Alarm buzzes at 7:30. Yeah, I know I complained the whole time about the crowds, the rain, and the waits. But there is still a certain sadness you feel when youre leaving the World.
We walk down to the Garden Grill for breakfast. No scary Uncle Leo waitress today. But there are some scary-looking, boiled waffles on the buffet line. Honestly, does anyone think these look appetizing?
The Last Breakfast. Sad and disgusting at the same time, isn't it?
So we eat our mediocre buffet breakfast and head back upstairs. I have packing to finish, Dan has one last cigarette to burn. Off to the balcony he goes.
When hes done and the air has cleared, I meet him out on the balcony.
Exhausted vacation or not, I'm going home and I'm not a happy camper.
He casually mentions that we have a good hour before our town car picks us up, and that maybe we could head to the MK for one last hoorah. I tell him that if we were staying at the Contemporary, I would so take him up on that. After all, my Annual Pass expires in five days.
One last candid shot on the balcony.
Then we chatted about the trip. It was fun reminiscing about our experiences being fake Cast Members, being fake reservation makers, and just being the silly couple that we are. I swear Dan and I could have fun at a lawyers convention. We also talked about the transportation at SoG
and that once you understand the schedule of their busses, its actually a better way to go sometimes. That, and making sure you carry the schedule around with you. Some of our favorite memories included: Dan offending Minnie at the LTT, being approached as CMs (of course), the KTTK and Segway tours, Blizzard Beach, Soarin, being invited to sit in the front of the monorail, Dan letting the children stand in front for the MGM parade,
MNSSHP, and that sweet little boy next to me who was frantically waiving at the villains during the parade. Priceless stuff.
Its time to head to the lobby and wait for our car.
Can never have enough "I don't want to go home" shots.
See?
FL Tours comes on time and helps us with our bags and we step into the 52-degree refrigerator on wheels.
Disney World safely behind us, the No Swearing, No Crying rule is officially over. Now we can behave normally again.
FL Tours drops us off and we get to our gate. Since we have plenty of time still, I head toward the restroom for one last stop. On the way, I smile at people who make eye contact. Very few smile back. I feel like I just offended their mothers.
I get out of the stall and take the middle sink to wash my hands, but the automatic faucet doesnt work. I step to the sink to the left and rinse my hands. A minute later, a woman stepped to the nonworking sink and stuck her hands under it.
Oh, that sink doesnt work, I said cheerfully. I just tried it.
Without saying a word, looking up, or even acknowledging that I spoke at all, the woman stepped to the right and used another sink.
Youre welcome and have a magical day, I wanted to say. Just like Dorothy knew she wasnt in Kansas anymore, this woman made it perfectly clear to me that WDW was far behind us.
Back at the terminal, I sat next to Dan and pouted. Going home from WDW sucks.
Then we spot a 40-something couple making serious goo-goo eyes at each other. They kissed and fondled each other in a PG-13 kind of way the entire time. Ugh, it was making us sick.
Then, the best surprise of the day
Dan got a first-class upgrade and gave it to me. What a sweetheart! We boarded the plane, I heading toward first class, Dan headed toward steerage. Once we landed, he tells me that the 40-something couple never stopped making out and eventually met each other in the rear restroom to join the Mile High Club. Ugh, that wasnt worth knowing about.
Next and final installment: Epilogue