Jan 30 - Feb 2, 2004 : Pop Century

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Trip Particulars:
Travelers - Me (39), Mary (32)
Dates - Jan 30th, 2004 to Feb 2nd 2004
Accommodations - Pop Century Resort
Parks - EPCOT, MK, MGM

Almost two years had passed since our last trip to Disney. Yes, we were in Orlando just 5 months ago, but we had opted for a week at the Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. <a href = "http://disboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=443696">Click here for that trip report.</a> The seeds of this trip were first planted back in September. Around day 4 of Universal, I was secretly wondering if we could hop a bus to the Magic Kingdom.

As fall turned into winter in Vermont, I was toying with the idea of a quick mid-winter getaway at the Swan and Dolphin. The thought of being within walking distance of the $7 beers at the Rose and Crown held a certain allure. But the plan changed when <a href = "http://mousesavers.com">Mousesavers</a> announced that codes were available for the values at $55 per night.

We've never stayed at a value resort as I've heard that they can be quite boisterous. But, I confess, I find it hard to pass up a deal (ok, ok, I'm cheap) and the price was right. So we called up CRO and they offered Pop Century, Mary took it because she finds it hard to pass up the kitsch (ok, ok, she's cheap too) and it's new.

The journey started with the alarm clocks buzzing at 3am. We were out the door by 4 and on the plane to Cincinnati by 6. After a 45 minute delay and some de-icing, we were on our way to Orlando. We landed around noon and after some initial wandering, found the Avis Preferred pick up booth out in the parking garage. Mary got a great rate of $58 total for the 3 days which was a lot cheaper than getting a car service and a lot more convenient than Mears.

With Mary driving and me navigating, we were doing fine until we got off onto Epcot Drive and started looking for signs for Buena Vista Drive or Pop Century. (Unless we missed them) There aren't any. We ended up at the entrance to the Epcot parking facility sheepishly telling the attendant that we just wished to turn around and go back the other way. He kindly directed us to the 'big-losers-that-are-lost' turnaround.

Yes, I know I was supposed to be navigating but I was working with an outdated property map that was made before Pop Century existed. And I did suggest that we pull over and retrieve the 2004 Unofficial Guide (thick, new, and oh so complete) from the trunk of the car. But Mary was pretty sure that we needed to just follow the signs to Caribbean Beach, as Pop was somewhere near there. Ten minutes later, we were pulling into the parking lot of our new home for the next 3 days.

I had read about Pop Century but had purposely avoided looking at pictures. I don't like to spoil the surprise and prefer my first look to be in person. The phrase 'Bowl-a-rama High School' sprang to mind as we approached the main building (Classic Hall). Now let me say a few things before someone takes offense. I am aware of the fact that Pop was designed with families with young children in mind and I do realize that we don't exactly fit that profile. And besides the eye-popping decor and density of people in the food court around meal times, our stay here was pleasant enough.

At around 1:30pm, check-in was pretty empty - we waited less than 2 minutes in line. Our check-in CM (who normally works at POR) was friendly and helpful. We found the follow exchange amusing, CM: "So have you ever stayed here." Us: "No, not here, last time we stayed at AKL". CM: "Oh, you do realize that this is a value resort, there's a slight difference in the amenities" (holding right hand up near her face and left hand down near her waist as if to demonstrate). Us: (thinking yes the $55 per night and the big bowling pins kind of give that away but knowing that polite is always best) "Yep."

Our only room requests were a non-smoking room that was quiet. The CM suggested the 4th floor facing the lake and produced the property map telling us we could pick any where but the 60's building. We settled on the 70's building room 6447 which was clean and ready for our immediate occupancy.

We moved the car, retrieved our luggage, briefly entertained the idea of shorts (nah!), and headed out to Epcot for a late lunch. In line waiting for the bus with a light drizzle falling and a no-food-headache starting to build I was rethinking the decision to not go to Epcot an hour ago when we accidentally ended up in the parking lot.

20 minutes later we had located the on-call window at Epcot (actually it's just the guest services window) and were retrieving our Alamo 3 day park hopper plus passes. The French CM was understanding when I told him that I neglected to bring along the confirmation number and handed him my driver's license as proof of ID. He simply asked us what kind of passes we purchased and when my answer matched his, we had our tickets. Of course he was also aware that I had just witnessed him replacing a ticket for a mother whose young son had reportedly tossed the pass into a trash barrel. He did this with no other verification besides the word of the mother.

We stored our rain gear in a locker and hoofed it over to Le Cellier hoping that we were not too late for lunch. Le Cellier was fairly empty by 2:30 but we still had about a 5 to 10 minute wait to be seated. On entering the dining hall, I noticed that most people were sitting either along the periphery of the room or directly in the middle in rows of tables set very close together. Our host led us to the last 2 seats with a small table between two other parties. I leaned in close to him and trying to be discrete asked if he had a table that was not sandwiched between two others. Here's a tip, don't use the word "sandwich" in a restaurant. He looked confused and started telling me that yes I can get a sandwich. I tried again to get my point across without offending the diners next to us. He got it the second time, but said that we'd need to go back out and see the hostess. (He was a host, he had one of those little headsets on that let him talk to other hosts, there were tons of empty tables around, anyway...) Not being up for another 10 minute wait, I sat down.

Jennifer, our waitress was personable and attentive. We ordered cheese soup to start. Mary had the Vancouver Chicken Sandwich with wasabi cucumber slaw on the sandwich and Asian Noodle salad on the side and I had a cheeseburger and fries. (Yes, I'm sure there was some fancy Canadian name for it, but it was still a cheeseburger and fries.) The food was tasty and the portions generous. Our soft drinks were refilled before they were completely drained and the bill was easy on the wallet ($35). We even got the recipe for the cheese soup before we left.

On heading out of Le Cellier, the occasional drop had changed into a pretty steady light rain so we headed back to the lockers and retrieved our rain jackets. Since we were right there, we hopped on Spaceship Earth and watched Christian civilization rise, burn, then rise again thanks to the monks and the Muslims to eventually be bedecked in bright colorful lights courtesy of AT & T.

Lunch was still sitting pretty heavy so we got some fast passes to Test Track and spent the next 45 minutes on the dinosaur ride. Yes, I know it's the Universe of Energy but to us, it will always be the dinosaur ride. Interesting note here, the CM hosting the ride took great pains to make sure that everyone understood that the ride was a full 45 minutes and once you entered you could not exit without everyone in the ride exiting. I found this quite curious since you're pretty much stuck in those large moving vehicles in the complete dark. I mean even if you wanted to get off, how would you do it? Is there a CM in there lurking in the dark? Granted I'm guessing if you completely freak out and start screaming you'd probably draw some attention, but why even introduce the possibility of getting off the ride?

With our stomachs sufficiently settled, we redeemed our Test Track fast passes. We had a slight glitch in the acceleration test through the curves and were stuck for around 5 minutes. I really don't mind these momentary stops, they give you a chance to check out the ride a little more and see things you would ordinarily miss. And at least we weren't in the heating or cooling chambers.

Remembering that we usually don't spend any time at Innoventions, we headed over there hoping to explore it a little better. After only a few minutes wandering around Innovations East (or was it West?) - the one with mostly kid's activities, we continued on to Innovations West (or was it East?) to check out some of the games. I don't quite get the idea behind the laptops scattered around. It seems like most of these were hard-coded to only visit certain (uninteresting) web sites. We played around with some of the X-box/Play station type games and went out to watch the fountain.

The fountain made of water, reminded me of thirst, which lead to beer (of course) which brought us to the Rose and Crown. $14 and a slight misunderstanding with the question "Are you staying inside?" which sounded to me like "Are you staying on site?" (think Groundskeeper Willy) later we had our pints and a couple of seats in the then not very crowded bar. That would change as the rain became heavier.

With about an hour and a half to go before IllumiNations, we strolled around the countries, snapped some not very good pictures in the rain and dark, and rode the Maelstrom ("You are not the first the pass this way"). We had scoped out the Japan pavilion as a good viewing spot high up and out of the rain and continued all the way down to Mexico (looking for daiquiris) before turning around and heading back. At 8:30, the pavilion had only a few spectators and I was craving a dessert so we high-tailed it over to France for cappuccino and dessert. Mary had a Napoleon and I had a slice of raspberry chocolate cake. We took it all to go and joined the now growing throng on the pavilion overlook.

We enjoyed the show from this vantage point despite the large Japanese icon in the lagoon that blocks out the lower portion of the fireworks and all the details on the ball. We'd seen IllumiNations before and were just interested in watching the fireworks and the porch did clear off considerably when people realized that they couldn't see all of the lagoon.

The rain and chilly weather had thinned out the crowd so when the show ended, it was not that difficult to make our way back to the bus stop. A bus pulled up 10 or so minutes later and we made it on as the last two people standing behind the yellow line by the bus driver. Soon after we were back in our room and asleep after a very long day.

Continue to Day 2 below.
 
We were out of bed the next day at 8am and caught the bus to the Magic Kingdom around 8:30. We grabbed a locker and headed down Main Street in search of breakfast and a <a href = "http://www.geocaching.com">a geocache</a>. Mary got bit by the geocaching bug a year or so ago. The basic idea is that you use a GPS to locate a location given a set of coordinates. At that spot you'll find either a real cache, which is a container with a log and small goodies of little or no monetary value (small toys, coins, buttons, etc) or a virtual cache, which is a spot of sufficient interest. You go to the website to find caches around your area and then you update the website with your findings.

So we found the cache, swapped picture takings with another family (so everyone could get in the picture), got fastpasses for Mickey's Philharmagic and located breakfast at Sleepy Hollow. Mary opted for a funnel cake (why not, we're on vacation) and I had a muffin. We sat on the little bitty stools by the little bitty tables and wondered if it would get warmer at all during the day. (not really).

Mickey's Philharmagic surprised me on three accounts. One was that we didn't need the fastpasses because it wasn't at all crowded. The second was that it stars Donald Duck rather than Mickey. Now this was a pleasant surprise as I'm a huge fan of the duck. And the third was that I had made an assumption about the show based on the name Philharmagic. Philharmagic --> Philharmonic--> orchestra music-->yawn. Not so, there's a decent story line and the contemporary music choices clearly connected with the kids in the audience.

The howls of the haunted mansion were calling to us so we followed them clear out of Fantasy Land. I was interested to see if they had made any changes since the release of the movie but noticed none. Still it was a ghastly good time (as usual).

We followed the riverside path over to Big Thunder Railroad and noticing a mere 5 minute wait, we made our way down to the boarding station. Standing in the gates, we heard the sad announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Big Thunder Mountain is experiencing technical difficulties and will be closed for an indefinite amount of time. You're welcome to stay in line and wait, but we cannot tell you when or if the ride will open again." We figured we wait it out, then we realized that there were <a href = "http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=503012">people stuck on the ride</a> who still needed to be evacuated. Mary also made the point that we may not want to be the first people on the ride after they "fix" it.

We caught the raft over to Tom Sawyer's Island. This is something I've never done despite numerous trips to the Magic Kingdom. We spent a good 45 minutes to an hour exploring the caves, bridges, forts, and buildings. And of course taking way too many pictures of the overly friendly ducks at Aunt Polly's.

After a quick stop at Pirates of the Caribbean and the 75th Anniversary Mickeys, we headed out of the park to explore the Monorail hotels and get a late lunch at the Kona Cafe. I'd have to say that the Contemporary has an odd feeling to it - with the monorail going right through the building and the convention space downstairs. It's sort of open and cold. Maybe it was just the weather, but it didn't seem like it had much allure other than being convenient if you stay right in the main building.

The next stops were the TTC and the Polynesian which we skipped because we wanted to see the Grand Floridian before lunch. We explored the upper levels of the main building and then grabbed some comfy chairs down in the lobby to sit and relax. The GF was a little too sedate for me; I napped a few minutes before we moved on.

By the time we looped back to the Polynesian, we were ready for lunch but the Kona Cafe was not quite ready for us. There were plenty of seats but because they were short of staff, we were given a beeper and invited to tour the hotel, as long as we didn't stray from the floor that we were on since that's all the farther the beeper will reach. So that left the bar (not a good idea on an empty stomach) or the gift shop. Five minutes later the beeper was buzzing and we were being seated.

It's funny how the picture in your mind never quite matches up to what you encounter. I had read descriptions of the Kona Cafe and I think I remember people saying it was small. So I'm thinking, ok, like a small enclosed room near O'hana's. Not so, the Kona Cafe is fairly large and is as open to the atrium as possible. We got a table fairly close to the host station so it wasn't what you'd call cozy. But there was a nice view of the atrium and we did get to amuse ourselves with people's reactions when they were told there was a wait despite the vast availability of empty tables.

But I guess management knows what they are doing because we really didn't mind the 5 minute wait and service was good once we were seated. Mary ordered the mahi-mahi and I had a pulled pork sandwich. By the time we finished, there was no room for any of the fine desserts that we were toured by before being seated. The bill was a reasonable $25 and well worth the trip out of the park.

We boarded the monorail back to the Magic Kingdom, grabbed our rain jackets out of the locker and hopped the train to Mickey's Toon Town Fair in order to avoid the 3 o'clock parade. It was raining pretty hard by that time so we didn't stop for any of our usual pictures but instead headed straight over to Future World and got fastpasses for Buzz Lightyear. Lucky for us, Carousel of Progress was running. The idea of a big bright beautiful tomorrow was all too alluring standing in the cool rainy Florida weather so we got on board and rode the Carousel. On the last vignette of the story, we didn't quite slot into place. A voice came over the speaker after the initial showing, "Folks, we are aware that you've seen this part of the story before but because we are experiencing technical difficulties, you will see it again." So we got to watch Grandma's high score inadvertently lead to Dad burning the turkey all over again. Ah, good times, good times.

One of Mary's favorite rides is the Tomorrowland Transit Authority (the TTA). She likes to go through Space Mountain without actually going on Space Mountain and she likes the corny jokes ("Paging Mr Tom Morrow..."). We rode the belt up and picked out a cart as this is basically a self-service ride. Immediately after, we found ourselves facing two complete strangers who had opted to get into a cart with two complete strangers (us) and ride backwards instead of having a cart all to themselves riding the right way around. Mary and I exchanged what-the-? looks and then settled down to a trip where Mrs Complete Stranger across from me kept stepping on my toes. (I found out after the ride that Mary had returned the favor by constantly stepping on Mr Complete Stranger's toes as she shifted around to take pictures.)

Onto Buzz we went with me steering and scoring abysmally and Mary doing somewhat better with both hands on the trigger. Must have been something wrong with my equipment. After Buzz, we checked out the waits for some of the Fantasy Land rides and most were posted at 30 to 40 minutes. But Small World had a posted wait of 5 minutes so we got in line. The wait was actually more like 15 minutes but at least I had the opportunity to switch the camera over to movie mode and catch a few minutes of that infectious song to share with my sister, Laura, who did not accompany us this time around.

By this time it was around 5:30, we were chilled and tired of walking around in the rain. We scrapped the plan of staying for Wishes and Spectromagic and headed to the shops for some souvenirs. Around 6 o'clock we headed for the bus stop with a lot of other people who also had the same idea. As we started the long walk out to the bus stop (it's the last one out on the lower tier of bus stops), we noticed that they were diverting people to the Ferry because the Monorail was out of service. Well at least we didn't have to wait in a very long line and crowd onto the Ferry.

Our bus stop was not only the farthest one out, but it had the longest line. We got in line and settled down to one of my favorite ways of driving myself nuts - that is to watch how many times other people's buses come and go before we see our first. 20 minutes later a bus showed, up, they packed it full and left. We didn't make it on that bus. 15 minutes later a handicapped accessible bus showed up and prepared to start loading those needing assistance. What followed was a shameful exchange between some of those waiting in line and some of those boarding the bus. We'll skip the details but let's just say that I wasn't in the disneyest of moods by the time we made it back to Pop.

On check-in, the CM had mentioned that Pop had a lounge with adult type beverages, so we attempted to locate said lounge. Eventually we were directed right back into the food court that we had walked through a few times before. Another case of reality not quite meeting expectations. Classic Concoctions is pretty much just a section of the food court served by a small bar. I was somehow imagining a separate room that we could sit and relax in. Never the less, we got in line behind the gentleman who was currently ordering and waited for the bartender to get to us. After a few minutes, we noticed another CM doing chores behind the bar so we asked him for drinks, he said he could get us beer because he wasn't the real bartender but she'd get to us real soon. So back in line behind the gentleman we went. In the meantime another guy walked up to the bar. The bartender finished serving the man in front of us, then moved on to those seated at the bar and then to the new guy who had just walked up. I turned to Mary and said let's go.

We went back to the room and I settled in for the night. Later, Mary went back down to the food court for dessert and a couple of Coronas which are available in the coolers.

Continue to Day 3 below.
 
Sunday was our last day at the parks. We got up around 8 and caught the bus to MGM. After a light breakfast at Starring Rolls Bakery, we headed off to do two virtual geocaches on the North side of the park. Being already near Rock 'n' Roller Coaster and never having done it, I asked Mary if she'd be interested. She gave the standard, "I'll go on it if you really want to go on it and you really want me to go on it and you won't go on alone" spiel. Honestly, I didn't know if I really wanted to go on it. I had heard you go upside down. Upside down was not my cup of tea. But then I had also heard that it is in the dark. So maybe if I didn't see the upside down part, I'd be okay. Mary saw me wavering and used to opportunity to move us away from the ride entrance. I had just about given up the idea when a little blonde girl in pink changed all that.

The little blonde girl in pink was walking away from the ride with her mother. They looked friendly enough, so I asked, "Did that little blonde girl in pink just ride the Rock 'n' Roller Coaster?" The mother stopped and said, proudly, "Why yes she did". I asked, "Was she scared?" The little girl answered that she wasn't and the mother elaborated that she had gone on twice. I glanced over at Mary who was trying to retreat into her raincoat and knew that I almost had her. I pushed on, "Well little blonde girl in pink, do you think you can tell this little girl with the red hair that if you are not scared to go on then she shouldn't be scared to go on?" That did it. We were waiting for the limo to blast off 5 minutes later. And we both loved the ride.

We headed back to the main hub area just in time to see all of the characters out signing autographs. The lines were way to long but we managed a few "covert" pictures by situating Mary on a bench with Tigger fairly close in the background. Also got a few standalones in between kids.

We went on the Great Movie Ride, and then grabbed Fastpasses to the Little Mermaid show. We had 15 minutes to kill so we wandered around in the shops searching for "unique plastic figures". This is what Laura said she wanted. I think she was basing her choice on previous visits when the little plastic figures were plentiful. On this trip we had failed to find anything but the standard Mickey, Minnie, Pluto choices. She was also thinking that with Finding Nemo freshly released, we'd find a plethora of Nemo souvenirs. Not so. She ended up with a nice "Where the Magic Lives" mouse pad, a Toy Story PC game, a Tiger bottle opener, a 3D postcard, and a Pluto plastic figure.

We returned to the Little Mermaid 15 minutes before the show. The fastpass returns for Mermaid are between 20 and 10 minutes before the show starts. This was another case of not really needing the fastpass. We could have walked in at the last minute and still gotten a seat. But it was enjoyable standing in a crowded room for 15 minutes with children who had discovered that they could make all sorts of cool squeaky noises with their wet sneakers on the basket-ball-court like floor. And I wouldn't have missed the opportunity to be sitting in front of the people who didn't realize that they had lost one of their children until someone announced, "Has anyone lost a child?"

We then went to look for the new Haunted Mansion attraction and the tried to determine when the next Millionaire showing would be. For the former, we found a roped off area, a sign, and an unmarked door near One Man's Dream. For the latter, we found fastpass machines that were covered over, a wait sign that was not powered, and a small queue of people down near the side of the building. We opted for a time-out at the snack cart.

While we were in line, Mary, who has a penchant for saying exactly what is on her mind with total disregard for the power of the human ear, mused that hot chocolate certainly takes a long time. To this the man in front of us (getting hot chocolate) turned around and apologized to me. Somehow, I'm often the recipient of the exchanges resulting from her musings.

By the time we were done, a small line had formed in front of the Haunted Mansion sign so we got in line figuring something was going to happen soon. Ok, ok, I did make Mary get out of line to consult with the CM who had just arrived. Just to make sure we were standing in line for the correct attraction. Besides, I think she owed me after the hot chocolate incident.

The Haunted Mansion tour is pleasant enough but really nothing to write home about. There's a brief behind the scenes movie, and then you have a few minutes to take a look at the ballroom set which is comprised of a stairway in front and a wall to the right (no picture allowed). Then you're shown the door.

Once out of the door, we headed down past Millionaire again and were solicited by a CM to join the show which was just about to begin. We accepted the offer and just made the start of the show. Millionaire was fun, although I did have a moment of panic when I realized that randomly punching in the fastest fingers answers was a very good way to getting myself down there in that hotseat. Phew! It wasn't me. Two people eventually made it to the hotseat but dropped out at medium low levels. We never made it on the top 10 board.

The first patches of blue sky were starting to appear behind the clouds, so we took the opportunity to tour around New York Street. As we walked around, we could even feel the occasional ray of sun finding its way down through the clouds. We caught the smell of some sort of bar-b-qued meat and tried to follow it around to its source. Personally, I don't think there is any bar-b-qued meat, I think they start to pipe it out into the streets around lunchtime. Not being able to locate the source, we went with our original plan of dining in the ABC Commissary.

We both got Cuban sandwiches and settled down to a nice lunch while advertisements for various ABC TV shows blared overhead. I wondered out loud why they didn't just pipe in some nice relaxing music. Mary theorized that they probably didn't want us lulled into a stupor so that we we're up for more rides. I didn't buy it, especially since they don't exactly charge per ride.

After lunch, we wandered over to catch an act involving Plumbers tossing plungers at a target. Being the renovators and caretakers of a 150 year old farmhouse, acts involving plumbing did not have enough appeal to hold us for more than a few minutes. So we moved off to Gerty's and spent some time teasing a duck who's position behind the railing made it look like he was in duck jail. We later made up for it by feeding him some popcorn someone left on the ground. He obviously held the grudge and bit down on my fingers a few times as repayment.

We still had not ridden Mission Space and there were two or three geocaches Mary wanted to do in Epcot so we left MGM and caught the boat over to the international gateway. The ride was about 40 minutes but had a few things going for it over the bus. One, it wasn't the bus. Two, we got to see the exact proximity of the Beach Club, the Boardwalk, the Swan and Dolphin, and Epcot. When I was originally thinking of staying at the Swan or Dolphin, I was having a hard time remembering how close everything was to each other. The answer in case you're curious is pretty darn close. Three, it gave us a chance to finally put on our sunglasses which had been safely stowed in the locker until this moment. And finally, four, it wasn't the bus.

On arriving at the International gateway we debated between taking the long walk to the lockers where we'd be leaving or using the lockers where we were and coming back. We opted for the immediate walk. Yeah, I know it sounds trivial and you're probably wondering why I'm mentioning it at all, but I guess you'd have to know that by this time in the trip, both of us were feeling like 80 year olds. We both make our living sitting on our butts staring at a PC monitor. And while we're normally pretty active working on the house in the warmer months, not so much when it's 30 below and the snowdrifts in the driveway make you forget that somewhere four feet down, there is grass. Really there is.

So onwards to the lockers we plodded stopping on the way to get fastpasses for Mission Space although I was still doubtful about riding given the warnings. I was pretty close to green on Star Tours a few years ago and was all the way to green for several hours after Virtual Space Mountain on a previous trip. Again, we didn't really need the fastpasses, the standby wait was only 15 minutes but we didn't want to ride just then.

We did a quick virtual geocache in the area and then stored the sunglasses and camera in the lockers, pulling out the rain jackets because it was starting to look grey again. On returning to Mission Space, I still had some reservations, so I carefully read the warning sign and on discovering that I matched more than two of the criteria for people who may want to skip it. We skipped it, and handed our fastpasses off to someone else. We decided to grab fastpasses for Test Track and head off to the countries instead.

Walking over to the countries, Mary found another geocache, signed the log, took a 10 pence coin, left an Indiana state quarter and replaced the cache container where it was found. In the process she managed to annoy a nice German couple who were trying to take pictures (sans Mary) near the cache.

The sun was really starting to shine now and the sky had finally turned all blue. We celebrated with a Rignes in Norway and continued along where the Chinese acrobats were performing. Farther up, we stopped at the drummers in Japan and the Carnivale troupe in Italy. It was at that point that I was regretting leaving the camera behind at the locker (hey, we've been here before so many time, what could I possibly want to take a picture of?) The troupe reminded me of La Nouba and I spent some time trying to figure out what each figure represented and why the man in gold and black was so generous with his one flower (giving it away to a young lady in the crowd) when the man in red held back his full bouquet? I mean doesn't red stand for passion? (at least it did in American Beauty). I relayed my thoughts to Mary. She remarked that she thought they were creepy. Oh well, what she lacks in depth, she makes up for in patience.

Snack time was rolling around, so we stopped in at the Yakatori house which some people thought was good and others referred to as the Yuck-a-tori house. I have to say, that night the food was perfectly acceptable as a quick snack. I got chicken teriyaki and Mary had the Tonosama Combination, both choosing iced green tea. We grabbed a seat outside just as the sun was setting.

Afterwards, we explored a few more shops and headed back over towards Test Track. This time, there were no hitches and we completed our ride without interruption. Last year, when I first went on this ride, I did so without knowing any of its surprises. I won't spoil it but the ride still holds a certain amount of exhilaration in certain parts if you know what I mean (wink).

Test Track was our last ride before hitting the shops and heading out. We were trying to guess when the Superbowl would end because we wanted to catch the premier of Survivor. We figured it started at 6:30 and most games with the new rules in place last only 21/2 to 3 hours. So even with an extended half time show, we wanted to be back at the hotel by 9pm. Figuring a maximum of 30 minutes to wait for the bus, and a 15 minute trip, we left around 8pm.

Even with stopping for beer from the food court coolers ($4 each if you're interested, oh and Mary was carded. Hee!) and an iced tea from the machine near our room ($2.50 with no id required) we arrived just as the 2nd quarter was coming to an end. The very odd MT(and A)V halftime show ensued. Man grabbing crotch, man in American flag poncho, bump and grind, bump and grind, oh look was that a breast? I called my sister, Laura, at home to confirm my observations then jumped into the shower hoping that the Pats would either win or lose but please not go into overtime. Thanks Kasay, you're a peach. 11pm Survivor finally starts. Midnight it's lights out for us (and Tina).

Continue to Day 4 below.
 
We were up at 7:30 to finish up packing, eat, load the car, checkout, and take some final pictures of the resort. We want to be on the road by 10 o'clock to have time to return the rental and make our noon flight. I leave a departure day tip for Mousekeeping - something I don't usually do. (no, no, I tip, it's not like I don't tip, I said I'm cheap but I'm not cruel, I just usually don't leave one on checking out) This was in appreciation of the Mousekeeper who had tied our bathmat into a little bow, made a neat little bed for our toothbrushes out of a hand towel, turned a washcloth into a soap cozy, and artfully fanned out the tissues in the tissue box. Mary make her last minute sweep of the room opening drawers I've already checked and flipping up the bedspread to peer underneath the bed. I've already checked the drawers but it's just easier to remain silent.

We wheeled our suitcases out and said goodbye to room 6447. We loaded up the car and went back inside to eat and figure out how to checkout since there wasn't an envelope on the door when we left. We grabbed a couple of pastries and then headed over to the check-in desk. The lines were fairly long so I ducked into the guest services line and inquired how to check out. Lydia, the very nice guest services CM smiled and said I just need to say goodbye to her. So I did and with little more than that, we were off to the gift shop in search of a Pop Century magnet to add to the growing collections on the refrigerator. They were sold out so we had to settle for a Pop Century key chain.

We got in line to pay for our extravagant purchase. In front of us was a woman purchasing a Pal Mickey. Aww cute. Five minutes passed and the CM was still fiddling with something in a drawer. Mary theorized that maybe he had to be programmed. I sent Mary out to the car since I'd just exhausted the card in the camera while I waited. She suggested another line but I was sure it wouldn't be long and I was now mesmerized by the slow motion randomness that the CM had adopted in dealing with his Pal Mickey problem. Now he had decided that the thing to do was to get Pal Mickey out of his box. Pal Mickey was tethered to the cardboard in several places with twist ties which were further secured with tape. The CM got out a pair of scissors and started to gouge at the tape trying which would then allow him to undo the twist ties which would eventually free Pal Mickey from his cardboard prison. I watched stupefied. Once freed, the CM returned to poking his pen into an open drawer by the cash register and looking perplexed. What followed was opening and closing more drawers, looking at pieces of paper in the drawer, tossing the paper back in, moving to another drawer, then back to poking again. I had a good 10 minutes invested and I wanted to see how this all turned out but Mary was due back from the car any moment and so I broke free and stumbled zombie-like to another register. Mary returned just as I finished paying for my $3.99 key chain and we snapped a few last pictures as we made our way back to the car.

We made it to the airport and returned the car with no troubles. The lines for Delta were horrendous, but we had e-tickets and were able to use the self-service kiosks to get our boarding passes (swipe a credit card of driver's license to get the process started, it's easy after that). There was a large pile-up in front of security, but once we were in queue, it was only about 20 minutes to get through. Our flights were on time and we landed in Burlington a little after 5pm. The car started (yeah!) and an hour later we were back at the farmhouse and our four foot snowdrifts.

Spring is only 12 weeks away.
 

Loved your report....LOL about the folks who didn't realize they were down one kid!

We had the same impression about Kona Cafe, I was expecting an enclosed restaurant, and it felt more like a mall food court. The food was good though.
 
He kindly directed us to the 'big-losers-that-are-lost' turnaround

Hey I know that place, been there at least twice!:crazy:

I really enjoyed your detailed report. Thanks!
 
Thanks for your trip report, mercurytm! I enjoyed it, especially on this COLD morning in MI. I'll be heading down in a couple of days for a run and then again at Easter.

Is it spring here yet?

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Enjoyed reading your trip report. It sounds like you have the same problems with lines that I do - always pick the slowest line even though it looks like the shortest. LOL :)
 
I have to say, I loved your whole Trip Report! It was just like being there! (And that means a lot, since our next trip isn't for a year!)
But most of all, I had to laugh when you said you remain silent, as Mary re-checks all the drawers and under the bed, at your hotel before you check-out. I can identify with Mary. My husband sometimes says, "I already checked everything." And then I say, well then, who's shaver was this on the bathtub? Look, here's your map to the airport and your Hard Rock Access card. Did you want those?" Yes, he's remaining more and more silent, as I rush around checking the room. He's actually started just rolling his luggage down the hallway, just leaving me to check the room to my heart's delight. He doesn't even wait for me anymore! That's OK. I couldn't leave without checking, just to get peace of mind!
Thanks for a wonderful trip!
Pomcoach::MinnieMo
 
What a nice trip! Those plastic figurines that Laura wanted are the same things my father always looks for. He's got a big collection but always gets mad that they don't have a lot of them anymore. That was his favorite souvenir.
 
Great report!

I also have been through the big loser turn around at Epcot. :p

Thanks so much for sharing-----felt like I was there too.
 
I enjoyed the trip report. It sounds like your first trip to the POP went better than what you expected. It was a good report.

Welcome back soon.
 














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