Day 8- August 3
Grab your

, this is a long one!
Our last full day, and the pace is taking its toll. DH stays at the hotel because he's so worn out, but promises to meet us later. The bus takes a long time to get to us, and when it does, it totally fills up. The bus driver announces in a beautiful African accent, "Next stop, Magique Kingdom" meaning that we won't have to stop at any other resorts before getting to the park. I'm thrilled that this is a nonstop bus, but some hayseeds in front of us say, "What did he say? Magique Kingdom? Do you think he means Magic Kingdom? I've never heard anyone say it THAT way before!" When we get off the bus, I tell my kids that their Nana's response to anyone who criticizes something by saying, "I've never heard that before!" is "Well then you haven't heard much," meaning, don't advertise your ignorance. They agree that's pretty wise, and DS even pulls it on DH a couple of days later. Mr. Smarty-Pants!
We make it to the park around 10:30, and we head for Tomorrowland, where the line for Space Mountain is not too bad (it wasn't an EMH day at MK, so the crowds must be elsewhere). The kids go on SM, and I go on the TTA. I get my fill of Tomorrowland this way. We meet up and DD wants to do the Tomorrowland Speedway (she has a driver's license for heaven's sake), so we stand in the heat and finally get on. I was trying for the
Lime Green car, but I get a blue one. The Speedway is similar to Autopia in DL, but Autopia has a billboard with lots of corny jokes, which I enjoy. We haven't been on the WDW Railroad yet, so we walk to Toontown to catch it. On the way we pass the Barnstormer, and DD wants to go on that, and there's no line, so we walk on. Good thing there's no line, because the ride last about 20 seconds, as Cynderella mentioned in her TR. We get to the train station, and it looks like the train might be a few minutes. The heat wave we left behind in CA has now caught up with us in FLA, so DD goes to play in the water works at Donald's boat until the train comes. We ride to Frontierland and get Splash Mountain FP's, then go to Columbia Harbor House for lunch. DS gets a vegetarian sandwich and enjoys it, I get the ham sandwich, and DD gets the ham sandwich with just the cheese on it (that's right, a ham sandwich without the ham. It's like the scene where Peter Fonda gets toast in Easy Rider-way before my time by the way, but that's a famous scene). The CM asks who the trouble maker is, meaning DD, and then asks her if she really wants just cheese on olive bread. She says yes, that's fine, so that's what she gets. I don't know if the olive bread is always like this, but mine and DD's tastes nasty, so we toss it. DS said his was good, so there you are.
Next, we go through the Swiss Family Treehouse, and when we get out, I go to call DH only to find that he has called earlier and I missed the call. The kids want to hit the Tiki Room, so I send them in while I call DH. and he agrees to meet us at the Tiki Room exit. DH wasn't able to get an
ECV because by the time he reached the park, they were sold out, so he has a manual wheelchair. The Tiki Room is a convenient place to meet, because the Sunshine Tree Terrace is right there, and they have great frozen treats. DH gets a lemon raspberry slush, DD gets a coke and chocolate float, and I get a cappucino float (now you know where I get my commando energy

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) It's FP time for Splash Mountain, and it's a good thing, because it's super hot now and there's more than an hour wait in the standby line. We get a little splashy together, then decide to split until dinner time. I tell the kids to meet us at Tony's Town Square at 6, even though we don't have ADRs (we did not make any ADRs before we got to WDW this trip).
DH and I go to CBJ one more time, afraid that it may be gone the next time we come. Teddi Bera's song gets stuck in my head, and I end up singing it for days on end. I

that song, even though I know Big Al is the popular favorite, and "Mama, don't whoop little Buford" was the one my dad went to
hear. It's like they say, in matters of taste, there is no argument.
DH wants lunch before we head to POTC, but when we look at El Pirata y el Perico, everything has beef on it, so he decides to get food after we ride. We get in line and make our way down into the building, and the line stops. It's supposed to be a 20 minute wait, but we creep along for 45 minutes until we get to the front of the line. The people in front of us get in the boat, and then are told to get out again. We are all told to go back the way we came, which is difficult, because DH has already given up his wheelchair (he was supposed to just pick up another one after the ride). There's a little chaos, but people are considerate and we manage to get a wheelchair and get out of there. We head to Pecos Bill's and DH has a chicken wrap that he says is simple and good. We like Disney food best when they don't try to get too fancy with it.
After DH eats, POTC is still not working, so we head to Fantasyland. We enjoy Snow White, but when we're in line for Winnie the Pooh, some moron keeps glaring at DH, I think because he's in a wheelchair. DH is in the regular line; it's not like he's getting any benefit from being in the wheelchair except that he doesn't have to stand or walk. What is this guy's problem?
While we're in line, I figure I better call 407-W-DISNEY to see if we can actually get into Tony's at 6. They don't have anything until 8:30, but while I'm on the phone, someone calls to cancel a 5:40 ressie. I take it, and call the kids to meet us at 5:30, then we start making our way to Main Street. We are even able to walk right through the castle, since Cinderellabration is over for the day. We walk through the stores, mostly to stay cool, and we meet the kids at the restaurant right at 5:30. When we get in, little kids are sitting on the floor, watching Lady and the Tramp. The party ahead of us gets called by a server who uses a fake Italian accent, but our server is not so flamboyant. She is very attentive ,though, and likes to say, "Y'all" and "no problem". We have a great time at dinner, lots of laughs. I'll try to add in pictures soon.
We all head to POTC afterwards, and it is as fun as the first time. The kids want to go back to the coasters, I want to see Spectromagic and Wishes, and DH cannot keep going. We send the kids off to ride, then ride the railroad one full time around the park. A large party gets on at Main Street and starts passing around a bottle of Smirnoff's and pouring it into soda botles, then drinking from the bottles. As if they need more. They are very loud and obnoxious, and I'm sorry for the kids with them. Who needs to be drunk when you're at the MK, anyway?
DH and I get off at Frontierland, where we had left the wheelchair. Then I walk DH to the wheelchair return and kiss him good-bye.
I can remember vacationing with my parents as a teen, and meeting a man who was on vacation by himself. At the time, I judgmentally thought, "Who would vacation alone?" but here I am, on my own at WDW. My first act as a single DISer - get a hot fudge sundae and sit out on the terrace between Main Street and Tomorrowland and look out at the castle. When I finish my sundae, I head to Liberty Square to stake out a place for Spectromagic. I pick a place right across from the Christmas store. I have a great view standing behind the families sitting on the curb. The Spectro specters at the beginning of the parade are a little off-putting (too much like mimes), but the rest of the parade is beautiful. It's still really hot, and one of the butterfly girls looks a little dizzy from spinning in the heat, so some plainclothes CMs come to get her.
After the parade I take a spot near the funnel cake counter (no I don't eat one; I just had a hot fudge sundae an hour ago!) where I can see the front of the castle perfectly. I enjoy watching the changing colors and talk a little to a family that asks me why people are standing there. They had no idea about Wishes! I clue them in, and they stick around. When Wishes starts, we find that a tree is blocking the view of the fireworks. Everyone moves en masse to a place where we can see some of the fireworks as well as the front of the castle. I can see the images projected on the castle perfectly, which is pretty magical. Maybe I'm a little biased, but I think the fireworks show at DL, Remember, is better overall. Maybe it's just because I saw it first, and it was actually the week of DL's 50th birthday.
I make my way to the front of the park, and the resort busses, and watch people who walk to the bus stops, only to realize they need to go back the other way to catch the ferry (maybe I'm punchy, but this strikes me as funny). When I get to the Dolphin bus stop, I call the kids, and they are just exiting the park. It takes them fifteen minutes to get to the bus stop, and, this one time, I confess that I defy queue etiquette. I bring both of them up in line with me so I can make sure that we all get back safely. I feel guilty, but a mama's gotta do what a mama's gotta do. We get back to the hotel right around midnight, and that's the end of our last night at WDW.
Tomorrow-What can we squeeze in before heading to the airport for our cross-country trip?