TaraLee4
DisneyPrincess
- Joined
- Mar 6, 2006
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So far...
Chapter 1: My story (Below)
Chapter 2: The day before SWAT team mission (Page 2)
Chapter 3: I was gonna put the top down... (page 3)
Chapter 4: are we there yet? are those the DISNEYWORLD ARCHES? i don't know i can't see three feet in front of me (page 4)
Chapter 5: Can you say "free park passes?" (page 6)
Chapter 6: It's a small world, please? oh, and Steve almost beats up captain hook! (Page 7)
Bonus read: Olly the cat, day 1 (page 8)
Chapter 7: peter pan, pooh and snow white? No thanks!! Philharmagic, yes! Space mountain well ..(jeeeez this is still day 2?!) (page 8)
Chapter 8
ay 3!! FINALLY! Epcot: does Tara find a new favorite ride? And Steve finds his. (page 9)
Chapter 9: the phone call from H-E-L-L (page 11)
Chapter 10: We finally met mia! plus: the fireworks debate (page 12)
This is my story. All mine. But I do know how to share (be it Disney magic or otherwise), so with some prodding of my good friends from ANOTHER board (heh. Heh.) Im going to attempt this trip-writing thing. It may be terrible, but dont say I didnt warn you.
The Cast:
Me Tara, Im 19, and I do Disney. Every freaking chance I can. This isnt that often. Because Im in college and that means Im poor. Coffee shop (assistant) manager by early-morning day/ College student by early-evening night. Im not exactly rolling in the money, but hey, tax returns are nice.
DFi Steve. Hes 23. has never been to Disney. Sigh. Likes soccer, hockey and basketball, which, due to my oversight (or maybe dislike, hehe) I happened to book our vacation the week of the world cup, NBA finals and NHL finals. Oooo, hes a prize when his team isnt winning.
Some others
A magical CM, Mothers of both sides of the pond, his (un)faithful 2002 Lancer, Kaylie (Dsd5) who is not with us on this trip, oh yes. Alberto. Olly Rock (otherwise known as Olly).
So where do we start? Well, the beginning sounds nice.
Its all my fault we went to Disney. At least, thats what Steve told his friends. He had no say in the matter. Its true, he didnt. In early February, after I had spent a whole freaking afternoon doing our taxes I decided we were going to go on vacation. Thats because I added up how much we were getting back collectively. And it was a lot. Lets say I could have paid my tuition to my community college for an entire year. New York colleges arent cheap kids.
Thats where it began. It just snowballed from there. At first someone said the word Hawaii at work and we said, hey Hawaii sounds good. Yeah, it sounds good. Except I didnt really want to spend all our money on airfare. Hey, guess what? Flying across the continental US isnt cheap. Duh. Not to mention that if we left the airport by our house (and, oh, the one that I work at) we wouldnt get there till the NEXT DAY. Something like 3 plane changes. Ugh. So, I went in pursue of another vacation destination. So fast forward to the next weekend. My totally awesome almost-step-daughter, Kaylie was over at the house and says to me Can I play on the Mickey mouse site on the computer?
And it clicked.
(and yes, I let her play)
So I informed Steve that we were going to go to Disneyworld. Yes, in June, before all the little brats here got out of school. He said .
yeah, okay. I dont think Ive ever been there.
I know I choked on whatever I was drinking because I realized something: in all this time Ive known him, Ive always just ASSUMED that he had been to Disneyworld. Until that day, I just figured everyone went. At least once. I mean, who doesnt take their kid to Disney? There wasnt a single kid in my town that hadnt been at least once. Im so naïve. He said that he didnt care, but something seemed to bug him. What it was exactly was this:
yeah we can go there. But whats the big deal? Couldnt we just go to Great Escape? (Great escape is a theme park about 30 minutes away from our house. Its owned by six flags)
I got all fired up and tried to explain that Disney isnt JUST a theme park. Its a whole seperate world. But I seem to have problems putting the magic that I feel there into words. I got so frustrated that it wasnt coming out right that I remember yelling, YOURE GOING SO I DONT HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY
And I booked non-refundable plane tickets. HA. I waved them in his face when he walked in the door from work. We were strapped in now. The rest of the planning followed .Booked at the POP, ADRs, you guys get it.
Let me digress momentarily
Ive never planned a vacation. Ever. In my short span of time on this Earth, Ive never gone on vacation without my mother (obsessive planner). So this is my first attempt. I know at some parts you all are going to start screaming at the computer OH MY GOD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! Kind of like Steve when the team he wants to lose scores. Please keep in mind that even with all my DIS knowledge Ive acquired, Im still a newbie vacation planner. In all forms, not just Disney vacations.
Back to the story
June 13th it was just 156 days away when I booked. Guess we werent eating at the castle. Oh well. I instructed Steve to make sure he put in for his vacation time. Sometime in March we realized that we have a cat, and hell probably need to be fed while were away. Because we like him and quite possibly would like to have him around after we go on vacation. So my mother says shell watch him (I mean, hell fit right in with her 3 cats). BUT she wasnt coming to get him. So I guess were driving 45 minutes to bring the cat to the best of the best. That should be fun.
Did you know that those 156 went by really fast? Yeah, they did. It didnt SEEM like they were gong fast, but in retrospect, oh they did.
So I planned in those days. Around the hours and hours and hours that I spent at work because apparently when Tara announces shes going on vacation people feel the need to quit/stop showing up. Because I didnt want to plan my vacation at all. Lets just say I sacrificed sleep for DIS. It was worth every minute, too.
And anyway it was June 12th before I knew it .
Chapter 1: My story (Below)
Chapter 2: The day before SWAT team mission (Page 2)
Chapter 3: I was gonna put the top down... (page 3)
Chapter 4: are we there yet? are those the DISNEYWORLD ARCHES? i don't know i can't see three feet in front of me (page 4)
Chapter 5: Can you say "free park passes?" (page 6)
Chapter 6: It's a small world, please? oh, and Steve almost beats up captain hook! (Page 7)
Bonus read: Olly the cat, day 1 (page 8)
Chapter 7: peter pan, pooh and snow white? No thanks!! Philharmagic, yes! Space mountain well ..(jeeeez this is still day 2?!) (page 8)
Chapter 8

Chapter 9: the phone call from H-E-L-L (page 11)
Chapter 10: We finally met mia! plus: the fireworks debate (page 12)
This is my story. All mine. But I do know how to share (be it Disney magic or otherwise), so with some prodding of my good friends from ANOTHER board (heh. Heh.) Im going to attempt this trip-writing thing. It may be terrible, but dont say I didnt warn you.
The Cast:
Me Tara, Im 19, and I do Disney. Every freaking chance I can. This isnt that often. Because Im in college and that means Im poor. Coffee shop (assistant) manager by early-morning day/ College student by early-evening night. Im not exactly rolling in the money, but hey, tax returns are nice.
DFi Steve. Hes 23. has never been to Disney. Sigh. Likes soccer, hockey and basketball, which, due to my oversight (or maybe dislike, hehe) I happened to book our vacation the week of the world cup, NBA finals and NHL finals. Oooo, hes a prize when his team isnt winning.
Some others
A magical CM, Mothers of both sides of the pond, his (un)faithful 2002 Lancer, Kaylie (Dsd5) who is not with us on this trip, oh yes. Alberto. Olly Rock (otherwise known as Olly).
So where do we start? Well, the beginning sounds nice.
Its all my fault we went to Disney. At least, thats what Steve told his friends. He had no say in the matter. Its true, he didnt. In early February, after I had spent a whole freaking afternoon doing our taxes I decided we were going to go on vacation. Thats because I added up how much we were getting back collectively. And it was a lot. Lets say I could have paid my tuition to my community college for an entire year. New York colleges arent cheap kids.
Thats where it began. It just snowballed from there. At first someone said the word Hawaii at work and we said, hey Hawaii sounds good. Yeah, it sounds good. Except I didnt really want to spend all our money on airfare. Hey, guess what? Flying across the continental US isnt cheap. Duh. Not to mention that if we left the airport by our house (and, oh, the one that I work at) we wouldnt get there till the NEXT DAY. Something like 3 plane changes. Ugh. So, I went in pursue of another vacation destination. So fast forward to the next weekend. My totally awesome almost-step-daughter, Kaylie was over at the house and says to me Can I play on the Mickey mouse site on the computer?
And it clicked.
(and yes, I let her play)
So I informed Steve that we were going to go to Disneyworld. Yes, in June, before all the little brats here got out of school. He said .
yeah, okay. I dont think Ive ever been there.
I know I choked on whatever I was drinking because I realized something: in all this time Ive known him, Ive always just ASSUMED that he had been to Disneyworld. Until that day, I just figured everyone went. At least once. I mean, who doesnt take their kid to Disney? There wasnt a single kid in my town that hadnt been at least once. Im so naïve. He said that he didnt care, but something seemed to bug him. What it was exactly was this:
yeah we can go there. But whats the big deal? Couldnt we just go to Great Escape? (Great escape is a theme park about 30 minutes away from our house. Its owned by six flags)
I got all fired up and tried to explain that Disney isnt JUST a theme park. Its a whole seperate world. But I seem to have problems putting the magic that I feel there into words. I got so frustrated that it wasnt coming out right that I remember yelling, YOURE GOING SO I DONT HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY
And I booked non-refundable plane tickets. HA. I waved them in his face when he walked in the door from work. We were strapped in now. The rest of the planning followed .Booked at the POP, ADRs, you guys get it.
Let me digress momentarily
Ive never planned a vacation. Ever. In my short span of time on this Earth, Ive never gone on vacation without my mother (obsessive planner). So this is my first attempt. I know at some parts you all are going to start screaming at the computer OH MY GOD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! Kind of like Steve when the team he wants to lose scores. Please keep in mind that even with all my DIS knowledge Ive acquired, Im still a newbie vacation planner. In all forms, not just Disney vacations.
Back to the story
June 13th it was just 156 days away when I booked. Guess we werent eating at the castle. Oh well. I instructed Steve to make sure he put in for his vacation time. Sometime in March we realized that we have a cat, and hell probably need to be fed while were away. Because we like him and quite possibly would like to have him around after we go on vacation. So my mother says shell watch him (I mean, hell fit right in with her 3 cats). BUT she wasnt coming to get him. So I guess were driving 45 minutes to bring the cat to the best of the best. That should be fun.
Did you know that those 156 went by really fast? Yeah, they did. It didnt SEEM like they were gong fast, but in retrospect, oh they did.
So I planned in those days. Around the hours and hours and hours that I spent at work because apparently when Tara announces shes going on vacation people feel the need to quit/stop showing up. Because I didnt want to plan my vacation at all. Lets just say I sacrificed sleep for DIS. It was worth every minute, too.
And anyway it was June 12th before I knew it .