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We let the happy couple enjoy their champagne and I hand our Tables in Wonderland card to Alice. She says, Thanks! Let me just get the manager to adjust your check.
Hey, wait a second. Last night Skippy sighed when he said HE had to go get the manager. I thought we must have done something wrong with the card. This is just normal operating procedure? That Skippy needs a Disney attitude readjustment.
Oh Skippy,where's the magic, bro?
Sheena, I say. Wait until you see this discount. If you guys join the vacation club you can get one of these cards too.
Or we could just have dinner with you.
Hmm. Point taken. Shes going to be a tough nut to crack, that Sheena.
Ok, well. Come up and see our room. You will definitely want to join when you see the bathrooms.
Sure Laura.
After paying our $347 discounted check, we head back to the room.
reasonable!
See Sheena? Isnt this great? Were walking back to our room. Look how close we are. Look at the view of the castle. Dont you want to stay here?
Im not sure why Im so gung ho about getting them to join DVC. Maybe I want to be reassured that we did indeed make the right decision. Maybe I want to make sure that theyll keep coming back with us.
Maybe I want that referral bonus.
We open the door to our room and the angels sing. Laaa!
Isnt this nice? Druid, I know you want to stay here. Sheena, look! Granite counters! A washer and dryer right in the room! You have to see the shower in the master. Its like getting rained on in a good way!
Everyone agrees that the villa is beautiful. If it were up to Druid, and a DVC rep were standing here, theyd be signed up in a heartbeat. Sheenas no pushover though, and I can see shes not convinced. She has this notion about taking her family to Ireland or something. Silly Sheena.
Vacation elsewhere? What's her problem?
Its decided that well watch Wishes from the Top of the World Lounge. Maybe this perk will reel them in.
Ok you guys, I say. The lounge is supposed to be just for DVC members staying at the hotel, so act natural and let us do the talking.
Oh please, Laura, Sheena says. Im pretty sure Disney isnt going to turn down a few more people buying overpriced drinks.
Look, I only know what I read and some people on the DIS boards say everyones supposed to be a member to get in.
I dont tell her that Nebo and Smidgy were able to get in by sneaking up the stairs because a) shed probably want to do that, and b) shed want to know what the heck a Nebo and Smidgy are. I dont want to get into a conversation about message board friends right now. Ill just keep that in mind for Plan B.
Explaining who your internet friends are can be tricky. It's like internet dating-some people will be happy for you, others think it's a little sad.
As we walk to the podium, I remind them to just act natural.
Hello, Mr. Podium Man, I say. Were all DVC members staying here on points and we would like to visit the Top of the World Lounge please. Heres my card. See, Im a DVC member. And heres my key card. See? Were all staying here on points. Yup. All of us.
Yeah, that was smooth.
Mr. Podium Man could care less and directs us to the elevator.
I wait for the inevitable told-you-so, the giggling. Surely, someone is going to call me on all this unnecessary subterfuge. I decide to beat them to it.
Ok. So maybe its not that hard to get in. Although I DID show him my IDs so maybe thats why he didnt ask for everyone elses. I must have an honest face.
Or maybe theres no one in the lounge.
Well, look at that. Its actually kind of happening here tonight. It must be my honest face after all. This place looks like the place to be. There are actual people here laughing and having a good time. Maybe this will get them to buy DVC.
We grab seats and Im pleased to see that Skippy has the night off. Our new waiter comes over and many germ cubes are ordered. (Im not going to name him. We wont be here that long.)
Look! Germ cubes!
Little Tour Guide Mike asks me, Aunt Laura, did you know theres a whole bunch of rooms and hallways in the basement of the Magic Kingdom. Theyre called utilidors and thats where all the cast members are. There are secret doors all over so they can pop up exactly where theyre supposed to be.
Yes, I did know that, TGM. And did you know that theyre not actually in the basement? The Magic Kingdom is actually built on the second floor.
Oh. Did you know when youre in one land, you cant see another from it?
Yes. And did you know that in the parks, a trash can is never more than 30 steps away from you?
Ok. I know hes 10. I should just be a good aunt and act amazed at his knowledge. I forget myself when challenged with Disney trivia.
You're helping him! Arming him with more informaiton. Now he can wow people who don't Dis.
So Druid, Sheena, pretty cool, right? Dont you want to join DVC now so you can come back here?
We can just go with you again, Sheena says.
Rats! (Oops. Is that a bad thing to say at Disney?)
We watch Wishes and Sheena and Druid generously pay the check. Thanks guys!
I fit in one last incentive. You guys have a long trip back to Animal Kingdom Lodge, huh? You have to walk back to Magic Kingdom, wait on line for the bus and then take the long ride back. Hey, if you were staying here, youd be home already!
Nice try, Laura.
Oh well. I still have a few more days to work on her.
Goodbyes and hugs are exchanged and we head back to the room.
Editors Note: Im going to do something really crazy here. We are going to start Day 4 right here, right after the end of Day 3. Im not even going to put it in a separate post. I know. Crazy, right? Ill put a few more spaces between the days so no one gets confused. Are you ready?
This appeals to you're rebellious nature, I'm sure.
This is our first resort switch today. Im not too concerned about packing since we didnt fully unpack. Mr. Squid, however, is concerned about the leftover food in the fridge.
So what are we going to do with all this stuff? We cant just throw it out. We paid $7.99 for this Gouda.
Theres not much of it left, Squid. Why dont you just throw it out?
I can see this wont sit well. Mr. Squid doesnt like throwing perfectly good things away. Our basement is a testament to that. Im sure not many of you can say you have a box full of Franklin Mint Native American portrait plates. (Im sure when his Dad bought them they were Franklin Mint Indian plates.)
I watch him contemplate the situation. Hes leaving everything on the counter for now while he mulls it over.
I ask Monkston to disassemble her Lego office cubicles and jam everything back in the container while I finish getting ready.
Do you ever have one of those mornings when you hate everything you put on?
always
When I bought this top, I thought it was cute, but now in the sickly yellow glow of the Bay Lake Tower bathroom, it doesnt look so hot. What was I thinking with the pink paisley? What was J Crew thinking?
This here? This is why I overpack. Never can tell what you're going to want to wear.
Maybe its the shorts. Ill try another pair. I get the ironing board out again. Yes! I iron on vacation. Im sure Im not alone. They do provide an iron, dont they?
Screech goes the ironing board.
Mommy? Can you help me find something to wear?
Shoot. Not much time to indulge my neurosis. These shorts will have to do. Meh. Not so cute, but I already cut the tags off so Im committed.
I see the counter is cleared off so I guess Mr. Squid figured out what to do with the perishables.
I get out an outfit for Monkston and run around the villa to make sure we have everything packed. This resort switching isnt so bad. It took all of 15 minutes to throw everything back in the suitcases. All we have to do now is call the bellman and head out to the bus. Easy peasy.
No foreshadowing there folks.
It really is easy. The bellman is at our door in 10 minutes and were off.
The plan for today is to go to Hollywood Studios and then walk over to the Boardwalk and check in. Or check on our check-in since we did it online already. Something like that.
Today is our lucky day because as soon as we get to the stop, a Hollywood Studios bus pulls up!
We arent the only ones on the bus today. Sitting across from us is a couple who look to be in their mid-60s. I know theyre a couple because the wife is wearing a Tweedle Dee t-shirt with an arrow that says Im with Dum. And he of course is wearing the Tweedle Dum shirt.
Now, two things strike me about this. One, these two look pretty humorless. Theyre sitting silently with their mouths in a straight line. I try not to giggle. I wonder whose idea these t-shirts were. Maybe their grandkids bought them? Neither one of them looks happy to be wearing them.
But who am I to talk in my hot pink paisley shirt?
The other thing I wonder is if they always remember to sit so that the arrow on her shirt points in the right direction.
We stop at the Polynesian and the driver comes back to make room for a wheelchair.
A family comes on the bus, mother, father and two tween sons, one in a wheelchair. Im sitting next to the handicapped area of the bus so I get up so the mom can sit next to her son. The father and the other son sit together further up front.
My guess is along with his physical impairments, this boy is autistic. He shouts, Shut up! Shut up! intermittently on the way to the Grand Floridian.
The mother is so good with him. So calm and loving.
Shut up! Shut up! He laughs.
She gives him a notebook to write in and this calms him down for a while.
The bus stops and he gets agitated again. Shut up! Shut up!
On walks a fit guy who looks to be in his 60s. Hes like my dad in the way he talks to everyone like hes known them forever.
Great shirts! he says to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. They smile!
He stands next to me, across from the mother and son.
Shut up! Shut up!
He turns to me and asks if I want to see something.
Ok.
He takes out a photo of a very overweight man.
That was me a year ago. My doctor told me I had to lose weight or Id be in real trouble. So look at me now. I took up running. I just ran this morning.
Thats great! I say.
Im not sure why hes telling me this. I guess hes just friendly and this is an ice breaker.
Good for him! I'd have to be in the right mood for this kind of an exchange though.
He turns to the mother sitting across from us and shows her the photo. Shes also duly impressed.
Shut up! Shut up!
He asks the mother whats the matter.
She then tells him that hes not really telling anyone to shut up. He has autism and the bus rides make him uncomfortable. When hes nervous he recites lines from his favorite Toy Story movie.
Cute.
The man asks more questions about his condition, not in a rude way. I admire that hes so matter of fact. She doesnt seem at all offended by his curiosity and, in fact, seems eager to talk about her son's condition. I guess people don't usually ask.
I look at Monkston in her Mickey ears and Im thankful she doesn't face these challenges.
And right here is probably where I should say, How could I have been so neurotic about picking out an outfit this morning? This is meaningless in the great scheme of things. I should just be glad Im healthy and my familys healthy and thank God that my biggest problem this morning was pink paisley.
And thats all true!
But the shirt is still uncute.
I feel ya.
I can't wait to hear what you thought of BWI. We loved it when we stayed there on our honeymoon, but then again we didn't go to the pool.
Great update!