amwhitaker
Not happy unless I'm going to Disney.
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Saga:
a long, involved account or series of incidents
So the saga begins. The alarm goes off at 5am and we are out the door by about 5:45am. The MIL picks us up and takes us to the airport for our 7:55am flight. I love our airport. Ive been in a lot of airports, but Pittsburgh is by far my favorite. Its huge! It has shopping. It has lots and lots of food. Three important things for me. I couldnt believe that we didnt have a long line to wait in at USAir. We have stood in many a long line at this ticket counter. We were overjoyed that we got through so quickly, went through security fast, not even having to experience the security personnel singing The Brady Bunch. Yes, two years ago the guy watching the x-ray machine was singing my beloved childhood sitcom intro. I was hoping that nothing illegal was making it past this guy onto my flight! Not only was I concerned about match-carrying tennis shoe bombers, but I sang the Brady Bunch song for my whole flight! I dont know which was worse. I can sometimes have a song in my head for a couple of days. This happened on this trip with Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. Now I know Disney would not play that as background music, so I dont know where it came from. I think someone else may have been singing it or humming it, and rats! It stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I sang it out loud a few times and the AntiMickey gave me a look and must have thought I passed the sleep deprivation zone.
Did I mention that our airport is only about 20 minutes from my house? We got to the airside terminal about 6:45 and had plenty of time to get FOOD! This is going to be the theme of the whole week. Gluttony! The AntiMickey wanted McDonalds. Nothing like some grease right before a plane ride! I opted for a bagel with cream cheese and a Seattles Best. The only thing my favorite airport doesnt have is a Starbucks! We are huge fans, followers, groupies, addicts. Get my drift? We went through withdrawal all week at Disney. So we settled on Seattles Best, but secretly felt we were giving in to the enemy. Having obtained sustenance, we boarded the plane. We sat right in front of a loud little annoying girl so when the doors to the plane were shut and we realized that the two rows in front of us were empty, we laid claim upon them, better yet, one was an exit row with lots of leg room. The flight was uneventful, no one knowing the BBB was in the overhead, and we actually arrived in Orlando 20 minutes early!
At the airport we met up with our friends flying in from North Carolina. Kelly only got 2 hours of sleep the previous night and was a walking zombie. Bob and the AntiMickey decided we should to go check out the duty free liquor store at the airport. It was a madhouse, so after deciding not to stand in a long line, we left and made our way to the Magical Express area. I got in line while the others sat and talked. The line took about 15 minutes for me to get up to the desk. A lady and I had a short conversation about how this is just training for our week of waiting in lines at the parks. I found the check in a little annoying because I would again have to give this information when we checked in at our resort. Why couldnt they just say give me your book, heres your ticket to get on the bus, now go wait in another line? I just wanted to get the heck out of the airport and to my resort! I got everyone and we all went and waited in another line, I mean the corral, for a bus. The wait was too long and there was an annoying sweaty Cast Member guy trying to get us all wound up by running around with his large Mickey gloves and then making everyone sing the Mickey Mouse Club song. The crowd did a pretty pathetic sing-a-long. We all just wanted on the bus. Finally SSR and Port Orleans was called and we left on our Magical Express Bus.
We arrived at our resort about ½ hour later. I was a bit disappointed at the way you enter SSR. It seemed anti-climatic. I expected a grand entrance especially paying the money we did to stay there. You have an outdoor walkway straight ahead and then turn right into the lobby. I guess I expected to make a grand entrance being the Disney Queen and all! We entered the spacious and tall lobby
and I waited in yet another line to check in. While I waited in line, the others sat and talked. Notice a trend yet? The AntiMickey pulled out the BBB from my carry-on and showed the others. Can you believe this thing? he proclaimed. She has all kinds of stuff in it. He proceeded to show them my coveted creation. The couple behind me was eyeing the BBB and I quickly grabbed it and held onto it for dear life in case they were marauders. The spies asked where I got all that information and I rattled off a few of my favorite websites. They were very impressed! Being the friendly person that I am I still did not let them lay a hand on the BBB.
The check in lady seemed to take forever. It took about 25 minutes waiting in line and getting our room. I had planned on asking for Congress Park cause I had read on the Disboards that this was a good area to stay in due to proximity to DTD. While the lady seemed to be puttzing around she finally said I have one room only available right now and it is in Congress Park BINGO!! I guess she had heard that the Disney Queen was coming! I was ready to hug her. She said if she didnt grab it right now that we would have to wait until 4pm for a room. Kelly looked like she would fall over at any minute so we jumped on that. We were handed our Key to the World ~ I mean Key to the Food. After check-in we hopped on what I called a limo cart and off we were driven to our condo. Our room number was 2621, a two bedroom condo. We had a view of the lake with the tent of Cirque du Soleil straight across from us.
I loved this condo! Bob and Kelly got the king room and we took the other 2 queen bedroom. Both bedrooms are huge! After checking out every nook and cranny we decided that we needed to ~ you guessed it ~ EAT!
a long, involved account or series of incidents
So the saga begins. The alarm goes off at 5am and we are out the door by about 5:45am. The MIL picks us up and takes us to the airport for our 7:55am flight. I love our airport. Ive been in a lot of airports, but Pittsburgh is by far my favorite. Its huge! It has shopping. It has lots and lots of food. Three important things for me. I couldnt believe that we didnt have a long line to wait in at USAir. We have stood in many a long line at this ticket counter. We were overjoyed that we got through so quickly, went through security fast, not even having to experience the security personnel singing The Brady Bunch. Yes, two years ago the guy watching the x-ray machine was singing my beloved childhood sitcom intro. I was hoping that nothing illegal was making it past this guy onto my flight! Not only was I concerned about match-carrying tennis shoe bombers, but I sang the Brady Bunch song for my whole flight! I dont know which was worse. I can sometimes have a song in my head for a couple of days. This happened on this trip with Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. Now I know Disney would not play that as background music, so I dont know where it came from. I think someone else may have been singing it or humming it, and rats! It stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I sang it out loud a few times and the AntiMickey gave me a look and must have thought I passed the sleep deprivation zone.
Did I mention that our airport is only about 20 minutes from my house? We got to the airside terminal about 6:45 and had plenty of time to get FOOD! This is going to be the theme of the whole week. Gluttony! The AntiMickey wanted McDonalds. Nothing like some grease right before a plane ride! I opted for a bagel with cream cheese and a Seattles Best. The only thing my favorite airport doesnt have is a Starbucks! We are huge fans, followers, groupies, addicts. Get my drift? We went through withdrawal all week at Disney. So we settled on Seattles Best, but secretly felt we were giving in to the enemy. Having obtained sustenance, we boarded the plane. We sat right in front of a loud little annoying girl so when the doors to the plane were shut and we realized that the two rows in front of us were empty, we laid claim upon them, better yet, one was an exit row with lots of leg room. The flight was uneventful, no one knowing the BBB was in the overhead, and we actually arrived in Orlando 20 minutes early!
At the airport we met up with our friends flying in from North Carolina. Kelly only got 2 hours of sleep the previous night and was a walking zombie. Bob and the AntiMickey decided we should to go check out the duty free liquor store at the airport. It was a madhouse, so after deciding not to stand in a long line, we left and made our way to the Magical Express area. I got in line while the others sat and talked. The line took about 15 minutes for me to get up to the desk. A lady and I had a short conversation about how this is just training for our week of waiting in lines at the parks. I found the check in a little annoying because I would again have to give this information when we checked in at our resort. Why couldnt they just say give me your book, heres your ticket to get on the bus, now go wait in another line? I just wanted to get the heck out of the airport and to my resort! I got everyone and we all went and waited in another line, I mean the corral, for a bus. The wait was too long and there was an annoying sweaty Cast Member guy trying to get us all wound up by running around with his large Mickey gloves and then making everyone sing the Mickey Mouse Club song. The crowd did a pretty pathetic sing-a-long. We all just wanted on the bus. Finally SSR and Port Orleans was called and we left on our Magical Express Bus.
We arrived at our resort about ½ hour later. I was a bit disappointed at the way you enter SSR. It seemed anti-climatic. I expected a grand entrance especially paying the money we did to stay there. You have an outdoor walkway straight ahead and then turn right into the lobby. I guess I expected to make a grand entrance being the Disney Queen and all! We entered the spacious and tall lobby
and I waited in yet another line to check in. While I waited in line, the others sat and talked. Notice a trend yet? The AntiMickey pulled out the BBB from my carry-on and showed the others. Can you believe this thing? he proclaimed. She has all kinds of stuff in it. He proceeded to show them my coveted creation. The couple behind me was eyeing the BBB and I quickly grabbed it and held onto it for dear life in case they were marauders. The spies asked where I got all that information and I rattled off a few of my favorite websites. They were very impressed! Being the friendly person that I am I still did not let them lay a hand on the BBB.
The check in lady seemed to take forever. It took about 25 minutes waiting in line and getting our room. I had planned on asking for Congress Park cause I had read on the Disboards that this was a good area to stay in due to proximity to DTD. While the lady seemed to be puttzing around she finally said I have one room only available right now and it is in Congress Park BINGO!! I guess she had heard that the Disney Queen was coming! I was ready to hug her. She said if she didnt grab it right now that we would have to wait until 4pm for a room. Kelly looked like she would fall over at any minute so we jumped on that. We were handed our Key to the World ~ I mean Key to the Food. After check-in we hopped on what I called a limo cart and off we were driven to our condo. Our room number was 2621, a two bedroom condo. We had a view of the lake with the tent of Cirque du Soleil straight across from us.
I loved this condo! Bob and Kelly got the king room and we took the other 2 queen bedroom. Both bedrooms are huge! After checking out every nook and cranny we decided that we needed to ~ you guessed it ~ EAT!
