I'm going to be honest with you. Our trip didn't exactly get off on the right foot.
Yes, we made it through the dreaded check-in. And got a terrific room. I'll show you tomorrow. But it seems like we almost handle a gruelling driving trip down there better than a flight.
It happened like this.
Of course our luggage wasn't in the room yet from Magical Express, and that is why we had carry-on bags with us.
We got up to the room, and it was still early. So, we changed and got into suits, went down by the pool. The main pool. Right below us.
And it was good.
After about an hour, Diane wondered if our luggage was up yet, and went to go check. No, not yet. Second hour goes by, and it's getting about time for us to go and change for dinner.
Tonight, we are trying the Hoop De Doo Review.
I admit. This was my idea. You see, I am not as big a fan of the free dining package as she is. To me, things are hard enough to plan down there, much less have to make a whole bunch of dinner reservations.
But, ADRs are a must at this time. Or you're going to walk around feasting on an Itsakadoozie for dinner.
Well, the clothes, outfit? Costume? Whatever. That she wanted to wear for dinner that night , haven't made an appearance yet.
She calls the front desk, and finds out that the luggage is here, but it will be a while till they bring it up to us.
An hour. Or a tad more.
She says: "Our baggage is down in luggage."
Or was it: " Our luggage is down in baggage.?"
Sorry, can't remember.
But, she wants to go fetch it.
Now, this is the whole reason for a carryon bag, because we knew that our stuff might not be there in time for dinner.
How could I have been such a fool?
What she really wants to wear, is in the luggage,,, er,,, baggage,, whatever, shopping bags,,, so, fetch it we do.
Ok, got a little time I think, let's do it quickly.
On the way there, down to lubbage, we cut through the lobby, and I think, "Hey,Tiggerbell." I remembered her telling us on my way late May trip report that she was checking out that day, the day we checked in.
From Pop.
So, I"m scanning all around, looking for her. We got in the lobby, and I asked Diane if she saw Tiggerbell. No. Now, remembering the picture that Jamie embraces on her numerous trip reports, the one where she's standing in front of a hand dryer, trying to dry herself off after Kali River Rapids, Well, since we were right in front of the bathrooms, I asked Diane to take a peak and see if Tiggerbell was in there.
She ducked in and came right out. " Nope, not there." But there was a guy in there with an incred
I said, "Ok, I really meant the womans bathroom."
" Oh."
She ducked in there, came right out. " Nope, just a couple of normal women in there."
Oh well, guess we missed her.
Down at lubbage, it is crowded. I have no idea how they can possibly keep anything straight.
It looked worse than my checkbook.
There were bags on carts, bags on the ground, bags behind the bars, in the cage, some just roaming freely, it looked like Diane's purse exploded to me.
But, eventually, they found our bags.
All three of them.
And yes, they were well under the airline weight limitation, but , they seemed plenty heavy to me. She grabbed one, I took the others.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, I grabbed the one with her earring collection.
And igneous rock collection.
And bowling ball collection.
As we were making our way around the pool, I picked up my right arm to clear a lawn chair,,,,, bad move.
I got that little "zap" in the lower left back that I am dearly familiar with, and that I dearly hate.
Uh oh. I kept on, but to tell you the truth, I was dearly afraid.
I've been here, done this. We both have.
I come from a long line of sacriligeous people.. wait,,,, um sacrililiac?? Is that it? PEOPLE WITH BAD BACKS! Anyway, that zap I felt, could either be a precation, ,,,, or cripple me for at least a week.
I will get a better idea in about an hour, and for sure by next morning.
Now, I wasn't really hurting too much yet, But " I have not begun to whine."
And, I wasn't happy with her. This was the whole reason for using Magical Express, we didnn't think our stuff would be there in time for dinner, ergo, the carryon bags.
Yep. She owed me.
She finally saw me walking gingerly, and asked.
So I told her.
" Oh honey, I'm sorry."
good start
"We could have used one of the dollies you know."
GRRRRR
sorry guys gotta run,
steveoh pitt
Hey I live in Berwyn and work in Hoffman Estates and you live in Carpentersville and work in Bellwood - I bet we pass each other on the express (did I say "express?") way 
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