IheartMickey
I have not been blessed by the tag fairy!
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By the way, I forgot to mention this is June 16 - 21st.
We were scheduled to fly out at JFK at 7:30 in the morning by Delta Song. That means we had to be at the airport at 5:30 in the morning. So that means I have to wake up at about 3:30 in the morning so I could take a shower, do my hair, makeup.. Last minute things. And of course, Vicky calls me at about 1AM the night before asking if I started packing yet. Nice, real nice. Looking back I think she was getting back at me for all the times I was to accidentally wake her while on vacation.
We seperated into two cars because there's no way one car would hold all our luggage, especially considering the way I pack (Ahem.. Actually my mom packed for me, but still!). We get to the airport fine, but then are confused by the sign saying Delta. Does this mean we go in the direction? Hmm. I don't know. Maybe we should go through the tunnel that says "DO NOT ENTER". You guess that we choosed. After being kindly (err.. not) directed by a worker we found our way. We said goodbye to our parents, which.. left me all teary, I think I said "I Love You" to my mom about five times in a minute. I was fully convinced I was going to die on the plane.
Anyway. I survived the long trek to our gate, bogged down by my overly large carry on that I swear weighed 20-30 pounds. Oh great. Now it's time to wait an hour and a half to board the plane. Do you know the kinds of thoughts that go through a persons head as they're waiting? Oo. I wonder if there'll be a movie. Or food. Wow I'm hungry. I hope the plane doesn't explode. You know, there's something very unnatural about 200 plus people being sent up in the air by a METAL contraption. I learned about gravity in grade school, but never did take a class on aerodynamics.
Anyway, the time went by actually kind of quickly and we boarded the plane. I knew it was going to be small but I'm tall and a plus size gal and my legs were all SQUISHED. And of course I end up with the person that fully plans to nap with their seat in the reclined position when the attendant says all chairs in the upright position. What do I know, maybe one seat off kilter could kill us all! Finally, Mister I'm-trying-to-kill-everyone put his chair up and we were in the air.
I was in the window seat, and haphazardly kept pushing open the blind.. Oh no! WATER. AH. And then would slam it back down. The only time I enjoyed the view was when we were too high up and the clouds look like a castle. I then went into intense thought and dubbed the castle "Heaven". I think the pressure in the chamber made me slightly delirious, along with the popping in my ears because I then told everyone around me "Oo! Look.. It's heaven!" And no.. I'm not mentally challenged. Oh yea, and we hit as the pilot liked to say.. "Jumpy skies" doesn't that sound safe? There was no movie either! The only entertainment was the random poking of the person next to me. Danielle. Then the sounds of manic giggling right afterwards.
Oh and I just have to mention. You know what stinks? Cream cheese on an airplane. What did they do suck out all the good tasting stuff? It was gross! And I had to pee. And there was no way I was going to attempt walking while ten thousand feet above the ground.
Off the plane, time to find the luggage.. Which was a feat in itself. That little trolly you have to take after you get off the plane is WEIRD. And don't you know that MY luggage is almost the last to come out. I was so scared. All my friends had theirs and I'm still waiting. I think it fell on the ground and was pierced by something because there was a small hole right through the middle. Good thing I only paid $26 for it. Next was finding the towncar, we all had a few giggles because the sign said Danielle's last name because she was the only legal adult. I don't know why we found this funny, I think it was our first sign of freedom. And we were all sleep deprived.
Off to the CBR! Wait on an obscenely long line to check in while sweating in area's that I didn't know were supposed to. Oh yea, and then the golf cart to take you and your bags to your room? Would take over an hour. So we decide to walk all the way to Trinidad North from the custom house. Not too long but when your sandals are leaving multiple blisters it feels like eternity. It felt SO GOOD to open the door and walk into an air conditioned room. We threw ourselves on the beds and mainly vegitated and read through the guides until our luggage came. We ate at Old Port Royale and then decided we were going to go to where else.. Magic Kingdom.
We took the CBR bus and got there around 2pm. Do you know what the first think I noticed was? Not the castle. Not the fact that everyone was walking to the entrance like a herd of sheep. Children. They were EVERYWHERE! Oh dear lord. I didn't even think about that. And see now I have a nervous condition and whenever I see a child I immediately stop in my tracks and freeze up like a deer caught in headlights. And then "Don't hurt me!" look runs rampant all over my face. I think I fully expected to be mauled my all the kids. Then I realized, Noo.. That was Mickey's job! Phew. Thank god. But the shrill screams still didn't make me feel any better.
Guess where we go first? I geeze, I forgot the name. It's like a big tent and you meet Mickey in there. I got annoyed because well.. I wanted to go on a ride. And we had spent like half an hour walking around staring at things and see.. That just isn't my style. So Vicky, Mary and Danielle went in.. I refused to because I was sweaty, cranky, wasn't getting my way and the only people going in were small children. I didn't want to look like a dork, but no.. sitting outside the tent isn't dorky at all.
It started raining after they were finished so we pretty much got soaked on our walk over to some of the rides. Who knew terry cloth pants would soak up water like that. I was wearing a sponge.
I had read reviews of Alien Encounter, but I thought.. I'm brave! Oh yea. I am woman, hear me roar. The line was really short, we only waited five minutes to get in the area where you watch the film. I'm thinking, oh this is cool. We walk through and take our seats and thats when I start getting a little scared. Once the lights went out, the harness came down over my shoulders, I reached for Mary's hand. What a friend she was, "Don't touch me!" ... "I'm SCARED!" ... The glass breaks, I'm screaming, even when everyone else is not. The water, the air on the back of my neck. Reach for Mary's hand again, she attempts to shake me off but this time I'm prepared. I latch on like a baby animal, but due to her clammy hands I was once again denied the comfort. I walked out of there with my legs shaking and vowing never to go on it again. (I'm going back soon and I still refuse to!)
I didn't get to go on anything else at Magic Kingdom, Why? Because I got a stomachache. Maybe the cream cheese on the plane was contaminated. So I ended up taking the bus back by myself. See, another thing.. I also am disabled. I have something called RSD and I can walk but not for long distances and most of the time I'm in pain. I ignore mainly because if I didn't I'd have no life. But It's exhausting and when I got back to CBR I took off my wet clothes, threw on my Mickey pj's that I bought specifically for the trip (They were too big, and I ended up flashing everyone on the trip several times in the morning. Oops.) and attempted to take a nap. I couldn't sleep, the Disney energy was pumping through my veins. My eyelids were drooping, but I was ready to hit some place else.
Well.. Might as well take a little snooze, right after I eat these gushers.
Four Teenage Girls Do Disney, Pre Trip
We were scheduled to fly out at JFK at 7:30 in the morning by Delta Song. That means we had to be at the airport at 5:30 in the morning. So that means I have to wake up at about 3:30 in the morning so I could take a shower, do my hair, makeup.. Last minute things. And of course, Vicky calls me at about 1AM the night before asking if I started packing yet. Nice, real nice. Looking back I think she was getting back at me for all the times I was to accidentally wake her while on vacation.
We seperated into two cars because there's no way one car would hold all our luggage, especially considering the way I pack (Ahem.. Actually my mom packed for me, but still!). We get to the airport fine, but then are confused by the sign saying Delta. Does this mean we go in the direction? Hmm. I don't know. Maybe we should go through the tunnel that says "DO NOT ENTER". You guess that we choosed. After being kindly (err.. not) directed by a worker we found our way. We said goodbye to our parents, which.. left me all teary, I think I said "I Love You" to my mom about five times in a minute. I was fully convinced I was going to die on the plane.
Anyway. I survived the long trek to our gate, bogged down by my overly large carry on that I swear weighed 20-30 pounds. Oh great. Now it's time to wait an hour and a half to board the plane. Do you know the kinds of thoughts that go through a persons head as they're waiting? Oo. I wonder if there'll be a movie. Or food. Wow I'm hungry. I hope the plane doesn't explode. You know, there's something very unnatural about 200 plus people being sent up in the air by a METAL contraption. I learned about gravity in grade school, but never did take a class on aerodynamics.
Anyway, the time went by actually kind of quickly and we boarded the plane. I knew it was going to be small but I'm tall and a plus size gal and my legs were all SQUISHED. And of course I end up with the person that fully plans to nap with their seat in the reclined position when the attendant says all chairs in the upright position. What do I know, maybe one seat off kilter could kill us all! Finally, Mister I'm-trying-to-kill-everyone put his chair up and we were in the air.
I was in the window seat, and haphazardly kept pushing open the blind.. Oh no! WATER. AH. And then would slam it back down. The only time I enjoyed the view was when we were too high up and the clouds look like a castle. I then went into intense thought and dubbed the castle "Heaven". I think the pressure in the chamber made me slightly delirious, along with the popping in my ears because I then told everyone around me "Oo! Look.. It's heaven!" And no.. I'm not mentally challenged. Oh yea, and we hit as the pilot liked to say.. "Jumpy skies" doesn't that sound safe? There was no movie either! The only entertainment was the random poking of the person next to me. Danielle. Then the sounds of manic giggling right afterwards.
Oh and I just have to mention. You know what stinks? Cream cheese on an airplane. What did they do suck out all the good tasting stuff? It was gross! And I had to pee. And there was no way I was going to attempt walking while ten thousand feet above the ground.
Off the plane, time to find the luggage.. Which was a feat in itself. That little trolly you have to take after you get off the plane is WEIRD. And don't you know that MY luggage is almost the last to come out. I was so scared. All my friends had theirs and I'm still waiting. I think it fell on the ground and was pierced by something because there was a small hole right through the middle. Good thing I only paid $26 for it. Next was finding the towncar, we all had a few giggles because the sign said Danielle's last name because she was the only legal adult. I don't know why we found this funny, I think it was our first sign of freedom. And we were all sleep deprived.
Off to the CBR! Wait on an obscenely long line to check in while sweating in area's that I didn't know were supposed to. Oh yea, and then the golf cart to take you and your bags to your room? Would take over an hour. So we decide to walk all the way to Trinidad North from the custom house. Not too long but when your sandals are leaving multiple blisters it feels like eternity. It felt SO GOOD to open the door and walk into an air conditioned room. We threw ourselves on the beds and mainly vegitated and read through the guides until our luggage came. We ate at Old Port Royale and then decided we were going to go to where else.. Magic Kingdom.
We took the CBR bus and got there around 2pm. Do you know what the first think I noticed was? Not the castle. Not the fact that everyone was walking to the entrance like a herd of sheep. Children. They were EVERYWHERE! Oh dear lord. I didn't even think about that. And see now I have a nervous condition and whenever I see a child I immediately stop in my tracks and freeze up like a deer caught in headlights. And then "Don't hurt me!" look runs rampant all over my face. I think I fully expected to be mauled my all the kids. Then I realized, Noo.. That was Mickey's job! Phew. Thank god. But the shrill screams still didn't make me feel any better.
Guess where we go first? I geeze, I forgot the name. It's like a big tent and you meet Mickey in there. I got annoyed because well.. I wanted to go on a ride. And we had spent like half an hour walking around staring at things and see.. That just isn't my style. So Vicky, Mary and Danielle went in.. I refused to because I was sweaty, cranky, wasn't getting my way and the only people going in were small children. I didn't want to look like a dork, but no.. sitting outside the tent isn't dorky at all.
It started raining after they were finished so we pretty much got soaked on our walk over to some of the rides. Who knew terry cloth pants would soak up water like that. I was wearing a sponge.
I had read reviews of Alien Encounter, but I thought.. I'm brave! Oh yea. I am woman, hear me roar. The line was really short, we only waited five minutes to get in the area where you watch the film. I'm thinking, oh this is cool. We walk through and take our seats and thats when I start getting a little scared. Once the lights went out, the harness came down over my shoulders, I reached for Mary's hand. What a friend she was, "Don't touch me!" ... "I'm SCARED!" ... The glass breaks, I'm screaming, even when everyone else is not. The water, the air on the back of my neck. Reach for Mary's hand again, she attempts to shake me off but this time I'm prepared. I latch on like a baby animal, but due to her clammy hands I was once again denied the comfort. I walked out of there with my legs shaking and vowing never to go on it again. (I'm going back soon and I still refuse to!)
I didn't get to go on anything else at Magic Kingdom, Why? Because I got a stomachache. Maybe the cream cheese on the plane was contaminated. So I ended up taking the bus back by myself. See, another thing.. I also am disabled. I have something called RSD and I can walk but not for long distances and most of the time I'm in pain. I ignore mainly because if I didn't I'd have no life. But It's exhausting and when I got back to CBR I took off my wet clothes, threw on my Mickey pj's that I bought specifically for the trip (They were too big, and I ended up flashing everyone on the trip several times in the morning. Oops.) and attempted to take a nap. I couldn't sleep, the Disney energy was pumping through my veins. My eyelids were drooping, but I was ready to hit some place else.
Well.. Might as well take a little snooze, right after I eat these gushers.
Four Teenage Girls Do Disney, Pre Trip
Thanks for posting.
