We decided to relax a bit on Sunday. Get breakfast at Roaring Forks. Not kill ourselves to get to MK at opening. We were skipping Space Mountain (Jay gets horribly bruised knees on that ride. Every time), and I wasnt stressed about crowds, really. We were meeting a bunch of Vikings at 10:30 at HM. That was our only appointment. I also wanted, as mentioned earlier, to hit Johnny in the Caribbean and Splash and Philharmagic. If we got a chance to do BTMRR and Buzz, we would. But no biggie if we missed em. Nothing else was really high on my list. I love the lack of pressure when another trip is so close on the horizon!!! Oh, and we had a lunch ADR at Liberty Tree. Cash meal. Not wasting my TS credits on a LUNCH, thats fer sure.
The day started off so well. We got up at a normal hour. 7:30 or so, I think. Took our time getting ready. Discussed our plans for the day. Packed up the backpack. We decided to stay in the MK until 2:30 or 3:00. Then come back to get ready for the DVC pitch. There was some discussion about whether or not it made sense to get all dolled up for Cali Grill before the pitch or after. I decided that we would have enough time to save that for after. Because I would feel silly going to the pitch all dolled up, and it would still be kinda early to show up at the Cali, too. Our ADR wasnt until 9:00, but we wanted to get there at 7:30 or so. To hang out at the bar and to make sure we were settled in at Wishes time.
So....as I was saying, it started off well. We ate a nice breakfast at RF. Got myself a cup-cover so I could take my tea to go, and we headed out to the boat launch. There was a boat there. It was a Contemporary boat, but it was there, so we decided to just take it, and catch the monorail to MK. Well, Jay got on. Then I got on. I guess I wasnt really paying attention. There wasnt a CM at the entrance as usual. He was further up on the dock. So nobody saying watch your step, like there normally is. PLUS, this boat HAD a step. Unlike the boats to the MK, which are level at the entrance. Do you get where Im going with this? Yes, goofmeister that I am, I fell. Twisted my ankle. And splashed tea all over some poor woman and her daughter in the front seats. Made QUITE the spectacle of myself, really. But that wasnt the worst of it. I
really hurt myself. At first, I thought I may have broken my ankle. Has this ever happened to you? Your heart pounds, you break out in a massive sweat, you get majorly nauseous. This was all happening. Jay helped me to a seat and just kind of looked at me with concern. As did most of the other people on the boat. Wouldve really been embarrassing had I not been in such a state. Of pain and nausea. And I couldnt hear! My head was roaring. Blood pressure? I guess so. So.....I tried to calm myself. I tried not to cry. I dont think I did. Cant benember, really. I hope I didnt swear, as there were kids around. I tend to do that, though, so I may have. Apologies if your kids were with you on that boat and heard me. All I could think was that I had just blown our weekend. WDW is NOT the place to be with a broken, or even badly sprained, ankle. Especially when you dont have a heads up on the condition. No
ECV reserved. No desire to ride around in a wheelchair. And plans. BIG plans. Believe it or not, one of the first things that crossed my mind was my OUTFIT for Cali Grill that night. What a vain little thing am I? I wanted to wear my new DRESS. With my HIGH HEELS. Was I going to have to just destroy this pretty little black dress by having to wear it with BROWN CROC FLIP-FLOPS??? Oh, the issues we women have to deal with. Really.
Bottom line, my BP eventually started to lower. My heart rate too. I felt slightly less nauseous. I was still sweating like a pig. But, I dared to lower my foot. To do THE TEST. Could I put weight on it? I could! It really didnt feel too terrible. I knew it was more than a little twist, and it was going to swell, but I should be able to function fairly normally. I assured my concerned fellow passengers that Id be alright. I told Jay not to worry. He is an athlete, BTW. And a coach. He is really good with these types of injuries. And he can wrap a mean Ace bandage when he needs too. So it was good that he was with me. Well, its always good when hes with me. But this time it was convenient too. We agreed that we would continue on, take the monorail to the MK, and make the first aid station our first stop. I could get an ice pack and take some Advil and all would (hopefully) be okay. We could still make it to the HM meet, anyway. And wed play it by ear from there. I was optimistic, though. And determined to suck it up. I guess that illustrates how much I was INTO this trip. And these people. I was having too much fun, dammit! I would not let a little injury ruin things.
Boy, was that ride on the monorail looooonnnnnnggggg. If you ever try to do this, keep in mind that the Contemporary is the FIRST stop after the Magic Kingdom. So you have to do the whole resort route before hitting the MK again. It wasnt bad, really. We shared a car with some of our boat mates. Who gave me sympathetic looks of pity as I put my leg up onto Jays lap. I also stole some of his water so I could take a couple of Advil. Because I ALWAYS have Advil with me. And, fortunately, I remembered to put it in the backpack that morning. We were both watching the ankle. To see if it was swelling. I think it was, just a little. It hurt. But....we were going to the Magic Kingdom! My favorite park. The FIRST part of Disney World. The only one I knew as a kid (well, the only one that was there when I was a kid...) We got off the monorail, and walked to the entrance. Funny, we had been here for two days. And had been at the entrance to MK multiple times. Friday night on our way to Boma and on the way home. Then Sat. when we were headed to the Poly, too. I was so happy that THIS time we were actually
entering the park! Jay sent me on ahead as he went through the security bag check. I headed up Main Street pretty quickly for a crippled girl. But I was a little sad to be distracted from the excitement of this walk, and this view. And it wasnt too fun doing it alone, either. Now that I think about it, I dont know why I didnt just wait for him. We may have just wanted to get this over with in plenty of time to head over to the meet. So....I limp-walked up Main Street (once again praising the comfiness of my
Crocs....thanks Jami!), and made my way past Caseys and into the first aid station. I explained to the CM what happened. She was very nice, offered me Tylenol (told her I was set with my Advil), and told me shed get an ice pack. I was given the option of laying down there with the pack for a bit, or just fastening the pack on with a little net-socky kinda thing she had for me to use. As I was pondering, Jay came in, and we jointly decided that I might as well find a more interesting place to sit while I iced my ankle. I was given, frankly, a pretty pathetic home-made ice pack (crushed ice inside what appeared to be an envelope. Made of paper!). It wasnt very cold, and when I walked, the sock didnt do a very good job of holding it, but it would do. For now. We thanked the kind lady and headed out. As I was hobbling behind Jay, this guy walked by, gave me a pity-filled look, and said You poor thing. I was on the boat. Are you okay? Okay, I have to admit it. Now that the pain wasnt as bad? Now that my memory was starting to come back? Now...embarrassment set in. What an loser I mustve looked like lurching onto the boat (well, technically, the FLOOR of the boat). Not exactly the graceful image I normally endeavor to present in public, thats for sure. I told him thanks, Id be fine, and boogied away as fast as I could. For a gimp.
We decided that we could maybe ride something leisurely. Something that wouldnt have a wait, and that would allow me to elevate my foot for a bit. Hmmmmm, seems I hear someone paging me. No, thats not me theyre paging. Thats Mr. Morrow...Mr. Tom Morrow! Yep, we decided to ride around on the TTA, the lamest.....NOZ.....ride in the park. No, really. It isnt lame. Its nostalgic. I guess. And you get to see the inside of Space Mountain. Another lame ride, if you ask me (NOMel). We didnt even hear anyone screaming. And the ride was running. We could see the cars moving through. Just didnt sound like anyone was very excited to be on it. I did give Jay a big smile near the end, though, when we heard that page. Ahhh, ZZUB, the first appearance for you on this day. (BUT, just wait until later! Were coming up on ZZUBs second appearance....perhaps the best part of the trip!!!) We rode. I iced. Jay kept shaking his head at the lameness. We pined for the old ski lift ride. Because it was getting closer to HM time, and the ski lift thing wouldve been a neat way to get closer to HM without all the walking-with-a-really-lame-ice-pack-semi-attached-to-my-foot baloney. Anyhoo, we headed over to the Haunted Mansion. On the lookout for our friends. The ones we had already met, and some of the ones we had not yet had the pleasure of meeting. We were walking, and talking, and actually walked right past the HM! Had to turn around!! What a pathetic loser day I was having! Ironically, though, I was still having fun! And it was about to get better.......
We got to the entrance to the Haunted Mansion. With thoughts of Mel dancing in our heads. Well, actually, probably just my head. Dont think Jay thinks of Mel very often, NOM. He just doesnt know her as well as the rest of us. Or at all, for that matter. Like I said, other than some little ZZUB selections that Ive had him read, hes never been on the DIS. He had, however, read a bit of Kimmies TR on the plane. I had Horseys for him to read, too, but he never got that far. He is happier getting the live version of the imaginary internet friends. A concrete, three-dimensional kinda guy. We didnt see anyone. So we sat on one of the benches to wait. Shortly thereafter, Jay spotted Kim, and I quickly noticed who she was approaching. It was Mark (FSUMarchief), Rhonda (GADisneyGirl), & their Magic Magnet (their son, Wesley)!! After all the pictures Ive seen of them, they were EASY to spot! Plus, Kim & Doug were kinda leading the way. We headed over, and introduced ourselves...while hugging. I think, in fact, that I was hugging Mark before he even got a chance to ask who I was! It was so fun, once again, to meet more wonderful DISfriends face to face. And Wesley, well, let me just say, he is the CUTEST and SWEETEST little boy! He has the most beautiful smile, which always seemed to be present on that adorable face. And he seemed so very comfortable with the adults. I have said it many times before, but there is no doubt about his mad skillz in the charm category. No wonder hes such a magic magnet! Shortly thereafter, we were joined by Horsey. Grammy and YAK & her friend K, too. I think they all showed up together, but Im not 100% sure. At any rate, the now routine (but still oh so fun) hugging, screaming, laughing stuff went on for awhile. Haley also made it, along with Sophia and Max. Mr. Silly joined us eventually. I think he made it JUST in time for the pictures, actually. A semi-lurker DISer showed up too...wdwr (Shelley) and a couple of her friends joined us for this Mel tribute. Actually, now that I think of it, she also stopped by to say Hi on the Poly beach the night before, too. Here is a picture of the crew at the Haunted Mansion.
A word about this picture. It was sunny that day. And hot. I know Mark agrees with me here. In fact, everyone in this picture agreed with me. Its only Sher who didnt think it was hot this day. But she wasnt here. Posing. For what seemed like HOURS. While the CM took our picture. With Kims camera. Then with Mark & Rhondas camera, then with Grams camera, then with the Sillys camera, then with Horseys camera. I am not exaggerating, folks. I think it was at this point that we decided that from now on, we didnt have to get the same pic on everybodys camera. That we could share. (This is the one from Grammys, BTW.)
So, once the picture torture was over and done, we headed in to THE RIDE. Or should I say, THE ATTRACTION. We were thinking thoughts of Mel. Imagining how great it wouldve been if she couldve been here with us. Ignorant of the fact that she was, in fact, heading here veerrrry soon after us. In fact, even while some of us would still be down there. But, I digress. And this was a Mel tribute. So no Mel dissing (not DISing) will take place here. Ill leave that to Mark. Lets just say Mel was with us in spirit. For real. As we entered the mansion. As we stood in the stretching room. Viewing everything with new eyes, after YAK had regaled us earlier with stories from her Keys to the Kingdom tour. Or was it the Backstage Magic tour? Whatever it was, it taught her lots of interesting background info. About lots of things. This ride being a big one of those things. Really a depressing backstory, though. Murder. Suicide. People being buried alive. Yuck. BUT, back to our Mel tribute. And our sweaty selves. Slowly recovering in the cool indoors. We boarded our Doom Buggies. Kimmie and Doug were right behind Jay & me. We rode, we observed. I soaked it all in, since it had been soooo long since I had been on this ride. And we saw the floating green head in the crystal ball. And thought of Mel even more. THEN, we got to the hitchhiking ghost part. Just as I was lamenting about how all the sweating had really wrecked my hair. I pulled out my brush. Began attempting to at least diminish the sweaty stringy mess that my hair had become. When.....BUSTED!!! Kimmie saw me. In the mirror. ARE YOU FIXING YOUR HAIR?!? she yelled. (Or something along those lines.) Yes, I was sitting in my Doom Buggy. With my husband and our hitchhiking ghost. And Kim caught me using the mirror to perform personal hygiene. What can I say....it was still less embarrassing than the boat wipe out, so its all good.
Next up: Chapter 7: Splashtastic fun and Cali Grill!!!! (And a lot more pictures)