Well, most of you will have experienced GrumpyUK's trip reports on here, I thought it was time his better half had a 'turn' and shared some of my memories, having broken my Disboard duck last weekend and met Deb, Kev, Matt, Scottishsue and everyone else.
Grump and I first journeyed to the House of Mouse in 2000, making the huge mistake of going with another couple. While it was good to go with people who could show us around, the daily traumas, hissy fits and general bad feeling pretty much put the kibosh on having a relaxing time. This was before we discovered the joys of the free Disney bus service and staying in a Disney hotel. I am almost 40 (fire hazard cake coming up in October!) and i feel no shame to say I giggled like a 7 year old girl when I saw the giant statue of Pedro the Dalmation in the All Star Movie Hotel. Our second trip in 2001 saw Grumpy's usual stiff upper lip slightly tremble, (he doesn't do enthusiasm-unless he is bribed with Flying Saucers or Sherbert dabs-will his confectionary tastes ever progress from the 70s???) as he finally experienced a Disney holiday without murderous thoughts to his travelling companions.
Fast forward to 2006 and we are in Disneyworld for the 7th time-and for the first time we are here for the Christmas celebrations. The trip is slightly overshadowed with screaming teenage cheerleaders. If you are fans of the tv show 'Heroes', there is a catchphrase in it: "Save the Cheerleader"-this was obviously penned by someone who didn't share a ride into Pirates of the Carribean with 10 of them. Can you have such things as noisey stalkers? Because they seemed to be everywhere we were, being noisey and generally teenage-two things I really don't do. Think Grumpy has the right to have that name?, nope-mind you, I do deserve the name Dopey-but a combination of the two would be Grope-and we really don't want to go there!
Screaming girls (again, so not my area) aside, the trip was a triumph. Not only did we have 2 fantastic nights at the Magic Kingdom during Mickey's very special Christmas party, but I got to go to The Florida Mall and satisfy my comicbook obsession with a store called 'Bad Apple Comics' which was a little area of heaven for me, and another excuse for Grump to roll his eyes as i burnt another hole in my credit card!
I could rattle on all night about our Disney dreams-but I think it's time I went and had some normal ones(not that my dreams are normal as such, but that's another worm filled can waiting to be opened)
Let me know if you'd like to read more and have me expose the truth behind the myth of the man who you have come to know as Ron!
Later dudes
Grump and I first journeyed to the House of Mouse in 2000, making the huge mistake of going with another couple. While it was good to go with people who could show us around, the daily traumas, hissy fits and general bad feeling pretty much put the kibosh on having a relaxing time. This was before we discovered the joys of the free Disney bus service and staying in a Disney hotel. I am almost 40 (fire hazard cake coming up in October!) and i feel no shame to say I giggled like a 7 year old girl when I saw the giant statue of Pedro the Dalmation in the All Star Movie Hotel. Our second trip in 2001 saw Grumpy's usual stiff upper lip slightly tremble, (he doesn't do enthusiasm-unless he is bribed with Flying Saucers or Sherbert dabs-will his confectionary tastes ever progress from the 70s???) as he finally experienced a Disney holiday without murderous thoughts to his travelling companions.
Fast forward to 2006 and we are in Disneyworld for the 7th time-and for the first time we are here for the Christmas celebrations. The trip is slightly overshadowed with screaming teenage cheerleaders. If you are fans of the tv show 'Heroes', there is a catchphrase in it: "Save the Cheerleader"-this was obviously penned by someone who didn't share a ride into Pirates of the Carribean with 10 of them. Can you have such things as noisey stalkers? Because they seemed to be everywhere we were, being noisey and generally teenage-two things I really don't do. Think Grumpy has the right to have that name?, nope-mind you, I do deserve the name Dopey-but a combination of the two would be Grope-and we really don't want to go there!
Screaming girls (again, so not my area) aside, the trip was a triumph. Not only did we have 2 fantastic nights at the Magic Kingdom during Mickey's very special Christmas party, but I got to go to The Florida Mall and satisfy my comicbook obsession with a store called 'Bad Apple Comics' which was a little area of heaven for me, and another excuse for Grump to roll his eyes as i burnt another hole in my credit card!
I could rattle on all night about our Disney dreams-but I think it's time I went and had some normal ones(not that my dreams are normal as such, but that's another worm filled can waiting to be opened)
Let me know if you'd like to read more and have me expose the truth behind the myth of the man who you have come to know as Ron!
Later dudes
Enjoyed your report, looking forward to reading more. 
