Part 1. Donalds Breakfastosuckus
Up and at em pal! Oh boy, are we glad youre here
Nope, not hearing THAT cheery little wakeup this trip, which is my only gripe about staying at Shades of Green well, that and trying to find the secret passageway to lunch. And not seeing any alligators.
Dan goes on the balcony to smoke. When I looked out the door to see him, he was on his cell phone to answer a work dilemma. He saw me watching him, finished his conversation, and came back inside. You have your Angry Eyes on, he says to me. Feeling the need to justify the call he says, It was very important dont worry, there shouldnt be any more this trip just promise me youll put your Angry Eyes away!
Its an early start this morning because we have an 8:20 ADR at Donalds Breakfastosauras. Im pretty excited because this was one of our favorite character meals last time. Dan isnt excited, of course, because he has no idea where were going. All he knows is that he has to be ready to go when I say (oh yeah, my omnipresent power has returned for ten glorious days). Which means my Passporter is off-limits it has all of our ADRs written in it. Last time, the Disney Channel was off-limits. Now that he can watch all the Disney Channel he wants, we arent staying at a resort that plays it. Oh, and he still doesnt stop asking where were going even though he knows Im not going to tell him squat.
Getting ready in the bathroom, I find a couple of ants and smush them. Ants on the 5th floor?
Dan and I walk to the Poly to catch the Animal Kingdom bus. (No alligators today, either.) This bus is taking for-ever.
My cutie pants, waiting for the bus, but doesn't know which one yet.
You know, the last time I had an early seating with Donalds Breakfastosaurus the bus was late too. If theres one thing about me is that I detest being late, especially when it is out of my control. Little Miss Organized tends to stress out over it, which annoys Dan to no end.
No harm done, Dan and I land in Animal Kingdom with twenty minutes before our ADR. We enter the Kingdom and there goes Pal Mickey, buzzing away in my arms. He absolutely loves this park and he isnt afraid to tell you all about it. Unfortunately, there is no time to stop and observe the things hes telling me about. (Thats one reason I cannot stand having reservations in the World always seems like youre clock-watching or running somewhere.) We round the corner to Donalds and there is a mass of people waiting outside for their reservations. Two cast members were taking names among a sea of hungry guests, and there were long lines for both of them. How things have changed in two years! Last time, we waited at the entrance and our host walked us to the restaurant at our scheduled time. Granted, the cast members no longer had to walk half the park to retrieve their folks, but my god this is chaotic. After waiting in line to give my name, I finally found Dan in the crowd.
Despite the chaotic appearance, we are seated relatively quickly. Our waiter is quite perky, he greets us right away and tells us to get in line for chow. Dont have to tell me twice. I may be thin, but I dont skip meals.
The first disappointment at Donalds no more made-to-order omelettes. It was my favorite dish last time. So I pile up my plate with as many vegetarian-friendly foodstuff as I can, including some wacky potato dish, scrambled eggs from a can, and some rubbery pancakes. Theyre not Mickey-shaped pancakes, either, but then what did I expect at Donalds place? I would even settle for Donald-shaped pancakes. I accompany my carb-fest breakfast with some fruit from the cold buffet. I dont wait for Dan, I start digging in as soon as I sit down.
My second disappointment at Donalds the food. At first, the potato dish rocked. But then I cant explain it they started developing an aftertaste after a few bites. The eggs were just tasteless during and after swallowing. And the shapeless pancakes were as rubbery as they looked. The fruit was fresh but picked too early. Ugh, Im going to be hungry well before lunch.
The waiter walks by holding up a ketchup squeeze bottle and asks Dan if he wants any ketchup. Before Dan can answer, he squirts the bottle and a line of red thread spits out. Dan jumped back immediately. The waiter keeps walking, but between giggles I yell out, Do it again! I love laughing at Dans expense. Now Im really excited if our waiter is this cool, what will Donald and the gang be like?
The characters are out here they come, disappointment number three. Pluto meanders over. I ask him if I can scratch behind his ear and as I scratch him, he just stands there waiting for Dan to take the picture.
Dude, do something.
Alright, just pose for the picture and move on then. I didnt realize you didnt want to actually interact with us. Next comes Mickey. I tell Mickey hes our favorite, but he just stands long enough for a wave and a picture as if I didnt say anything. Finally, Donald comes over. I asked him why hes so crabby. I get a shrug. Not discouraged I say, Maybe youre just misunderstood? and he stand there and nods.
Wow. Talk about personality. No wonder they dont make pancakes made in your likeness. You kinda suck.
Don't let the smile fool you. Donald was lame-O.
Meanwhile, screams from the other room get my attention. The waiters are taking pictures of the guests with cameras that shoot water. Since when do the waiters have more personality than the characters?
Dan admits after eating the potatoes for awhile that they do have this funky aftertaste and that he couldnt finish his, either. This is the first meal that we get to use our Disney Dining Experience card and almost forget to give it to the waiter a common problem throughout our trip. Once the waiter will drop the bill and leave, well be all like Wait! Were super lame and forgot to give you this BEFORE you rang up our order! Do you mind going back into the kitchen and recalculating? And then coming back out to give it to us again, just so we can hand you a credit card so that you have to go back into the kitchen again? And then come back to the table to give us our card back? You dont mind, do you? At least weve eaten by that time no worries about the waiter blowing snot in our food.
Next installment: Part 2. When I grow up, I wanna be a fruit bat. --Dan
Up and at em pal! Oh boy, are we glad youre here
Nope, not hearing THAT cheery little wakeup this trip, which is my only gripe about staying at Shades of Green well, that and trying to find the secret passageway to lunch. And not seeing any alligators.
Dan goes on the balcony to smoke. When I looked out the door to see him, he was on his cell phone to answer a work dilemma. He saw me watching him, finished his conversation, and came back inside. You have your Angry Eyes on, he says to me. Feeling the need to justify the call he says, It was very important dont worry, there shouldnt be any more this trip just promise me youll put your Angry Eyes away!
Its an early start this morning because we have an 8:20 ADR at Donalds Breakfastosauras. Im pretty excited because this was one of our favorite character meals last time. Dan isnt excited, of course, because he has no idea where were going. All he knows is that he has to be ready to go when I say (oh yeah, my omnipresent power has returned for ten glorious days). Which means my Passporter is off-limits it has all of our ADRs written in it. Last time, the Disney Channel was off-limits. Now that he can watch all the Disney Channel he wants, we arent staying at a resort that plays it. Oh, and he still doesnt stop asking where were going even though he knows Im not going to tell him squat.
Getting ready in the bathroom, I find a couple of ants and smush them. Ants on the 5th floor?
Dan and I walk to the Poly to catch the Animal Kingdom bus. (No alligators today, either.) This bus is taking for-ever.
My cutie pants, waiting for the bus, but doesn't know which one yet.
You know, the last time I had an early seating with Donalds Breakfastosaurus the bus was late too. If theres one thing about me is that I detest being late, especially when it is out of my control. Little Miss Organized tends to stress out over it, which annoys Dan to no end.
No harm done, Dan and I land in Animal Kingdom with twenty minutes before our ADR. We enter the Kingdom and there goes Pal Mickey, buzzing away in my arms. He absolutely loves this park and he isnt afraid to tell you all about it. Unfortunately, there is no time to stop and observe the things hes telling me about. (Thats one reason I cannot stand having reservations in the World always seems like youre clock-watching or running somewhere.) We round the corner to Donalds and there is a mass of people waiting outside for their reservations. Two cast members were taking names among a sea of hungry guests, and there were long lines for both of them. How things have changed in two years! Last time, we waited at the entrance and our host walked us to the restaurant at our scheduled time. Granted, the cast members no longer had to walk half the park to retrieve their folks, but my god this is chaotic. After waiting in line to give my name, I finally found Dan in the crowd.
Despite the chaotic appearance, we are seated relatively quickly. Our waiter is quite perky, he greets us right away and tells us to get in line for chow. Dont have to tell me twice. I may be thin, but I dont skip meals.
The first disappointment at Donalds no more made-to-order omelettes. It was my favorite dish last time. So I pile up my plate with as many vegetarian-friendly foodstuff as I can, including some wacky potato dish, scrambled eggs from a can, and some rubbery pancakes. Theyre not Mickey-shaped pancakes, either, but then what did I expect at Donalds place? I would even settle for Donald-shaped pancakes. I accompany my carb-fest breakfast with some fruit from the cold buffet. I dont wait for Dan, I start digging in as soon as I sit down.
My second disappointment at Donalds the food. At first, the potato dish rocked. But then I cant explain it they started developing an aftertaste after a few bites. The eggs were just tasteless during and after swallowing. And the shapeless pancakes were as rubbery as they looked. The fruit was fresh but picked too early. Ugh, Im going to be hungry well before lunch.
The waiter walks by holding up a ketchup squeeze bottle and asks Dan if he wants any ketchup. Before Dan can answer, he squirts the bottle and a line of red thread spits out. Dan jumped back immediately. The waiter keeps walking, but between giggles I yell out, Do it again! I love laughing at Dans expense. Now Im really excited if our waiter is this cool, what will Donald and the gang be like?
The characters are out here they come, disappointment number three. Pluto meanders over. I ask him if I can scratch behind his ear and as I scratch him, he just stands there waiting for Dan to take the picture.
Dude, do something.
Alright, just pose for the picture and move on then. I didnt realize you didnt want to actually interact with us. Next comes Mickey. I tell Mickey hes our favorite, but he just stands long enough for a wave and a picture as if I didnt say anything. Finally, Donald comes over. I asked him why hes so crabby. I get a shrug. Not discouraged I say, Maybe youre just misunderstood? and he stand there and nods.
Wow. Talk about personality. No wonder they dont make pancakes made in your likeness. You kinda suck.
Don't let the smile fool you. Donald was lame-O.
Meanwhile, screams from the other room get my attention. The waiters are taking pictures of the guests with cameras that shoot water. Since when do the waiters have more personality than the characters?
Dan admits after eating the potatoes for awhile that they do have this funky aftertaste and that he couldnt finish his, either. This is the first meal that we get to use our Disney Dining Experience card and almost forget to give it to the waiter a common problem throughout our trip. Once the waiter will drop the bill and leave, well be all like Wait! Were super lame and forgot to give you this BEFORE you rang up our order! Do you mind going back into the kitchen and recalculating? And then coming back out to give it to us again, just so we can hand you a credit card so that you have to go back into the kitchen again? And then come back to the table to give us our card back? You dont mind, do you? At least weve eaten by that time no worries about the waiter blowing snot in our food.
Next installment: Part 2. When I grow up, I wanna be a fruit bat. --Dan
, O DisMistress of the Keyboard!
! However if I do go see them , I will be sure to schedule the 'viewing' AFTER my bathroom break!!! 
Such fascinating creatures, huh? 
