Looking exceptionally well-groomed, we arrive at BOG at 1:40 for our 1:20 reservation. Having a bit of asthma from the rush from the monorail to security, to the MK, I sit down and fumble through my recently violated Vera Bradley Hipster, looking for my inhaler. Meanwhile, my oldest daughter decides to check in as sweetly as possible in hopes that the CMs will take mercy on us. Evidently, she was able to work a little magic because the girls and I are wolfing down tasty sandwiches and cupcakes faster than you can sing, "So, I'm roughly the size of a barge!"
Afterward, we look around the dining rooms and take a few photos. Having eaten there once before, I am the seasoned BOGer and impress the newbies with a tour. "Me and dad ate in there. This room is big. There's that rose thing."
At this point, I'm developing a headache and my middle daughter announces that, since she's pretty much the family Disney expert, (she is) she will use the lines ap and
MDE and lead us on a fun-filled afternoon. This is fine with me. My head hurts more and more by the second and the last thing I want to do is look at MDE.
But first, our guide (and soon-to-be teacher) has us stop at the gift shop where she buys a Beauty and the Beast story book. She then recreates Belle's poses, minus the soon-to-be $28.99 Herb-Crusted Lamb Racks who look on. (See photo) She pretends to read Belle's book while sitting on Gaston's fountain. I take photos. She reminds me that Belle is her favorite princess.
DD2 does a great job navigating fastpasses and wait times and she truly does know the layout of the park. We seem to breeze in and out of The Voyage of the Little Mermaid, Mickey's Philharmagic, and Peter Pan. It's really fun, and almost like having our own red-vested park guide. My throbbing head pain is now joined by another pain in the form of DD3.
She's giving us all the silent treatment but confides in me that she thinks her sister is bossy or they are leaving her out or whatever. The truth is she’s tired and has a headache too.
Then, we hit It's a Small World and my headache increases exponentially. Its not the song. I swear that building is loaded with mold and mildew and my asthma and allergies kick in, big time. Then we have to hurry off to ride Dumbo and it's the worst thing I could do.
Sometimes, texting a friend can help you let off a little steam.
Quiz.
Match the contents of each text to: (from left to right) DD2, DD1, DD3.
A. "OMG, they are so crazy. They should know by now that I am the one that just GETS Disney."
B. " ...and that's why I moved 900 miles away."
C. "I hate everyone."
Between the heat, humidity and allergies, I am feeling really sick. I decide to head back to the hotel to rest and cool off and breathe glorious air conditioning until hubby gets done at the conference. DD3 decides to come with me and I think she's made a good call. We break the news to the others.
DD2 says, "Aww, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you...HAUNTED MANSION? 13 MINUTE WAIT?"
DD1 says, "LET'S GO!"
And that's the last we see of them for the afternoon.
DD3 and I head out, walking through the Emporium so I can actually breathe. I get a phone call. Surprise! Hubby got out of the conference early and he's on Main Street. "Where are you?" he asks.
We meet up and explain our afternoon plan and remind him of the 7 pm dinner reservation at the Plaza. He decides to link up with the other two girls but I can tell he's disappointed that I am leaving.
Coming up: "Is everyone in your Kingdom so tall?"
I just LOVE your report. You absolutely MUST write about your next trip!
, But I'm laughing, having a great day
