Day 2
After nowhere near enough sleep and after listening to the neighbors argue (I think) about luggage in the middle of the night before, the alarm starts chirping. Not that annoying buzz like the one at home, but something like a weird mechanical bird. Which I think is what I started dreaming about chasing me when I heard it. It was going to be an exciting morning though, and I was out of bed and ready in record time. DH was up and ready even quicker and, being the wonderful DH he was this morning (I think he was perhaps a little apologetic from the incident the night before ) took a walk to retrieve some caffeine in the form of Coke for his wife. AND he remembered the camera!
This morning, we were starting out at my dream resort, the Grand Floridian. Top down, this time comb stowed in my purse so I didnt look like I just came out of a wind tunnel, and we were off for 1900 Park Fare. My inner 6 year old was no longer inner, and I cannot be held responsible for my actions. I love Alice in Wonderland. I love the Mad Hatter. In fact, my youngest celebrated her first birthday with a Grace in One-derland tea party. This breakfast could have only been made better than there having been a Cheshire Cat and Caterpillar. As it was, it was Ah-Mazing!
We had been sat in the little hallway type area in the back, which was fine with me, because we (Read: I) could people watch outside as well as inside. For some reason, I ordered coffee. I know its instant. I know what instant coffee tastes like, and I know from our morning at Ohana in January that I DO NOT like it. Apparently I was overcome with emotion and therefore forgetfulness.
We had barely sat down when DH noticed the first characters coming out. I had forgotten that Pooh and Tigger often make appearances here, and I was no longer disappointed about no pictures from the night before at CP. It wasnt long in to our meal when they arrived, and we had some rather quick interactions with them. I dont blame them, we were the only no kids table in the whole place, I think.
Sooner rather than later, Miss Poppins made her appearance, and we were told that since we were celebrating my birthday, we should go fly a kite. Again, the interaction was quite short, but I was up for making the character rounds in the parks as well. We had time.
We had about finished breakfast when Alice arrived for her morning greeting. We were all set for a birthday party with our party dresses, and I promised not to chase any rabbits down their rabbit holes, so I wouldnt ruin my dress.
Then it was time. The time I had been waiting for. The Mad Hatter. He asked what I was that stuff in my coffee cup was, and I told him coffee. He said yuck, and something about it being icky stuff. I told him I completely agreed, because it was instant. (No offense to those who actually like the stuff, but I cant stomach it.) After the wonderful woman at the table behind us took some photos, we closed out our check and wandered around admiring the beauty (and gift shop ) of the Grand Floridian before wandering back to the car to put the top down and move on to the park of the day.
After nowhere near enough sleep and after listening to the neighbors argue (I think) about luggage in the middle of the night before, the alarm starts chirping. Not that annoying buzz like the one at home, but something like a weird mechanical bird. Which I think is what I started dreaming about chasing me when I heard it. It was going to be an exciting morning though, and I was out of bed and ready in record time. DH was up and ready even quicker and, being the wonderful DH he was this morning (I think he was perhaps a little apologetic from the incident the night before ) took a walk to retrieve some caffeine in the form of Coke for his wife. AND he remembered the camera!
This morning, we were starting out at my dream resort, the Grand Floridian. Top down, this time comb stowed in my purse so I didnt look like I just came out of a wind tunnel, and we were off for 1900 Park Fare. My inner 6 year old was no longer inner, and I cannot be held responsible for my actions. I love Alice in Wonderland. I love the Mad Hatter. In fact, my youngest celebrated her first birthday with a Grace in One-derland tea party. This breakfast could have only been made better than there having been a Cheshire Cat and Caterpillar. As it was, it was Ah-Mazing!
We had been sat in the little hallway type area in the back, which was fine with me, because we (Read: I) could people watch outside as well as inside. For some reason, I ordered coffee. I know its instant. I know what instant coffee tastes like, and I know from our morning at Ohana in January that I DO NOT like it. Apparently I was overcome with emotion and therefore forgetfulness.
We had barely sat down when DH noticed the first characters coming out. I had forgotten that Pooh and Tigger often make appearances here, and I was no longer disappointed about no pictures from the night before at CP. It wasnt long in to our meal when they arrived, and we had some rather quick interactions with them. I dont blame them, we were the only no kids table in the whole place, I think.
Sooner rather than later, Miss Poppins made her appearance, and we were told that since we were celebrating my birthday, we should go fly a kite. Again, the interaction was quite short, but I was up for making the character rounds in the parks as well. We had time.
We had about finished breakfast when Alice arrived for her morning greeting. We were all set for a birthday party with our party dresses, and I promised not to chase any rabbits down their rabbit holes, so I wouldnt ruin my dress.
Then it was time. The time I had been waiting for. The Mad Hatter. He asked what I was that stuff in my coffee cup was, and I told him coffee. He said yuck, and something about it being icky stuff. I told him I completely agreed, because it was instant. (No offense to those who actually like the stuff, but I cant stomach it.) After the wonderful woman at the table behind us took some photos, we closed out our check and wandered around admiring the beauty (and gift shop ) of the Grand Floridian before wandering back to the car to put the top down and move on to the park of the day.
