nwdisgal
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- Apr 27, 2002
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Cast of Characters:
Me (DW) - late thirty something that doesn't wanta grow up, thinks Peter Pan is my ideal date, profiles as Cinderella, and a full time mother to a Disney Obsessed 9 year old child and his 13 year old sibling who gladly goes along with her younger brother's compulsion. In the corporate world, I'd be coined the Disney Event Planner. I plan everything, I pack everything, and when it comes time to disinfect the hotel room, I'm the obsessive compulsive, carrying around the container of Clorox wipes in my carry-on bag.
DH - Patient, loving, supportive, breadwinner to the Disney Obsessed son and the high maintanence DW who thinks she's Cinderella. Profiles as Aladdin, so has to put up with the fact that his DW is fantasizing about Peter Pan.
DD - She's at that uh...age
You know that one where are a way of life . The great thing about being that age is that it is the smartest you'll ever be and then you start realizing how much you really don't know as you get older. So enjoy all you know while you're still thirteen .
DS - Still in the innocence of his youth and the most obsessed of our group about Disney. He is the momentum and the cheerleader for all things Disney. Thank god we have him along, other wise we'd be compulsive lounge lizards.
Pre-Trip Day 2:
You are all reading that Great Coffee post and thinking we've made it to WDW and you're getting all excited!!! Ok, where's the great coffee? Fess up! Did the folks at WDW finally dismantle the Nescrappe concept? Sorry Dis'ers we're still in Seattle and on our way to Orlando. For those of you who know and love Seattle, you likely recognize that Seattle is the Great Coffee City.
So after a restless night at the parents house dreaming about my next plane journey, and how yet I am going to streamline those bulging five suitcases down to four (so I can fit a suitcase worth of Disney trinkets in case number five, as well as a bountiful supply of "stuff" from the Super Target) I finally wake up and look forward to my first cup of coffee.
Well fortified, I grab DH and DD, and we hit the local mall to stock up on last minute supplies for our trip to Orlando. No put down on Hawaii, but we don't have a lot of shopping options here. In fact, we have very little, so when we get to the Mainland, we go shopping nuts.
My first stop is Nordstrom, and I go to Ladies Shoes and just stand there and drool for several minutes. DD is with me and she has no shoes to speak of from the homeland, unless you count slippers (our name for flip flops). She needs real walking shoes for the anticipated mega miles walking the WDW parks, and not wanting to go through the "I think I want this shoe, but it doesn't fit right, but maybe I want that one" stage that she's going through, I tell her, "Honey, why don't you try on some shoes and call me on my cell, when you've found what you like." Then I'm off to one of my favorite coffee bars - Nordstroms Espresso Bar to further fuel my caffeine addiction, nosh on some yummie pastry and nurse my double latte and head over to Cosmetics to acquire some good fake tan in a bottle. One of the posters on these boards was talking about Pasty White Tourists at WDW in the pools and well it gave me a complex, so I'm trying to fake something that I'm really not, which is tan. I know, I know, I live in Hawaii, I should be tan, but I work all the time, like most the people who live here, therefore, am not tan. As I'm enjoying my latte, I spy Victoria's Secret out of the corner of my eye. So we make a stop there to load up on loungerie, before I head to WDW with DH's avid moral support. He's Aladdin, right, so he's thinking "I'm gonna wisk Cinderella off on my carpet." Yah, right, Cinderella doesn't do the magic carpet thing, I expect a carriage. Anyway, I loaded up on the comfortable, but sexy, and headed back for the tan in a tube. By that time, DD has called me on the cell and has located not one, but two pair of shoes to take to WDW.
Okay, what was that I said about downsizing my suitcases before we head on to Orlando?
Last but not least, I had to stop off at the Vans Store to refill my Vans supply. The best thing that has happened of recent is a resurgence of the Vans tennis shoe line. I wore them in my previous life, and now, as fashion has it, they are back in. Since I lust for Peter Pan in my heart, and therefore, at a subconcious level don't really want to grow up, I justify that I can wear Vans tennis shoes until I'm 90 and it will never look too childish or immature.
Criminy, with a whole new supply of loungerie, tubes of tanning lotion, plus the promotion that went with them, and several pairs of new shoes in toe (between DD and myself) what am I going to do about that suitcase dilemma?
Evening falls and Disney parents (trust me, these people are Dinsey veterans, they have archive family slides of Disneyland when it first opened). Mom was in her dress, gloves and high heels, viewing the whole Future World through rose colored cat eye glasses. Can you imagine braving the parks in high heels and a party gloves? Well, my mom and her generation did it. No Teva's for those folks. Disney was a dress up party then.
Anyway, Seattle does great seafood, so we head off to our favorite local restaurant on Puget Sound to load up on fresh oysters, dungeness crab, and some salmon. I'm thinking to myself, I better not eat tooo much seafood or I'll never make it on to the plane to WDW tomorrow. Yet, that oyster on the half shell is calling me, then my mom is telling me, "Well, I don't think you're eating enough, you should order the crab cocktail..." Okay, twist my arm a bit. I keep the waitress busy refilling my wine glass. After all, the California chardonnay is a nice complement to the seafood, and I have to streamline a suitcase or two when I get back to my parents house.
We finally make it to my parents house after all that seafood indulgence and I start tossing suitcases open to figure out what to downsize. I paw through the contents. I can't possibly leave that behind or that. Hey, DH doesn't care what he wears. In fact, he's been accused of being a fashion faux pas at times. I throw a couple of his outfits out of the suitcase (we'll do laundry) and some of DD's stuff (she gave me one to many today, so sorry, but she'll have to do laundry too). As a consolation, I pull out one of my pairs of Vans and leave it at my parents.
Geeze, this down sizing is tough work!
The final step in preparation for our flight to WDW is logging on to Southwest's website as soon as our window opens up (12:00 am) to print my boarding pass. Seattle to Orlando is a long flight, and no middle seats for me. I'm gonna be in the "A Group", if I have to paste my eyes open to do it. Hey, I'm a Cinderella Wanna Be after all, and I live for the stroke of midnight.
Me (DW) - late thirty something that doesn't wanta grow up, thinks Peter Pan is my ideal date, profiles as Cinderella, and a full time mother to a Disney Obsessed 9 year old child and his 13 year old sibling who gladly goes along with her younger brother's compulsion. In the corporate world, I'd be coined the Disney Event Planner. I plan everything, I pack everything, and when it comes time to disinfect the hotel room, I'm the obsessive compulsive, carrying around the container of Clorox wipes in my carry-on bag.
DH - Patient, loving, supportive, breadwinner to the Disney Obsessed son and the high maintanence DW who thinks she's Cinderella. Profiles as Aladdin, so has to put up with the fact that his DW is fantasizing about Peter Pan.
DD - She's at that uh...age
You know that one where are a way of life . The great thing about being that age is that it is the smartest you'll ever be and then you start realizing how much you really don't know as you get older. So enjoy all you know while you're still thirteen . DS - Still in the innocence of his youth and the most obsessed of our group about Disney. He is the momentum and the cheerleader for all things Disney. Thank god we have him along, other wise we'd be compulsive lounge lizards.
Pre-Trip Day 2:
You are all reading that Great Coffee post and thinking we've made it to WDW and you're getting all excited!!! Ok, where's the great coffee? Fess up! Did the folks at WDW finally dismantle the Nescrappe concept? Sorry Dis'ers we're still in Seattle and on our way to Orlando. For those of you who know and love Seattle, you likely recognize that Seattle is the Great Coffee City.
So after a restless night at the parents house dreaming about my next plane journey, and how yet I am going to streamline those bulging five suitcases down to four (so I can fit a suitcase worth of Disney trinkets in case number five, as well as a bountiful supply of "stuff" from the Super Target) I finally wake up and look forward to my first cup of coffee.
Well fortified, I grab DH and DD, and we hit the local mall to stock up on last minute supplies for our trip to Orlando. No put down on Hawaii, but we don't have a lot of shopping options here. In fact, we have very little, so when we get to the Mainland, we go shopping nuts.
My first stop is Nordstrom, and I go to Ladies Shoes and just stand there and drool for several minutes. DD is with me and she has no shoes to speak of from the homeland, unless you count slippers (our name for flip flops). She needs real walking shoes for the anticipated mega miles walking the WDW parks, and not wanting to go through the "I think I want this shoe, but it doesn't fit right, but maybe I want that one" stage that she's going through, I tell her, "Honey, why don't you try on some shoes and call me on my cell, when you've found what you like." Then I'm off to one of my favorite coffee bars - Nordstroms Espresso Bar to further fuel my caffeine addiction, nosh on some yummie pastry and nurse my double latte and head over to Cosmetics to acquire some good fake tan in a bottle. One of the posters on these boards was talking about Pasty White Tourists at WDW in the pools and well it gave me a complex, so I'm trying to fake something that I'm really not, which is tan. I know, I know, I live in Hawaii, I should be tan, but I work all the time, like most the people who live here, therefore, am not tan. As I'm enjoying my latte, I spy Victoria's Secret out of the corner of my eye. So we make a stop there to load up on loungerie, before I head to WDW with DH's avid moral support. He's Aladdin, right, so he's thinking "I'm gonna wisk Cinderella off on my carpet." Yah, right, Cinderella doesn't do the magic carpet thing, I expect a carriage. Anyway, I loaded up on the comfortable, but sexy, and headed back for the tan in a tube. By that time, DD has called me on the cell and has located not one, but two pair of shoes to take to WDW.
Okay, what was that I said about downsizing my suitcases before we head on to Orlando?
Last but not least, I had to stop off at the Vans Store to refill my Vans supply. The best thing that has happened of recent is a resurgence of the Vans tennis shoe line. I wore them in my previous life, and now, as fashion has it, they are back in. Since I lust for Peter Pan in my heart, and therefore, at a subconcious level don't really want to grow up, I justify that I can wear Vans tennis shoes until I'm 90 and it will never look too childish or immature.
Criminy, with a whole new supply of loungerie, tubes of tanning lotion, plus the promotion that went with them, and several pairs of new shoes in toe (between DD and myself) what am I going to do about that suitcase dilemma?
Evening falls and Disney parents (trust me, these people are Dinsey veterans, they have archive family slides of Disneyland when it first opened). Mom was in her dress, gloves and high heels, viewing the whole Future World through rose colored cat eye glasses. Can you imagine braving the parks in high heels and a party gloves? Well, my mom and her generation did it. No Teva's for those folks. Disney was a dress up party then.
Anyway, Seattle does great seafood, so we head off to our favorite local restaurant on Puget Sound to load up on fresh oysters, dungeness crab, and some salmon. I'm thinking to myself, I better not eat tooo much seafood or I'll never make it on to the plane to WDW tomorrow. Yet, that oyster on the half shell is calling me, then my mom is telling me, "Well, I don't think you're eating enough, you should order the crab cocktail..." Okay, twist my arm a bit. I keep the waitress busy refilling my wine glass. After all, the California chardonnay is a nice complement to the seafood, and I have to streamline a suitcase or two when I get back to my parents house.
We finally make it to my parents house after all that seafood indulgence and I start tossing suitcases open to figure out what to downsize. I paw through the contents. I can't possibly leave that behind or that. Hey, DH doesn't care what he wears. In fact, he's been accused of being a fashion faux pas at times. I throw a couple of his outfits out of the suitcase (we'll do laundry) and some of DD's stuff (she gave me one to many
today, so sorry, but she'll have to do laundry too). As a consolation, I pull out one of my pairs of Vans and leave it at my parents. Geeze, this down sizing is tough work!
The final step in preparation for our flight to WDW is logging on to Southwest's website as soon as our window opens up (12:00 am) to print my boarding pass. Seattle to Orlando is a long flight, and no middle seats for me. I'm gonna be in the "A Group", if I have to paste my eyes open to do it. Hey, I'm a Cinderella Wanna Be after all, and I live for the stroke of midnight.
3 more weeks and counting.
I laughed when I saw your remark about your DD and Ala Moana because I just discovered that place not too long ago and I thought I'd hit a gold mine compared to what we have on the outer islands. My boss introduced me to that place on one of our business trips to Oahu and I'm said to him why didn't you tell me about this place sooner ?!? Hey, they even have a Vans store. Fortunately they are dropping the interisland airfare a bit... finally! 
