Insert Catchy Title Here Updated Mom's Day. With pictures. Many pictures. For Mom's!

[Fonzy13]

EDITOR'S NOTE: PLEASE READ BEFORE GOING ANY FURTHER: This trip report is grotesquely overwritten. The writer, that's me, has decided that after a pretty snappy start, to see to it that every Chapter beginning at Chapter 4 averages around 2,300 words. These chapters are not weeks, nor even days, but two to four hour park blocks. Please understand that this report may cause blindness, headaches, diarrhea, nausea, and in some exteme cases, death. Please consult a doctor before committing any more of your time.

Preamble - post 1- Welcome, This is How to Crash Your Car- 2/20/07
Chapter 1- post 3- Ouch! My Tooth Hurts-2/20/07
Chapter 2- post 10- Welcome to Albany International Airport. Are you carrying any weapons? 2/20/07
Chapter 3- post 15- Dinner at Boma 2/21/07
Chapter 4- post 17- A Newbie Hits the Kingdom 2/22/07
Chapter 5- post 27- Fantasmic, A Hurt Shin, and Yummy Dinner 2/23/07
Chapter 6- post 36- Lion Sized Mishaps 2/25/07
Chapter 7- post 38- Sickly SuperBowl Sunday 2/26/07
Chapter 8- post 46- Monday Morning Marathon 2/28/07
Chapter 9- post 53- Partying with Pirates and Princesses 3/6/07
Chapter 10- post 63- Year of a Million Dreams Winners 3/12/07
Chapter 11- post 87- La Nouba, La Freaking Awesome 3/26/07
Chapter 11a- post hmmm- pictures, pictures, pictures 5/10/07
Chapter 11b- ?????- more pictures from Animal Kingdom 5/13/07


Hello, and welcome one and all to what I hope will be a fantastically entertaining trip report. Due to wonderful time constraints at work, and my shear love for several television shows at the moment (including, but not limited to, 24, Prison Break, Heroes, and The OC, farewell my California friends ), I'm guessing this will take approximately 4 years to complete. Maybe less if I can not reread each post four times. (Note, I am editing this 12 hours after writing it, while I should be sleeping... I am pathetic.)

I love grammar.

So here is the important skinny on the trip. It was originally shceduled to take place from February 2nd to February 10th, with a split stay at the Villas at Wilderness Lodge and Saratoga Springs. By now you have guessed that I am either loaded, or perhaps you may have guessed something else. What's that you say? I had a quarter-life crisis and bought the Disney Vacation Club? Wow! What a guess, and a corret one as well. So this here was my first stay at Saratoga and Wilderness Lodge, as well as my first trip in February. Lots to look forward to.

Now I did say the trip was originally scheduled for those eight days, why did I do that?

Let's see- arrived on the second. And I left on the 10th. Hmmm... Oh that's right, it was originally scheduled as a solo trip, the ultimate in alone time where my insanely dorky self could get away from work (which is stressful), and relax at my other home (which is not stressful). So what happened? Oh yeah, a dear friend decided to join in two weeks before I left.

For the purposes of the remainder of this report we shall call her valued companion (which I now I see I have already changed. See chapter two). Though why she is valuable, I do not know. For the purposes of clearing up any misconceptions, we are extemely close friends who both needed a break. Beyond that, nothing.

To paraphrase that wise thinker Adam Sandler, "What, friends can go to Disney World together."

So there she is, the backdrop to the trip. I've seen many a report deal with the wonderful issues that always suddenly appear before the trip. Whether its a drive to a neighboring City to catch a flight, or sickness the likes a leper could only understand, they all add a bit of pre-magic to the magic.

So here's mine.

By choice I happen to be involved in politics, a writer mostly, though jack of all trades is probably more applicable. This trip, which is hearby not named because I am lacking clever thought at this moment, was scheduled for one day after the State of the City address in the place I call home. It took me about six weeks to craft the damn thing, and I was happy to be heading out of town once it was finished.

Unfortunately, the previous week brought me two not-so-wonderful gifts. A toothache the likes of which I have never experienced, and a car accident caused by me, and me alone.

First the tooth, which was more annoying. Called the dentist and explained I was going on vacation and if a tooth was going to bother me the whole time, I would be none to happy.

"C'mon in, we'll fix it," he said.

"Sweet," I replied.

In I went. Fixed a cavity. Went home to bed. Woke up. Still hurt. Terrific.

"Doc, it still hurts!"

"Well, that doesn't make too much sense, unless we fixed the wrong area."

"Doc, if we fixed the wrong area, then we really didn't fix much, now did we."

"Nope."

And I waited, but nothing else came. Great.

"So, Doc, what should I do."

"Well, I can give you some pain Meds."

"See ya soon."

12 pills of hydrocodiene (hmm, how is that spelled), I was ready for the pain end of things.

Until I drove my car into a poll (Note. I am leaving the spelling as is because it makes me laugh.)

That will be segment two... I'll leave ya hanging for now!

 

[Lauralee131]

Hello, and welcome one and all to what I hope will be a fantastically entertaining trip report. Due to wonderful time constraints at work, and my shear love for several television shows at the moment (including, but not limited to, 24, Prison Break, Heroes, and The OC, farewell my California friends ), I'm guessing this will take approximately 4 years to complete. Maybe less if I can not reread each post four times.

I love grammar.

So here is the important skinny on the trip. It was originally shceduled to take place from February 2nd to February 10th, with a split stay at the Villas at Wilderness Lodge and Saratoga Springs. By now you have guessed that I am either loaded, or perhaps you may have guessed something else. What's that you say? I had a quarter-life crisis and bought the Disney Vacation Club? Wow! What a guess, and a corret one as well. So this here was my first stay at Saratoga and Wilderness Lodge, as well as my first trip in February. Lots to look forward to.

Now I did say the trip was originally scheduled for those eight days, why did I do that?

Let's see- arrived on the second. And I left on the 10th. Hmmm... Oh that's right, it was originally scheduled as a solo trip, the ultimate in alone time where my insanely dorky self could get away from work (which is stressful), and relax at my other home (which is not stressful). So what happened? Oh yeah, a dear friend decided to join in two weeks before I left.

For the purposes of the remainder of this report we shall call her valued companion. Though why she is valuable, I do not know. For the purposes of clearing up any misconceptions, we are extemely close friends who both needed a break. Beyond that, nothing.

To paraphrase that wise thinker Adam Sandler, "What, friends can go to Disney World together."

So there she is, the backdrop to the trip. I've seen many a report deal with the wonderful issues that always suddenly appear before the trip. Whether its a drive to a neighboring City to catch a flight, or sickness the likes a leper could only understand, they all add a bit of pre-magic to the magic.

So here's mine.

By choice I happen to be involved in politics, a writer mostly, though jack of all trades is probably more applicable. This trip, which is hearby not named, was scheduled for one day after the State of the City address in the place I call home. It took me about six weeks to craft the damn thing, and I was happy to heading out of town once it was finished.

Unfortunately, the previous week brought me two not-so-wonderful gifts. A toothache the likes of which I have never experienced, and a car accident caused by me, and me alone.

First the tooth, which was more annoying. Called the dentist and explained I was going on vacation and if a tooth was going to bother me the whole, I would be none to happy.

"C'mon in, we'll fix it," he said.

"Sweet," I replied.

In I went. Fixed a cavity. Went home to bed. Woke up. Still hurt. Terrific.

"Doc, it still hurts!"

"Well, that doesn't make too much sense, unless we fixed the wrong area."

"Doc, if we fixed the wrong area, then we really didn't fix much, now did we."

"Nope."

And I waited, but nothing else came. Great.

"So, Doc, what should I do."

"Well, I can give you some pain Meds."

"See ya soon."

12 pills of hydrocodiene (hmm, how is that spelled), I was ready for the pain end of things.

Until I drove my car into a poll.

That will be segment two... I'll leave ya hanging for now!

Ok, I'm well stocked and ready...Don't leave us hanging too long!!!

 

[Fonzy13]

Pre-Trip Part 2.

If anyone needs a lesson in how to try and knock down a municipal building built during the urban renewal 1970's, I'm your guy.

Simply throw the car into drive, press the gas pedal to the degree in which you would like to inflict damage, and you are off. Mostly though, the knocking down of the building will likely not result unless you approach significant speeds.

Thankfully, I was only going about 6. Unfortunately, six is enough to cause a good chunk of damage when applied to certain areas. As this was a whopping two days before my trip, I skipped a meeting I was to attend and drove to my favorite auto body guy. The fact that I have a favorite auto body guy probably gives you enough info about my skill level in a heavy machine. Luckily for the residents of New York State, I went to school, got a degree, and do not have to drive a plow. Not that there is anything wrong with that, its just that I would be bad at it.

Favorite auto body guy tells me its about $1,400 in damage, but because my deductible is $500, he could probably do it for $900 if I pay out of pocket. There is probably something wrong with this situation, but I'm happy with it. He decides to knock another $100 off the top when I tell him to take his time, I'm going to Disney World.

Perfect.

The next day came and went, and suddenly it was a day before my vacation, which coincided with the fact that it was also one of the most important days of the year as it relates to my job. And I hadn't packed. Bad Disney Planner. Bad. Bad. Bad.

The speech went well. Very well. I have extra copies if anyone is interested in the current successes of an upstate New York city with a population of about 50,000. Just PM me... I won't hold my breath.

Well, after the meeting, I arrived home to find that I had two suitcases unpacked, and about 13 hours to go before my flight. The worst part? My new travelling companion, who will henceforth be known as First Timer, as it was her first trip to Disney World, was lagging farther behind than I was.

The main reason for this centers around the fact that the 10-day forecast was literally all over the map. We had some Northeast weather thrown in, a little southeast, and even a bit of East Asia. Admittedly, I made that up and have no exlpanation for it.

Finally, around 1:30 a.m. I finished packing. And though the flight was at 11 a.m., this was not a big deal. Like any excited Disney fan, I don't sleep much the night before the big trip.

I'll fast forward through the dreams that night. Why Donald Duck was trying to take over NASCAR, I'll never figure out. Especially because I don't watch NASCAR.

I awoke from my semi-slumber around 8:30 a.m. and waited for First Timer to come pick me up, as I had no car. Surprisingly, she was on time, though looked a little tired. I ignored the bags under her eyes, and told her to get used to it. We were going Commando touring for 8 days.

Just kidding. I'm well past that point. At least I thought I was. We'll let time do the telling...

Next Up. Pre-Trip wrap up! I may even have it done tonight. I have to go back to work now.

 

[princessjv]

I am looking forward to more...more...more...PLZZZZ. How is the snow? You know I'm in MN, everyone thinks SNOW when they think MN, WELL all be darn...we have close to NONE! (it is 35 today and melting, fast).

Being a writer, I am most certain you are a better speller than I. And probably better at punctuations...oh well, heck maybe you are just a better person... (off to therapy...but please sqeazey some more in soon...)

 

[TKDisneylover]

Great start to your trip report! Looking forward to hearing more, more, more!

 

[tinawv]

Jumping on board. Can't wait to read more.

 

[swillis]

LOVE your writing style and witty humor! This is going to be fun

 

[Ricky's Girl]

Count me in!

 

[KatGarcia]

I'm in! Can't wait!

 

[Fonzy13]

Pre-trip Part 3...

Did someone say snow? Yuck. Not until I got back. But silly me, I haven't even left yet, at least not here.

I realized a while ago that I had not yet given out my cast information. I suck at this. Here goes.

Cast:

Me: Christian name is Jeff. So we can use that if you like. I'm am not a fan of Happy Days, and the nickname is actually from my college days which weren't nearly as long ago as they seem. I started going to Disney in the summer of '02 and I just fell in love. Since then I have taken my brother numerous times before taking that fateful DVC plunge in September '05. When asked by people if I am at all concerned about taking the same vacation over and over again I answer them one of two ways.

If in a good mood, I explain all of the wonderful aspects of Disney that those who have never visited, or given the place a fair chance, could ever understand.

If in a lousy mood, I tell em to shut up. And quickly.

Other cast member is First-Timer. Never been to Disney World. Will she return? You never know, stay tuned for the exciting conclusion next week... Oh wait, that was only a few paragraphs. I have to give my three adoring fans a bit more than that.

Writing one of these things is awfully intimidating because of people like ZZUB with his millenia worth of replies and views. Hey ZZUB- there is no battle for my wallet, I hand it over at check-in, and leave poor. It sucks.

So where were we...

Oh yes, approaching flight time. First timer picked me up on time and we headed to the airport. After an exhausting 12-minute ride, we made our way to the economy parking lot. If the trip is less than 5 days, it's the regular lot. More than that? Well I'm not cheap, just preparing to give my hard earned cash to Walt.

Most people couldn't turn a trip to the economy lot into a story, but most people weren't flying out of town with temperatures hovering around 9. It was cold. And it took a long time for the shuttle to come pick us up. Again, not normally a big deal, except I can be rather anal sometimes, and insisted on waiting outside for the shuttle so that we did not miss it. I forget it travels at the same speed as government. Frozen for no reason.

Check-in was smooth as always, I have to throw excellent props out to Southwest. I absolutely adore everything about the company, right on down to the fact that they herd people onto a plane like cattle. It's ingenious, and they make money. And they will always have my business.

Time for "First-Timer Funny Anecdote" number one. There will be many of these.

"Hey, you want something to eat before we go through the security line," she says.

"Sure, I'll have a muffin. Blueberry only."

Five minutes later she returns with a muffin and two bottles of water.

"What are you going to do with the water?"

"Drink it."

"Well you better do so quickly."

First-timer hasn't flown in awhile. But it didn't end there. As we head through the security line, I breeze through, which is actually quite unusual. I find that recent flights I have had the extreme pleasure of being pulled aside by the TSA just about everytime I pass through one of their lines. I actually found out that there is a poster on all of the screeners lockers that shows what a white terrorist would look like. Apparently he is 27, 6'4, always wears jeans while flying, and is losing his hair a bit too quick. No worries.

First-timer on the other hand had nearly half the airport staring at her. Why? One word- Carry-on. It was loaded. Not with weapons (though admittedly she did have a nail file), but with enough liquids to make a the salesperson at the health and beauty aisle blush. She had everything. Hand cream, face wash, loads of crap I had never seen, and will surely never have use for. And each was well over the 3.2 ounce mark.

Bad luck for her. Sure, she could have ran back to the baggage check, except for the fact that when we checked in her suitcase weighed an astronomical 64.5 pounds. That's right, more than 64 pounds. And rather than fiddle with the bags we paid the extra $25 charge. But I was not about to go back there and ask to add more weigh an already overweigh piece of luggage.

So I looked at her and said, "Look at it this way, it's a nice way to start over."

"With what?"

"With everything."

Indeed.

The next hour passed rather quickly with nary a potential anecdote, save for one. My pills. Though not a big medicine guy (I prefer to take care of sicknesses naturally- it doesn't actually work), I decided to head off any change in pressure toothache at the pass. So I popped a pill. It had one affect. It turned me into a 12-year-old cheerleader, which is actually quite humorous considering I look nothing like a 12-year-old, or a cheerleader, for that matter.

I was bouncing off the walls, driving first-timer up the very same wall. She was attempting to do a crossword puzzle, because apparently those are allowed in the terminal. I just kept shouting out the answers before she could count the correct number of spaces. I can be obnoxious.

I thought I had calmed down as we were boarding when I overheard the woman behind me talking. We were in the back of the A-aisle. (Good Disney planners always check in 24 hours in advance.)

"I ain't got notin' ta read at allllll," she said to what I assume was her husband. "Notin..."

I glanced behind and realized she needed help. She was lacking most of her chompers, and this made me feel for her. So I dashed quickly from the line, and ran to the seat I had been occupying at the overly uncrowded Albany International Airport. In seconds I was back.

"Here you are m'am," I smiled. "These are todays papers. I already read them, not too much in there, but it may help."

She called me sweet. It made me smile. Not first-timer.

"You are a lunatic. You really are."

"Hey, you are the one that decided to spend eight days in the Happiest Place on Earth with me. I think that makes you the lunatic."

Then my new toothless friend jumped in.

"Awww, are ya'll headed down to Daytona."

First-timer chuckled.

I just said, "We sure are."

And we boarded the plane.

Tomorrow I'll actually get to trip. Three pre-trip reports is plently. I think.

We'll see.

Thanks for reading, it can be painful.

 

[Fonzy13]

TRIP- Chapter 1. Is this legit? We're not at Disney, but the airport is close enough for me.

There is nothing quite like landing at MCO, knowing that you are but a luggage wait, a car rental wait, and a getting lost wait away from Disney.

The plane actually landed about 20 minutes late, which is not the norm for Southwest, usually the direct flights are always on time. However, we were flying in hours after the tornados hit, and I believe there was still some strong weather in the area.

But that's neither here nor there, as we landed safely and hopped on the MCO-rail to pick up the bags and the rental car.

Perhaps this is a good time to tell you that I must, MUST, have a rental car. Originally I had intended to just use the Magical Express this vacation, but I simply enjoy the convenience of the car too much. So when Alamo released a $50 off coupon a week before the trip I jumped. Combining with a Pre-pay option I booked a mid-size SUV for 8 days at the low, low price of $139. To me, you can't afford not do that.

It was at this point that First-Timer began to realize that if I had an idea in my head that I thought would save time, we were doing it.

"Ok, you go wait for the luggage, I am going to go grab the car."

"You are just going to leave me?"

"Yup, and I'm going to save 30 minutes while doing it."

"Ugh."

"Just wait by the luggage, I'll be back before it even comes out."

As I trekked down to the floor below to grab the car, I could feel the breeze coming from the automatic doors. It was warm. I wanted to go outside. I love New York from about March 21st, through Thanksgiving. After that it's the seventh circle of hell.

I got to the Alamo desk and was the second in line with 6 people working the queue. Couldn't ask for anything more. Two minutes later I gave the lady my coupon, the confirmation, my license, and a credit card. I was ready to go, and still she tried to scam me.

"Looks here like you pre-paid here, and got a very nice rate. Now how many people are with you today."

"Just two."

"Well, if you want I could put you in a bigger SUV, for just a bit more."

I've been through this a million times. I know the drill, and I can't just say no. I have to play games.

"Really, how much more would it be."

"Just $14.99 more. (In a hushed tone) Per day."

"That's it. Only $120 more. For eight days."

"Yessir."

"Wow, that's nearly double my rate. I think I'm going to pass on the bigger tires, I really have no need."

"No problem."

He he he. Sure. Admit it lady, you're ticked. I know she was just doing her job, but I prepaid. And gave her everything I needed. It was my way of saying, "Look, I left First-Timer by herself. That's dangerous. I need to run."

She didn't get it. All well.

Back to baggage free-for-all I went, and as expected, no bags yet. This should come as no surprise, it probably took you longer to read my dramatization of the rental car than it did to actually get the paperwork done.

Five minutes later our three bags, and our 64 pound elephant came out, and we were on our way. To the car that is. Passing the Alamo line, there were now approximately 15 people groups waiting. I'm a freakin' genius.

Outside it is a wonderful 72 degrees, and just the right level of mugginess. I was instantly relaxed. I love Orlando. At least the outside of the airport, I've never taken much time to actually take a look at the City.

Inside of the garage, I let First-Timer pick the car out, so that she felt as if she at least had some control of her fate over the next 8 days. She chose a white Toyata Rav 4, drove very nice, and only had a little more than 1,000 miles on it.

If only I had sprung for that additional $120, I could have had a much BIGGER car. And BIGGER is always BETTER. At least at Alamo.

This segment will finish up with the drive to Disney. Flawless, despite the fact we were driving at 4 p.m. on a Friday. No complaints at all. We saw the arches that screem, "Welcome to Disney World," and I screamed to take a picture. Dork.

She couldn't have cared less.

So into the car check-in line we rode, ready for vacation.

See ya'll soon.

 

[princessjv]

Pre-trip Part 3...

If in a good mood, I explain all of the wonderful aspects of Disney that those who have never visited, or given the place a fair chance, could ever understand.

If in a lousy mood, I tell em to shut up. And quickly.

DITTO! Ya either get it, or ya DON'T (sad, sorry, lost souls)!

Writing one of these things is awfully intimidating because of people like ZZUB with his millenia worth of replies and views. Hey ZZUB- there is no battle for my wallet, I hand it over at check-in, and leave poor. It sucks.

This is where I begin my giggle. Poor ZZUB, battles with the wallet...You my friend, have figured it out...HAND IT DIRECTLY OVER, BABY!

"Hey, you want something to eat before we go through the security line," she says.

"Sure, I'll have a muffin. Blueberry only."

Five minutes later she returns with a muffin and two bottles of water.

"What are you going to do with the water?"

"Drink it."

"Well you better do so quickly."

First-timer hasn't flown in awhile. But it didn't end there. As we head through the security line, I breeze through, which is actually quite unusual. I find that recent flights I have had the extreme pleasure of being pulled aside by the TSA just about everytime I pass through one of their lines. I actually found out that there is a poster on all of the screeners lockers that shows what a white terrorist would look like. Apparently he is 27, 6'4, always wears jeans while flying, and is losing his hair a bit too quick. No worries.

First-timer on the other hand had nearly half the airport staring at her. Why? One word- Carry-on. It was loaded. Not with weapons (though admittedly she did have a nail file), but with enough liquids to make a the salesperson at the health and beauty aisle blush. She had everything. Hand cream, face wash, loads of crap I had never seen, and will surely never have use for. And each was well over the 3.2 ounce mark.

Bad luck for her. Sure, she could have ran back to the baggage check, except for the fact that when we checked in her suitcase weighed an astronomical 64.5 pounds. That's right, more than 64 pounds. And rather than fiddle with the bags we paid the extra $25 charge. But I was not about to go back there and ask to add more weigh an already overweigh piece of luggage.

So I looked at her and said, "Look at it this way, it's a nice way to start over."

"With what?"

"With everything."

Indeed.

Okay, it started with a giggle, moved to a chuckle, then a full out crack up (tears and all). My dd2, came running to me, asking, "mommy ok?"

Moving on to read the today's goodies!

 

[Fonzy13]

Trip Report- Chapter 2- Wilderness Lodge. WOW! Or Eh?

Pulling into the Wilderness Lodge is always fun. Though this was the first time I had stayed here, I had eaten on several occasions at the always riotous Whispering Canyon.

I figured that First-Timer would be in awe, the big green roof, the Lincoln Logs feel to the entire outside of the place.

Ummm... notsomuch. Don't get me wrong, she liked it, just wasn't blown away. A lesson I would learn over and over until I quit trying. But we're at least a few chapters from that hilarious lesson.

As I pulled up in my Big-Wheel Rav 4, I stepped out of the vehicle and was promptly asked if I was checking in. Indeed I was, and I was a Vacation Club Member, so if you would, please go park my car for free. And here's a tip. I'll tell you, the free Valet parking associated with the Vacation club is just fantastic. No worries. Shorter walks. I do love it. Almost as much as my $100 discount on my Annual Pass.

If you've never walked into the lobby of the Wilderness Lodge, make a point to do it on your next trip. It's an experience, and an absolutely great place to spend an hour or so.

Unless you are First-Timer.

As I walked in I took a look around, it just blows me away. The monster lighting, the enormous ceilings, and just about the coolest fire places I have ever seen. I decided to look at First-Timer to gauge her feelings.

She was looking at the floor.

"What is wrong with you," I asked.

"Nothing, why?"

"LOOK AROUND!"

"It's really nice."

"Mmhmm."

Whose idea was it to bring along this one anyway?

Oh yeah, hers.

Because it was around 4:30 p.m. the room was more than ready, and we headed off for the Villas. I stopped as I walked by the Mercantile to rub Humphrey's nose, and once again allow First-Timer to consider my mental state.

Here's another tip about the remainder of my trip. I took zero notes. I know where we were and I know what we did, and I remember the conversations, but how much else I remember, well, we'll see.

So with that, I can't remember the room number!

We were on the first floor with a woods view, near the beach. I was excited about all three, mainly because of the atmosphere surrounding it all, and I would much rather have a patio than a balcony. Gives me room to roam.

While my dear travelling partner was checking out the room, I opened the curtains to find Donald and Daisy perched on the patio. That's right two ducks. I quickly closed the curtains believing first timer would love these two a bit too much.

Off we went to Roaring Forks, just for a snack to hold us over until our Boma reservation at 7 p.m. Because of strange flight time, neither of us had really eaten much, so we needed to feed. Upon arriving in Roaring Forks I saw perhaps the largest Brownie I had ever seen. It was gigantic, and I bought it. Quickly. First-Timer grabbed a yogurt parfait. And for the first time, I purchased two mugs. I've never been a mug man, but I broke down this time, mostly because I noticed that hot chocolate was included, and I knew that the weather would be cold for a few of the upcoming days. And I love hot chocolate. Love it.

$32.18 later, I was well on my way to losing my shirt. (As I said previously, the wallet is already gone.)

Back in the room, First-Timer opened the curtains. Ducks still there. Suddenly I was travelling with a 6-year-old.

"Ohhhh, lloooooook attt the cute littttllllllleeeeee duckies. Aren't they sooooo cute."

Soon she was feeding them, right out of her hand. Now, don't get me wrong, these aren't the awful, missile diving birds of the Magic Kingdom. They were actually rather polite. And I saw no harm in feeding them as they lived six feet away in the woods.

So they ate some crackers from the plane. And then some of the granola from the yogurt parfait. And then my hand. Kidding. I think.

This lasted for a good 45 minutes, and First-Timer had her first Disney Magical Moment. And she loved it. The smile on her face was priceless.

"That was soooooo cool," she said when washing off her hands. "Do you think they are married? Probably. Will they come back?"

"If they don't die from full stomachs while trying to fly."

So that was nice to see.

I just spent 750 words telling you about a non-exciting check-in, the purchase of mugs, and the feeding of ducks. If you have decided to read this trip report, I hope you know you are in for the long haul.

Up Next... Chapter 3. BOMA! Or... Really freakin' good food.

 

[kelleigh1]

Ok, I'm hooked or insane. I guess I'll figure it out as your days progress.

 

[Fonzy13]

Chapter 3- Dinner at Boma.

I think we'll all be happy if I leave my creativity to the general writing rather than the catchy titles. Still looking for help with that main title if anyone is interested. I really did mean it. Insert the title, I'll go with it.

Like any smart Disney planner before heading to the Animal Kingdom Lodge for dinner, I decided to stop off at Epcot.

Wait...

Wait for it...

Oh, you want to know why? Well, I do love Epcot. But that's not why.

No instead I was on a mission to grab my temporary Disney Dining Experience card and head out of there. Once this became a duo trip, we decided to schedule some nice meals, and we both enjoy our wine, so I thought the DDE would work better than the DDP. Of course in an effort to confuse First-Timer I used both of these acronyms just to have some fun. It worked. For me at least.

The problem with going to Epcot is that you have to walk near the entrances to get what you are looking for. For someone who has never been to Disney, this is easy. For me? I might as well be a snake, well I guess mouse works better, following the Pied Piper. Puts me in a trance. I need to go in.

But first business.

I was greeted by a man named Sergio, though I believe his nametag said he was from Brazil. Thinking about it, I'm not sure that Sergio is that prevelant in Brazil. Little help?

Got the Disney Dining Card no problemo. Thanks Serg.

Next up- "Hey Sergio, can I get my Annual Pass while I'm here." One DVC member card, and a bright green exchange certificate later, I am free to enter Disney Parks at will for one year. This would be terribly exciting if I didn't live 1,200 miles away.

And finally. Sergio. Yes. This lovely lady to my left, who in the future I will refer to as First-Timer, made the rookie mistake of only buying a 7-day hopper. We need 8.

No problem says my new Brazilian friend. Or Russian. Whatever. $2.56 later I knew I would've made ZZUB proud. Although, I believe I likely wasn't thinking that at the time.

Back to the car. Sort of. I debated for a good 5 minutes about skipping Boma, and heading into EMH at Epcot. It was around 6 p.m. Stay with me now, so you know I know what I need to know.

Why didn't I go in?

1) I love Boma. It's tasty.
2) EMH on the first day? I might end up tramatizing First-Timer.
3) What better way to show someone what Disney is all about, outside of the theme parks, than at Animal Kingdom Lodge.

Off we went, though I think I requested that she actually drag me to the Rav 4.

I love driving around Disney property. I love that I can't get lost. I love looking at all the new cars. It's just a fun experience.

We arrive at Lodge and decide to self park, as it is a beautiful night, and I don't want to spend $10. (Only at DVC resorts do we get free parking, for those of you that don't know).

Walking into the Lodge I actually heard First-Timer gasp ever so slightly. This lobby she was in awe of. And who wouldn't be. We actually heard a couple say that they had been there for five hours just looking around. It's a great place.

We went out to the back so that we could look at the Savanah, and though it was getting dark, you could see some giraffes, cattle, and birds. I then explained that the Lodge would soon have Villas like the ones we were staying at, and that I would be able to vacation here in the very near future. Though I couldn't tell how excited she was, I nearly burst a bubble just thinking about it.

Downstairs we went to check-in at Boma. Always a 20-minute wait, no matter the time you go, or reservation you have. But it is well worth it. Despite being all of 105-pounds, first-timer is one helluva eater. Loves different foods, and is willing to try anything. It's actually one of the reasons I was glad she decided to go, someone to try new things with.

She also is a wine snob. A big one. So this would be an interesting test case for the Disney eatery.

After taking a short walk out back into the other Savanah (are they multiple Savanahs?), and trying to explain why a zero-entry pool is so cool, the buzzer went off. And off. And off. Until I reached the desk. You'd have to have no feeling in your body to not feel that sucker blow.

After sitting down at the wrong table (Hey, I was excited), we were introduced to our waiter. Dan. He was from New York. We hit it off nicely.

Steph (sorry, I'm getting annoyed writing first-timer so much) ordered the wine tasting, which includes three of the most popular varieties, I believe. I really didn't care. I ordered a beer. Because beer is good.

And then it was time to eat. Mmmm... Boma Soup. I tried three, but my lack of notes does not allow me to talk about which ones. One had a lot of coconut, it was fantastic. My companion tried another, which again I forget. If you go to Boma, eat the Soup. That's all you need to know.

Dinner was what I have come to expect, with companion opting for the spicey encrusted salmon, and I opting for the meat and potatoes with Afritude. Like beer, potatoes with Afritude and red meat are very good. I'm Irish. Leave me alone.

Then there is the Boma dessert. While everyone loves, loves, loves the Zebra Domes, I am more partial to the banana bread pudding. I would marry the banana bread pudding if they allowed me unlimited vanilla sauce topping. I enjoy it. And one day, my metabolism is going to catch up to me and BANG, I'll be huge. For now? I want to marry a pudding.

For all of you Zebra Domers out there, you'll be happy to hear that First-Timer was a HUGE fan. She had a lot of MMM's during the meal which pleased me, and led to he remark, "Wow, BOMA is a great place to start a Disney vacation."

It was true. I think it'll become my new tradition. It's busy enough to get you in the "WOW, there's a lotta kids here," mode, but tasty and happy enough that you know you are in for a real treat the remainder of your trip.

With tax, tip, and my 20 percent discount, I think the total came to about $70, which I paid for with cash that my boss gave me before the trip for working hard. So yeah, that was a tasty and cheap meal.

A quick look around the gift shop allowed First-Timer to get in the Disney mood, and then we were off. Back to the Wildnerness Lodge because tomorrow, the nuttiness would truly commence.

Coming Up: Chapter 4 First-Timer Gets a First Look at the Magic Kingdom, Drives Me Nuts, and the day is saved by a "Philharmagical Show."

 

[kelleigh1]

I actually did know a Sergio who was not from Russia. The only way I can describe how his name was pronounced was to say that the G was like GLEE without the E. Ser-GEE-O

I can not remember which country he was from, but it was definitely south of Florida and they spoke Spanish as their first language.

 

[Fonzy13]

For those that have not figure it out yet, I love Disney World. Everything about it. Mostly the minor details, like music that changes its tune when you cross into a different area, or the smiling faces, the race to Space Mountain in the morning, or a Pineapple Float. But the big things as well. Like the Castle.

So when someone doesn't particularly find those things equally as awesome, it bugs me. Perhaps a little too much. Hey, we all have character flaws, mine is apparently "The Ultimate Defender of All Things Mouse."

The previous two things should serve as warning for the remainder of the trip. The details will be intense, I sometimes act like an ***, and I should've warned First-Timer about this.

Wake up call 7:15 a.m. The plan for the day was to hit the Magic Kingdom until about 1 p.m. Take a break until 5 p.m. and head over to MGM for Fantasmic, which was showing at 7 p.m. After that we had a 9 p.m. Priority Seating at Artist's Pointe.

Because women take longer to get ready than men (STOP, it's true, and you know it), First-Timer was out of bed first, though only after I promised her that we would be taking a break in the afternoon. Apparently she refused to believe I take at least a three-hour break everyday when in the World. As far as I'm concerned, you need it. I'm a good Disney Planner. And a disciple of Tour Guide Mike.

Despite my beliefs that First-Timer would be ready by the time I wanted to leave the room at 8:15 a.m., it did not happen. Though I will give her credit, 8:22 a.m. is not too bad for someone on vacation. As we walked through the Iron Spike Room and outside I heard the whistle blow for the boat, and knew we had zero shot at reaching that vessel in time. I was instantly grumpy.

“Damn!”

“Hey, there’s no swearing at Disney.”

“True…….. DARN!”

And then my Darn turned to RUN! I saw the bus close its doors, and those familiar with the Villas know all to well is always interesting. As I turned the 135-degree turn onto the bike path, I did a half-hearted jump and hoped. And he stopped. Sweet.

This would be the beginning of the most ridiculously lucky transportation luck you’ve seen in some time. Till the end of the week that is. We caught the bus driver and thanked him profusely for stopping. After the shortest ride in history (seriously, it couldn’t have been more than 4 minutes), we were at the front gates. From room to ticket entry in 8 minutes. Who says this place isn’t magical.

With about 20 minutes to go until Rope Drop, I made First-Timer take some pictures, and snapped a few of her waiting. I should point out that is was rather chilly out at this point, maybe only 54 degrees or so. But we were dressed for it with sweatshirts and what not. Though I did wear shorts the first day, just because I could.

Just as the Lilly Belle was about to head into the station, it started to rain. I laughed. Rainy day is Disney is much better than cold, crappy day at home. Because of the rain there was a shortened opening ceremony, no pixie dust, or family. Which was fine, I wanted to get in, and I could tell First-Timer could care less.

As we walked onto Main Street USA, I whispered loudly to First-Timer that seeing the Castle for the first is always awesome.

“What do you think?”

“It’s cool.”

Ugh.

Then came the moment that defined whether or not I could deal with this less than excited companion. I told her we would have to move quickly to the rope drop to be one of the first people on Space Mountain. She said ok. And boy can she move.

She is the first person I have been in Disney with that can keep up with my Elaine Benes gyrations as I move through Disney. She did well, all week long, and this was my first glance. I asked her to marry me on the spot.

“I’ll have to wait until you divorce the pudding from last night.”

Zing. I use that joke a lot apparently.

We made it the drop before the drop, in the front, and I chatted up a cast member as I always do. Where ya from? Having fun? Where do you work? It’s embarrassing for those with me, and possibly those in the near vicinity.

At the drop we were off, staying behind all cast members of course. We walked by Stitch’s Great Escape, and First-Timer said this, “Why don’t we go on this first.”

“That’s a ban-able offense on the DIS boards.”

“What the hell is a DIS board?”

“Hey, no swearing in Disney!”

“Whoops. Can we at least go on it later, I love Stitch? Love him.”
“Yes, we can. But not now, not if you don’t want to wait in any lines all day.”

“Yessir, commander!”

Glad we solved that. We were around the 14th and 15th people to make it inside Space Mountain, but that’s because I stopped to get two Fastpasses first. When we approached the ride vehicles we were told rows one and two. Excellent. Though the front is my favorite, I allowed First-Timer to have a shot at it. After we disembarked:

“What did you think of that?”

“It was strange. But awesome. Really cool.”

We then headed over to Buzz, but not before I had the opportunity to see Stitch standing in the middle of the park with no one near him. Bless you February crowds. I pushed Steph towards him, as not 10 minutes ago she “bread-pudding’d” the obnoxious blue creature.

Picture taken, and onto Buzz. Early in this trip, from Epcot’s front entrance, Wilderness Lodge, to the Castle, to Space Mountain; to Buzz, and then onto Fantasyland, I kept talking about how awesome Disney was. How much I loved everything. It bothered me that I was not getting the excitement I needed back, and it bothered First-Timer because of all the pressure I was putting on her to instantly love everything. Honestly, I was an idiot.

After Buzz, all she said was, “It was alright, my thumb hurts.”

Following Peter Pan and Snow White, “They were cute.”

I asked her what was up, and she said, “Stop talking about everything before we go on it. Or before we get somewhere. Or before we watch something. Let me see it first.”

Ouch. But she was right. I was being stupid. I didn’t love everything about Disney the second I set foot in the place. I didn’t even watch the fireworks my first trip. Didn’t stay on site. Didn’t eat tremendous food. So I decided to chill, and turn the day around the only way it could. Mickey’s Philharmagic.

She asked me what it was as we were walking in.

“A little 3-D show.”

15 minutes later she had the biggest smile on her face since we left.

“That was unbelievable. Did you smell it? And where did the water come from?”

2 minutes later… “Oh, how cool was that.”
Needless to say, Philharmagic was the turning point. From that moment forward I described nothing and went about my touring. After some breakfast and a ride on Thunder Mountain we bolted to Pirates of the Caribbean in an attempt to stay dry. A storm was fast approaching. You could see it. Feel it. And hear it. Always fun.

To this point in the day we had zero lines to deal with, so when Pirates was backed out into the rotunda it was a bit of a shocker. But we waited, because it was pouring. Halfway through the line, the pay off occurred.

It was Captain Jack Sparrow. Chatting it up with people in line like only he can. Spitting image of Johnny Depp. First-Timer couldn’t get the camera out fast enough. This is where I should point out that all of the pictures for the trip are on her camera, though she does promise me a disk soon. Till then, imagine.

“Wow, he looks just like Johnny Depp. How much longer after the movie did they put this ride in?”

“WHAT!?!?!?”

“what (sheepishly)?”

By now people were looking at us. I’m not sure whether it was from my loud exclamation, or her statement. I then explained the history behind the ride, and how it was one of the all-time greats, and movie was developed out of Disney fans’ love for the ride.

“Wow, cool, I didn’t know that.”

Oh wait, that was not first-timer speaking. That was the lady in front of me. Glad I could spread the knowledge.

Pirates was as awesome as it has always been to me. I could do it 647 times a day and never get bored. First-Timer gave it her “cool,” approval. After that we sprinted to a local gift shop and bought an umbrella. Mickey wins again.

It stopped raining about 27 seconds after the umbrella purchase. On our way back to Fantasyland, we walked by a family having a pleasant conversation. The first remark will be a 7-year-old. The second will be me.

“Hey, mom, where’s the Haunted House.”

“It’s OVER thereeeee.”

In a spooky voice. Scared the crap out of the kid. Made the parents smile. Disney magic at its best, performed my me. First-Timer was embarrassed. Awesome.

Okay, if you are keeping track we are almost through morning one of an eight-day trip. This will be a 30,000-word trip report easy. I should just write a book. Except about 4 people would read it.

Lunch, that’s right, I ate lunch. At my favorite place for counter service in all of Disney- Starlight Café. A turkey wrap for me, and something else for First-Timer, can’t remember. What I do remember is the look on my dear companions face as I stood waiting for a table in the inside lounge. And then I would not leave until I heard Planetary Boogie. And my mother wonders why I’m not married yet.

After lunch it was off to Carousel of Progress. If they ever shut this ride down, I’m going into fight mode. I love it. And I don’t care how big of a dork it makes me, and I don’t care how many people think it is cheesy. Keep it open, or else. (Empty threat).

Well I pretty much said every line the entire show, and even had a few fellow visitors who liked to sing the words. Made it less strange for First-Timer, who afterwards said it was pretty cool, but admitted later in the week that she fell asleep. I’ve decided to forget this happened.

Then it was onto Stitch.

“Hey, why don’t we do Space Mountain first? It’s right here.”

“You’ll see.”

35 minutes later, after Space Mountain and Stitch.

“I’m glad we didn’t end our day on Stitch. That thing sucked.”

“I know. Never doubt me. I will lead you down the right path First-Timer. At least the right Disney path.”

And with that we were back to the hotel on the boat we didn’t get to ride in the morning. Wow that was more exhausting reliving it than when it happened.

Up Next: Chapter 5- Fantasmic! How does First-Timer Take to a Disney Show?

 

[Lauralee131]

I'd have never thought I'd enjoy a TR so much that didn't have pictures!

Keep it coming!!!

 

[princessjv]

“What do you think?”

“It’s cool.”

Ugh.

The emptiness that we feel, when others are not to our point of excitment... You are doing your convert/tour guide duty well! Can't wait to hear more!

Okay, if you are keeping track we are almost through morning one of an eight-day trip. This will be a 30,000-word trip report easy. I should just write a book. Except about 4 people would read it.

I think maybe you would get few more!

Now go and get those pictures!

 

[TKDisneylover]

Speaking of pictures..... Would love to see them!


I just wanted to say that I enjoy the music when I first enter Epcot, especially to the movement of the fountains, I could stand and watch it for an hour. And that first sighting of the castle when you walk onto Main St. USA! That's when all the magic begins!

Elaine Benes, I love it! I can see her now, standing on Main St. You say, "look there's the castle!" Elaine looks at you and says, "No way!" at the same time pushing you with both hands practically knocking you to the ground! A total Seinfeld moment! (I aplogize to anyone who thinks that just sounds weird, but that's just me)

Waiting for more.....