me 36. Science geek. Grew up in North FL, have been to Disney more times than I can count. Now live in the greater Boston area. I love Disney, obsess about it pre-trip via this board, and every once in a while get the financially irresponsible wild hair that incites me to book a 3-5-day trip down. I am also a breast cancer survivor of 3 years. (It will be official on March 13. My cancer story? I went to Disney during treatment, bald head and all, and I got a GREAT picture with Mickeys hand right smack on the top of my bald head my #1 goal for this trip is to get an after pic with Mickeys hand on top of my head out of which is now growing my shoulder length hair.) I am child-free, but we have two big and slobbery dogs, and I think that counts, dont you? I like all rides and will eat and drink pretty much anything except bananas, yucky its a texture thing.
DH 33. Recently chucked his job to go back to school. English born and bred, moved to Canada for a few years in 00, then moved to the US. Is a liker of Disney, especially the UK pub in Epcot (go figure). Has been to DLP once and WDW once, the latter was when I dragged him along for a work conference in 04. Has also been to Universal twice, but doesnt really get the difference between Universal and Disney, which leads to annoying questions like, Are we going to ride the Hulk coaster? and Im going to kick your butt on Men in Black. Is a fan of the big, the scary, the fast and if something does not meet his royal standard of bigness, scariness, or fastness, he will often deem it pants (meaning not so good, if not downright pathetic). My wonderful husband has a bit of a crabby streak, and sometimes this manifests itself as a statement like, Americans are so _____ note that the blank is usually filled in with something vague that can be applied to those of many nationalities, including his own. In retaliation, I enjoy one of two things (1) identifying all the English in the crowd by spotting football shirts and pale blue skin (apologies) and (2) calling him Green Card to remind him what side his bread is buttered on.
[Sample conversation DH -Why do Americans feel the need to drive so obnoxiously?
Me Well, there, Green Card, having experienced a wee drive on the M25 outside of London, I think one might surmise that it originated in THE MOTHER COUNTRY!!!!!]
DH has big shoulders and a shaved head. Until you speak to him he looks like one of two things: (1) English football hooligan (if you hear the accent) or (2) skinhead (if you dont). He is neither. Rather, he is very sweet washes the dishes, cleans the guest bathroom, makes my lunch for me every day, hugs me on the couch, and on occasion deigns to watch chick flicks with minimal sarcastic commentary.
( Background - DH and I have been married 2 years, met on a plane shortly after I finished treatment for the evil cancer. When I had ½ inch of hair. (For the aaahhh factor he actually said that he saw me in the gate and thought I was beautiful. See? Hes got good taste!!) We lived on opposite sides of the country and managed to keep it together after a year, totally on a whim, we flew up to Las Vegas for a few hours and got married on the plane the whole time, it was like, Are you sure about this? I dunno, are YOU sure about this I dunno either No, Elvis didnt marry us. Shortly thereafter, he moved out to me and its been 2 years! He is the best thing that ever happened to me I am lucky, lucky, lucky.)
DS 33. My baby sister. A lawyer. Lives in Fl. Now, she is one of the funniest and intermittently uninhibited crazy people you will ever meet. Paradoxically, she is a princess. A big ol high-maintenance one. But not usually at WDW. She does have the unfortunate (but one might say career-consistent) gift of exaggeration. For instance, if I have several beers while walking around Epcot and get giggly, it might leak back to a third family member that I have a drinking problem. (To me or you, that problem might only have been that the big beers in Germany are $10 apiece, and we can only handle so many digits on the bill when we check out of the hotel. I dont know what the hell shes thinking. But shes my sister, so I deal with it.) She is currently between boyfriends but she is quite pretty and usually has some poor slob whipped into submission, willing to deal with her characteristic lightning-fast mood changes and hyperbolic tale-telling.
So. One morning in January, my husband woke up, rolled over and looked me straight in the eyes, and said (in a very uncharacteristic, Mickey-esque voice and not in any way big, scary, or fast), Up and at em.
That was all it took. I booked a weekend at Disney in a 1-bedroom BWV (keeping in mind my sister would want to come with us) so we can be together but not TOGETHER, as I think there could be a fistfight after 48 hours in the same hotel room. Ridiculous financial decision? Perhaps. Scrimping and saving and reworking the budget? You betcha. But here is what I have learned (SOAPBOX ALERT) life is short, and you just cannot worry about every little thing. What happens if I get squished by a truck on 128 next week (anyone from the greater Boston area knows that this is a very real threat to any driver) and I didnt take this weekend trip??? So in my humble opinion, if you want to blow some cash heading to Disney or wherever for an ill-advised long weekend, and you can logically find a way to do it without burying yourself in debt, GO. Carpe diem, baby.
My little sis birthday is the following week, so I told her if she wanted to come and join us, Id spot her the hotel and her Fl resident pass, so she was in like Flynn.
Pre-trip and background
WARNING this trip report could be offensive to people who: are from England, dont like drinking, drive trucks on Rte 128 outside of Boston, are lawyers, ever dated my little sister, are high-maintenance princesses, refuse to budge from a short-term financial plan to take a trip, wear a lot of camouflage clothing and probably more will add to list later
Introductions all around:
Me 36. Science geek. Grew up in North FL, have been to Disney more times than I can count. Now live in the greater Boston area. I love Disney, obsess about it pre-trip via this board, and every once in a while get the financially irresponsible wild hair that incites me to book a 3-5-day trip down. I am also a breast cancer survivor of 3 years. (It will be official on March 13. My cancer story? I went to Disney during treatment, bald head and all, and I got a GREAT picture with Mickeys hand right smack on the top of my bald head my #1 goal for this trip is to get an after pic with Mickeys hand on top of my head out of which is now growing my shoulder length hair.) I am child-free, but we have two big and slobbery dogs, and I think that counts, dont you? I like all rides and will eat and drink pretty much anything except bananas, yucky its a texture thing.
DH 33. Recently chucked his job to go back to school. English born and bred, moved to Canada for a few years in 00, then moved to the US. Is a liker of Disney, especially the UK pub in Epcot (go figure). Has been to DLP once and WDW once, the latter was when I dragged him along for a work conference in 04. Has also been to Universal twice, but doesnt really get the difference between Universal and Disney, which leads to annoying questions like, Are we going to ride the Hulk coaster? and Im going to kick your butt on Men in Black. Is a fan of the big, the scary, the fast and if something does not meet his royal standard of bigness, scariness, or fastness, he will often deem it pants (meaning not so good, if not downright pathetic). My wonderful husband has a bit of a crabby streak, and sometimes this manifests itself as a statement like, Americans are so _____ note that the blank is usually filled in with something vague that can be applied to those of many nationalities, including his own. In retaliation, I enjoy one of two things (1) identifying all the English in the crowd by spotting football shirts and pale blue skin (apologies) and (2) calling him Green Card to remind him what side his bread is buttered on.
[Sample conversation DH -Why do Americans feel the need to drive so obnoxiously?
Me Well, there, Green Card, having experienced a wee drive on the M25 outside of London, I think one might surmise that it originated in THE MOTHER COUNTRY!!!!!]
DH has big shoulders and a shaved head. Until you speak to him he looks like one of two things: (1) English football hooligan (if you hear the accent) or (2) skinhead (if you dont). He is neither. Rather, he is very sweet washes the dishes, cleans the guest bathroom, makes my lunch for me every day, hugs me on the couch, and on occasion deigns to watch chick flicks with minimal sarcastic commentary.
( Background - DH and I have been married 2 years, met on a plane shortly after I finished treatment for the evil cancer. When I had ½ inch of hair. (For the aaahhh factor he actually said that he saw me in the gate and thought I was beautiful. See? Hes got good taste!!) We lived on opposite sides of the country and managed to keep it together after a year, totally on a whim, we flew up to Las Vegas for a few hours and got married on the plane the whole time, it was like, Are you sure about this? I dunno, are YOU sure about this I dunno either No, Elvis didnt marry us. Shortly thereafter, he moved out to me and its been 2 years! He is the best thing that ever happened to me I am lucky, lucky, lucky.)
DS 33. My baby sister. A lawyer. Lives in Fl. Now, she is one of the funniest and intermittently uninhibited crazy people you will ever meet. Paradoxically, she is a princess. A big ol high-maintenance one. But not usually at WDW. She does have the unfortunate (but one might say career-consistent) gift of exaggeration. For instance, if I have several beers while walking around Epcot and get giggly, it might leak back to a third family member that I have a drinking problem. (To me or you, that problem might only have been that the big beers in Germany are $10 apiece, and we can only handle so many digits on the bill when we check out of the hotel. I dont know what the hell shes thinking. But shes my sister, so I deal with it.) She is currently between boyfriends but she is quite pretty and usually has some poor slob whipped into submission, willing to deal with her characteristic lightning-fast mood changes and hyperbolic tale-telling.
So. One morning in January, my husband woke up, rolled over and looked me straight in the eyes, and said (in a very uncharacteristic, Mickey-esque voice and not in any way big, scary, or fast), Up and at em.
That was all it took. I booked a weekend at Disney in a 1-bedroom BWV (keeping in mind my sister would want to come with us) so we can be together but not TOGETHER, as I think there could be a fistfight after 48 hours in the same hotel room. Ridiculous financial decision? Perhaps. Scrimping and saving and reworking the budget? You betcha. But here is what I have learned (SOAPBOX ALERT) life is short, and you just cannot worry about every little thing. What happens if I get squished by a truck on 128 next week (anyone from the greater Boston area knows that this is a very real threat to any driver) and I didnt take this weekend trip??? So in my humble opinion, if you want to blow some cash heading to Disney or wherever for an ill-advised long weekend, and you can logically find a way to do it without burying yourself in debt, GO. Carpe diem, baby.
My little sis birthday is the following week, so I told her if she wanted to come and join us, Id spot her the hotel and her Fl resident pass, so she was in like Flynn.
Ohhhh, we are gonna play this !!! 
Subscribing so I can Keep up.
