JennyDrake
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Day #2TR The Train Wreck Ends and Magic Begins
4/19
Cast of Characters
Jenny (me)-turning 40 this year, WDW fanatic, married to DH, AKA John Wayne, childless by choice, live on a farm in TN where we produce and sell organic meats
Cathy-age 36, friend from the trenches of public health, lives in IL, married w/ a 6 year old.
Background: 4 years ago Cathy began planning a trip for us to WDW to celebrate my 40th birthday. HER TREAT. Too generous for me to even articulate
I staggered out of bed and met customer #1 in the parking lot. He was very nice and understanding of the whole trip mess. He did comment that I looked pretty rough I was too tired to punch him. Went back to bed for 2.25 hours then got up and met customer #2. She was equally nice.
The next disaster was I found 2 small packages of meat that were missed and not delivered long the trip. Great, just great. But here is where the Disney Magic Begins! (Imagine Disney tunes in the background and pixie dust falling from the sky.)
I still had plenty of dry ice and the products were both cured bacon, which is not real high on the potentially hazardous scale. What I didnt have were BOXES ..
By now Cathy was up and we decided to skip any activities for the day except eating and sleeping. We went to the food court and each had a salad that had mandarin oranges, blue cheese and walnuts. They were OK, but Im not the biggest salad fan. Still, I wasnt up for eating much more. We also got refillable mugs.
We asked at the front desk if they had any boxes, and they said no but to ask at the gift shop. The very nice CM there told us to check back later in the afternoon as they unpacked goods.
We decided to go back to bed for a few hours, then take the truck back. Napped, got up feeling quasi human and asked for gift boxes. The gift shop was great! They gave us our choice of box sizes and even told us we could get tape for packing at the front desk. The front desk happily provided tape and Fed Ex labels.
Here is where the real humor starts we decide to pack the boxes right there in the lobby. So I pull dry ice out of a bag using my ever-so-handy gardening gloves, and we begin fitting stuff into boxes, including using the packing paper the gift shop had also provided. I was just sure we were breaking some kind of HazMat law and at any moment men in full gear were going to burst through the door.
We then got the giggles BAD and the only thing I could think was, I bet you couldnt do this in the lobby of the Grand Floridian!
Boxes packed, labels applied and back to the scorching hot, big honkin yellow truck.
We had a terrible time finding the return place, had to call Penske twice, but goter done. Took a cab back to the hotel. Cathys ankle was puffy and had a big red mark, but it wasnt terrible or purple. She was pretty concerned, but being a very good sportand friend.
We ate dinner in the food court. She had flat bread something and I had lasagna, but wished Id gotten the flat bread thing.
Back to bed, where I just lay down and died. The next day she told me Id missed my almost favorite episode of Law and Order. Great, just great.
4/19
Cast of Characters
Jenny (me)-turning 40 this year, WDW fanatic, married to DH, AKA John Wayne, childless by choice, live on a farm in TN where we produce and sell organic meats
Cathy-age 36, friend from the trenches of public health, lives in IL, married w/ a 6 year old.
Background: 4 years ago Cathy began planning a trip for us to WDW to celebrate my 40th birthday. HER TREAT. Too generous for me to even articulate
I staggered out of bed and met customer #1 in the parking lot. He was very nice and understanding of the whole trip mess. He did comment that I looked pretty rough I was too tired to punch him. Went back to bed for 2.25 hours then got up and met customer #2. She was equally nice.
The next disaster was I found 2 small packages of meat that were missed and not delivered long the trip. Great, just great. But here is where the Disney Magic Begins! (Imagine Disney tunes in the background and pixie dust falling from the sky.)
I still had plenty of dry ice and the products were both cured bacon, which is not real high on the potentially hazardous scale. What I didnt have were BOXES ..
By now Cathy was up and we decided to skip any activities for the day except eating and sleeping. We went to the food court and each had a salad that had mandarin oranges, blue cheese and walnuts. They were OK, but Im not the biggest salad fan. Still, I wasnt up for eating much more. We also got refillable mugs.
We asked at the front desk if they had any boxes, and they said no but to ask at the gift shop. The very nice CM there told us to check back later in the afternoon as they unpacked goods.
We decided to go back to bed for a few hours, then take the truck back. Napped, got up feeling quasi human and asked for gift boxes. The gift shop was great! They gave us our choice of box sizes and even told us we could get tape for packing at the front desk. The front desk happily provided tape and Fed Ex labels.
Here is where the real humor starts we decide to pack the boxes right there in the lobby. So I pull dry ice out of a bag using my ever-so-handy gardening gloves, and we begin fitting stuff into boxes, including using the packing paper the gift shop had also provided. I was just sure we were breaking some kind of HazMat law and at any moment men in full gear were going to burst through the door.
We then got the giggles BAD and the only thing I could think was, I bet you couldnt do this in the lobby of the Grand Floridian!
Boxes packed, labels applied and back to the scorching hot, big honkin yellow truck.
We had a terrible time finding the return place, had to call Penske twice, but goter done. Took a cab back to the hotel. Cathys ankle was puffy and had a big red mark, but it wasnt terrible or purple. She was pretty concerned, but being a very good sportand friend.
We ate dinner in the food court. She had flat bread something and I had lasagna, but wished Id gotten the flat bread thing.
Back to bed, where I just lay down and died. The next day she told me Id missed my almost favorite episode of Law and Order. Great, just great.
