2vets
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'Kay, so...we're back and exhausted!!! Has anyone else noticed that once you've been at Disney for a few days, your calves are a MESS???? Ouch. Of course, given the stupendous eating I did the last few days, I got up early this morning (despite better judgement) and exercised. Again, ouch.
So, we had checked into our flight online and had our boarding passes and everything. And we even got to the airport 1 1/2 hours before our 8 am flight left. But if anyone here was in the A terminal at Logan on Friday morning, you know that there was a security "issue." As in, half the machines were down. It was pretty much like being at the World on July 4. Utter chaos and a line winding around to Mongolia. We went to the end of the line. Apparently, we were some of the only people who felt as if we should wait our turn...and it was VERY angering!! seriously, we watched about 50 people "blend" into the line ahead of us when we'd already been waiting 15 or 20 minutes.
Maybe this will sound mean...and maybe I should relax a bit more. But you know what? Linecutters REALLY peeve me off!! Frigging wait your turn! The guy and wife that cut close enough to us for me to comment to were additionally angering because he cut in (he was your standard New England, "I'm more important than you, and I'm entitled." If you live up here, you are totally familiar with this.) with his exhausted-looking wife, then he had the nerve to look around and make a bunch of nasty comments about how slow the line was moving (and how "long" it was). I smiled sweetly and said, "Wow. You really would have been upset if you had waited in the whole line, then." He ignored me. His wife looked embarrassed. My husband looked embarrased. I smiled sweetly. I felt better. I felt good enough to begin the camo game, and I racked up about 5 points in line.
I know, a little rhymes-w/-witchy on my part, but I am originally from North Florida (which IS the South). I do not deal well with rudeness and impatience - I cannot get used to it, and I don't understand how people learn to accept this as a way of life!!!
An assignment for all of you - everyone be nice to one person you don't know today. Let someone into traffic. Say good morning to a total stranger. See what happens!! It is addictive - sometimes it is not appreciated, but there are so many people out there whose day you will make better just by doing something small and simple. If nothing else, it is pretty fun to see people look at you like you are a total whacko. You can watch them inch away, while you are still all, "Hi, there!!! How are you this morning??? That's a lovely shirt you're wearing!"
OK, back to the point. The trip down was uneventful, actually somewhat entertaining, as the couple in front of us drank several margaritas (the flight left at 8 a.m.) all the way down. They also bought a margarita for their seatmate (see above paragraph). They were very fun - they were going on vacation for the whole week, lucky ducks. Oh, and we also had a bunch of motorcycle week guys and gals on our plane,which amped up the fun and a.m. alcohol intake even more - I've always wondered, when you wear leather chaps on a leather airplane seat, how does that work? Is it sticky? If I had had a margarita with the couple in front of us, I'd have an answer for all of you. But I held off. I know someone here knows the answer to this query, though, and I expect you to post a reply!
We landed. I turned on my cell phone. There were 3 messages from HMLPS (high-maintenance lawyer princess sister), who had been at the hotel for over an hour, excited to get to the parks. She was afraid the Boardwalk employees were going to call the cops on her if we didn't show up soon.
So, we practically ran through the gate to the tram, and when we got to the terminal, I'll admit it - we waltzed right past the ME line (we ARE important and entitled, after all, plus, we didn't want to spend the day bailing out my sister) and took a (gasp) CAB to the Boardwalk. We had booked ME, but we were impatient. And financially irresponsible...this becomes a theme, by the way.
DS2, the last-minute sister, was not coming in until late that afternoon, so we were ready to get started riding some stuff, drinking some beer, eating copious amounts of rice krispy goodness, and abusing our calves.
We checked in - our villa was actually ready at 11:45 am, which has never happened to me before - we had a balcony overlooking the pool and Leaping Horse Libations, which I think might have been an upgrade (we didn't book any particular view). This turned out to be very entertaining, because by day 2, we noticed that the same 4 guys were at that bar every time we looked down there. We started taking bets on what time they'd show up and leave, only it wasn't too difficult to come up with "bar opening to dusk" after day one. This isn't a negative commentary. I was actually sort of interested that these guys had managed to (1) drink for that many hours a day every day with no falling over, apparent hangover, or other negative backlash (2) escape whatever family/work obligations had brought them to the World in the first place and be free to sit at the bar all day every day. Impressive!
My sister and husband went over to the concierge desk to get our passes - and my sister promptly got hit on (subtly, but definitely) by one of the CMs there. After determining that the CM was wearing an uncool CM outfit (as opposed to the more cool CM outfits worn by the guys working, for example, BTMRR) and was therefore not suitable to become the next "poor slob", my sister said goodbye, and we went to stash our stuff while the CM stared longingly in my HMLPS's wake...looking stunned... The poor CM called our room later to see if we were "happy with everything"...you know, I don't know why just once, my sister can't think of her family members and date someone who could provide us with discount information and park passes....bad, inconsiderate sister....
OK, gotta do some work, but I'll try to get back to this in a bit...
So, we had checked into our flight online and had our boarding passes and everything. And we even got to the airport 1 1/2 hours before our 8 am flight left. But if anyone here was in the A terminal at Logan on Friday morning, you know that there was a security "issue." As in, half the machines were down. It was pretty much like being at the World on July 4. Utter chaos and a line winding around to Mongolia. We went to the end of the line. Apparently, we were some of the only people who felt as if we should wait our turn...and it was VERY angering!! seriously, we watched about 50 people "blend" into the line ahead of us when we'd already been waiting 15 or 20 minutes.
Maybe this will sound mean...and maybe I should relax a bit more. But you know what? Linecutters REALLY peeve me off!! Frigging wait your turn! The guy and wife that cut close enough to us for me to comment to were additionally angering because he cut in (he was your standard New England, "I'm more important than you, and I'm entitled." If you live up here, you are totally familiar with this.) with his exhausted-looking wife, then he had the nerve to look around and make a bunch of nasty comments about how slow the line was moving (and how "long" it was). I smiled sweetly and said, "Wow. You really would have been upset if you had waited in the whole line, then." He ignored me. His wife looked embarrassed. My husband looked embarrased. I smiled sweetly. I felt better. I felt good enough to begin the camo game, and I racked up about 5 points in line.
I know, a little rhymes-w/-witchy on my part, but I am originally from North Florida (which IS the South). I do not deal well with rudeness and impatience - I cannot get used to it, and I don't understand how people learn to accept this as a way of life!!!
An assignment for all of you - everyone be nice to one person you don't know today. Let someone into traffic. Say good morning to a total stranger. See what happens!! It is addictive - sometimes it is not appreciated, but there are so many people out there whose day you will make better just by doing something small and simple. If nothing else, it is pretty fun to see people look at you like you are a total whacko. You can watch them inch away, while you are still all, "Hi, there!!! How are you this morning??? That's a lovely shirt you're wearing!"
OK, back to the point. The trip down was uneventful, actually somewhat entertaining, as the couple in front of us drank several margaritas (the flight left at 8 a.m.) all the way down. They also bought a margarita for their seatmate (see above paragraph). They were very fun - they were going on vacation for the whole week, lucky ducks. Oh, and we also had a bunch of motorcycle week guys and gals on our plane,which amped up the fun and a.m. alcohol intake even more - I've always wondered, when you wear leather chaps on a leather airplane seat, how does that work? Is it sticky? If I had had a margarita with the couple in front of us, I'd have an answer for all of you. But I held off. I know someone here knows the answer to this query, though, and I expect you to post a reply!
We landed. I turned on my cell phone. There were 3 messages from HMLPS (high-maintenance lawyer princess sister), who had been at the hotel for over an hour, excited to get to the parks. She was afraid the Boardwalk employees were going to call the cops on her if we didn't show up soon.
So, we practically ran through the gate to the tram, and when we got to the terminal, I'll admit it - we waltzed right past the ME line (we ARE important and entitled, after all, plus, we didn't want to spend the day bailing out my sister) and took a (gasp) CAB to the Boardwalk. We had booked ME, but we were impatient. And financially irresponsible...this becomes a theme, by the way.
DS2, the last-minute sister, was not coming in until late that afternoon, so we were ready to get started riding some stuff, drinking some beer, eating copious amounts of rice krispy goodness, and abusing our calves.
We checked in - our villa was actually ready at 11:45 am, which has never happened to me before - we had a balcony overlooking the pool and Leaping Horse Libations, which I think might have been an upgrade (we didn't book any particular view). This turned out to be very entertaining, because by day 2, we noticed that the same 4 guys were at that bar every time we looked down there. We started taking bets on what time they'd show up and leave, only it wasn't too difficult to come up with "bar opening to dusk" after day one. This isn't a negative commentary. I was actually sort of interested that these guys had managed to (1) drink for that many hours a day every day with no falling over, apparent hangover, or other negative backlash (2) escape whatever family/work obligations had brought them to the World in the first place and be free to sit at the bar all day every day. Impressive!
My sister and husband went over to the concierge desk to get our passes - and my sister promptly got hit on (subtly, but definitely) by one of the CMs there. After determining that the CM was wearing an uncool CM outfit (as opposed to the more cool CM outfits worn by the guys working, for example, BTMRR) and was therefore not suitable to become the next "poor slob", my sister said goodbye, and we went to stash our stuff while the CM stared longingly in my HMLPS's wake...looking stunned... The poor CM called our room later to see if we were "happy with everything"...you know, I don't know why just once, my sister can't think of her family members and date someone who could provide us with discount information and park passes....bad, inconsiderate sister....
OK, gotta do some work, but I'll try to get back to this in a bit...
Bangor and Orlando were nice, normal and polite! 
) this rule to personnel at Logan. Ha!
