Chim Chiminy
stale marshmallows sting when they hit you
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Cast--Liz, Jason(DH), Neth(DS10), Brenne(DD4), mom(aka lala), dad(aka papa), Jimmie(DB32), Geoff(DB24), Brad(DBIL29), Rick(DBIL40)
Jason called the front desk and our 2 bedroom was ready, so we headed over. He didn't want to carry up the luggage, so he pulled the van around and let bell services take it. Bad choice. I took Brenne and headed up to our room.
Room 307, a two bedroom. It was so gorgeous. And huge. Housekeeping had done a good job with cleaning.
Everything is lovely, and I am very happy with our decision to buy into DVC.
I decide that while we are waiting for our luggage I will clean out the jacuzzi tub jet pumps. I fill the tub with water and press the button. Nothing happens. Press it again. Nothing. Brad looks at it. He presses all the knobs and buttons. Nothing. We call housekeeping.
Brad and Ricks room is not ready until after 5pm, so we do a lot of waiting. And there is a lot of confusion with bell services about our luggage. My parents get theirs fairly quickly. Once Brad and Rick are in their room, they get theirs quickly. But it takes us over two hours and four phone calls to get ours. By the time we get it, swim time is over and we have to head to the Hoop DeeDoo. My husband was extremely mad. He kept getting more and more sarcastic about what a great investment we have made.....
Brad and Rick have a lovely studio across the hall, by the way. And they get the pool view that I had requested! (That we didn't get!) But being such nice guys, they say I am welcome to come enjoy their pool view anytime I want.
It is nearing six, housekeeping hasn't come to fix the tub and we are heading out. I call to tell them they can come in our room to fix the tub although we will be out.
Mom and dad are having dinner at the Cape May Cafe for the clambake and the rest of us are heading for FT. Wilderness. We all pile in the van for the drive over. I again answer questions, try and explain how DVC works. I also answer some questions about what the Hoop Dee Doo is. Rick was not too eager for a fun country hoe down.... We park in the outpost parking lot and catch the bus to Pioneer Hall. Once there, I pick up our pre-paid tickets and we get in line to have a picture made. I think this may be my favorite picture of the trip. It turned out so nice.
Just a little waiting, and then the doors open and they start seating us. We have a great table. Second row back from the stage, and right in the flow of traffic of the performers. Table 22. Rick asks me how far in advance did I call in order to get such a great table! Our server comes around to get our drink orders: one root beer, one chocolate milk, one beer, four sangrias, one coke. The sangria isn't too bad, I'm not usually a wine drinker. Drinks are served in mason jars, Rick rolls his eyes. Next a cold metal bowl full of salad is set down, along with some fresh bread loaves. We all dig in.
While waiting for the show to start, somehow we all start picking on Brad. Jason teases him about his prom date, who happened to have a bit of a mustache. Then he says that Brad always liked facial hair, its just that now he prefers goatees. The joke being that Rick has a goatee....My own brothers don't find the conversation as amusing as the rest of us. See Brad and Rick, my wonderful BILs, are a couple.
The houselights dim, the piano music starts, and the Pioneer Hall Players enter from the back of the hall. This show is a rootin', tootin', down home good time, full of corny jokes, and audience participation. We all love it, even Rick, and I was nervous he wasn't going to like it. When they bring out the main course, they slam the buckets down on a few tables, and well....our table was one of them. In fact, one of the performers slammed a bucket of chicken down in front of Rick. The look on his face was priceless. We pass around all of the food, fried chicken, bbq ribs, baked beans, corn. The food is good here. Our server brings a pitcher of beer to Jas and a pitcher of sangria to the table. Throughout the show, the performers pay quite a bit of attention to our table and it is a lot of fun. During the song "They come from all over" my brothers were picked out. "Came from Texas, they were able. Keep your boots down off the table." There were a lot of whoops and hollers for the Texas folk.
For dessert, we have strawberry shortcake and I think we all leave happy. And full. I love this show, and plan on seeing it again.
I buy the kids each a Hoop Dee Doo pin for their lanyards and we go catch the bus. On the way back, an older woman boards with her two young grandchildren, and nobody offers her a seat, so I give her mine. She is very grateful.
We get to the van, and head back for the Beach Club. Back in the room, the tub still hasn't been fixed. I call once more. Most everyone else goes swimming, but Jason and I decide to unpack.
Within a few minutes an engineer is at the door to look at the tub. He can't get it working, so he calls his supervisor. He comes up and they dismantle the tub. Whoever used it before had jammed the button in so tight, they couldn't get it pried out. It took them a good twenty minutes to get it out. But then the connecting wires were knocked loose. It was 11:30 before the tub was working. The super was nice about it, he said he would certainly be anxious to use the jacuzzi too, if he were in our shoes.
So I finally cleaned out the tub.
We dropped into bed around midnight, knowing that we would not want to get up early.
Jason called the front desk and our 2 bedroom was ready, so we headed over. He didn't want to carry up the luggage, so he pulled the van around and let bell services take it. Bad choice. I took Brenne and headed up to our room.
Room 307, a two bedroom. It was so gorgeous. And huge. Housekeeping had done a good job with cleaning.
Everything is lovely, and I am very happy with our decision to buy into DVC.
I decide that while we are waiting for our luggage I will clean out the jacuzzi tub jet pumps. I fill the tub with water and press the button. Nothing happens. Press it again. Nothing. Brad looks at it. He presses all the knobs and buttons. Nothing. We call housekeeping.
Brad and Ricks room is not ready until after 5pm, so we do a lot of waiting. And there is a lot of confusion with bell services about our luggage. My parents get theirs fairly quickly. Once Brad and Rick are in their room, they get theirs quickly. But it takes us over two hours and four phone calls to get ours. By the time we get it, swim time is over and we have to head to the Hoop DeeDoo. My husband was extremely mad. He kept getting more and more sarcastic about what a great investment we have made.....
Brad and Rick have a lovely studio across the hall, by the way. And they get the pool view that I had requested! (That we didn't get!) But being such nice guys, they say I am welcome to come enjoy their pool view anytime I want.
It is nearing six, housekeeping hasn't come to fix the tub and we are heading out. I call to tell them they can come in our room to fix the tub although we will be out.
Mom and dad are having dinner at the Cape May Cafe for the clambake and the rest of us are heading for FT. Wilderness. We all pile in the van for the drive over. I again answer questions, try and explain how DVC works. I also answer some questions about what the Hoop Dee Doo is. Rick was not too eager for a fun country hoe down.... We park in the outpost parking lot and catch the bus to Pioneer Hall. Once there, I pick up our pre-paid tickets and we get in line to have a picture made. I think this may be my favorite picture of the trip. It turned out so nice.
Just a little waiting, and then the doors open and they start seating us. We have a great table. Second row back from the stage, and right in the flow of traffic of the performers. Table 22. Rick asks me how far in advance did I call in order to get such a great table! Our server comes around to get our drink orders: one root beer, one chocolate milk, one beer, four sangrias, one coke. The sangria isn't too bad, I'm not usually a wine drinker. Drinks are served in mason jars, Rick rolls his eyes. Next a cold metal bowl full of salad is set down, along with some fresh bread loaves. We all dig in.
While waiting for the show to start, somehow we all start picking on Brad. Jason teases him about his prom date, who happened to have a bit of a mustache. Then he says that Brad always liked facial hair, its just that now he prefers goatees. The joke being that Rick has a goatee....My own brothers don't find the conversation as amusing as the rest of us. See Brad and Rick, my wonderful BILs, are a couple.
The houselights dim, the piano music starts, and the Pioneer Hall Players enter from the back of the hall. This show is a rootin', tootin', down home good time, full of corny jokes, and audience participation. We all love it, even Rick, and I was nervous he wasn't going to like it. When they bring out the main course, they slam the buckets down on a few tables, and well....our table was one of them. In fact, one of the performers slammed a bucket of chicken down in front of Rick. The look on his face was priceless. We pass around all of the food, fried chicken, bbq ribs, baked beans, corn. The food is good here. Our server brings a pitcher of beer to Jas and a pitcher of sangria to the table. Throughout the show, the performers pay quite a bit of attention to our table and it is a lot of fun. During the song "They come from all over" my brothers were picked out. "Came from Texas, they were able. Keep your boots down off the table." There were a lot of whoops and hollers for the Texas folk.
For dessert, we have strawberry shortcake and I think we all leave happy. And full. I love this show, and plan on seeing it again.
I buy the kids each a Hoop Dee Doo pin for their lanyards and we go catch the bus. On the way back, an older woman boards with her two young grandchildren, and nobody offers her a seat, so I give her mine. She is very grateful.
We get to the van, and head back for the Beach Club. Back in the room, the tub still hasn't been fixed. I call once more. Most everyone else goes swimming, but Jason and I decide to unpack.
Within a few minutes an engineer is at the door to look at the tub. He can't get it working, so he calls his supervisor. He comes up and they dismantle the tub. Whoever used it before had jammed the button in so tight, they couldn't get it pried out. It took them a good twenty minutes to get it out. But then the connecting wires were knocked loose. It was 11:30 before the tub was working. The super was nice about it, he said he would certainly be anxious to use the jacuzzi too, if he were in our shoes.
So I finally cleaned out the tub.
We dropped into bed around midnight, knowing that we would not want to get up early.
