The beginnings of Trip #2 are intertwined with the characters, so rather than Pre-Trip and later Introductions, Ill tackle them both and call it a Prologue.
Interestingly, the idea for this trip taken Mid-May 2008 was conceived before the first trip in this report. Back in January, I was knee-deep in a photography class when Leo and I hit The World with Lauralee and her DS Michael. I had an assignment due the week after our WDW weekend and tried to take some photos for it while at WDW.
It didnt work so well. With the boy in tow.

Its darned hard to keep track of a then-5-year-old while sizing up the perfect pictorial composition, adjusting various camera settings, and sorting through lens options. Leo would likely either wander off whilst I did my camera-geek dance or hed complain about me taking too long.
So, not long after we returned from our January trip, I decided to take advantage of one of the three weekends in May Leo would spend with his dad and head to WDW solo. Id be free to photograph to my hearts content, free of any parental obligations.
It would also be my very first trip Dinseying solo. I wasnt nervous about that but it turns out I wasnt jumping for joy about it either. More on that to come.
For my all-photo solo weekend I decided to roll the DVC dice and see what I could get far into the seven month window in which I could book a resort other than my home resort, SSR. Dont get me wrong I loooove SSR! I cant wait to go back Home this August. But I want to sample other DVC offerings, too. Gotta see where I might want to buy future points, right?!
I called Member Services, not at all optimistic about my chances, and asked for Beach Club Villas
a studio
for a Sat. and Sun
.
SCORE!
Amazingly, there
was a BCV studio available for that Sat
. but not for Sun. Okay. No sweat. Just another opportunity to try more resorts out. I rolled again. OKW! Excellent I had two of the DVC resorts I most wanted to visit lined up and a whole weekend all to myself!
Except that I couldnt really take that Monday off from work. It was fine when I booked, but then Leo got the flu. BAM 4 days of vacation/sick time gone. There was no way around it, I couldnt afford to take a Monday for myself and still have enough hours to cover Leos various school days off and future sick days. I canceled OKW.
And then, sometime in March-ish, I found myself talking about my BCV weekend with my dear friend Char and it just popped out of my mouth: Want to come with me for a girls weekend?
So much for a solo trip!
Char and I have known each other since 1997, when we met working at the same bank. We were friendly then, but our friendship really blossomed over the past five years, during which I lost my husband to divorce and Char lost her husband to cancer. Over those years, weve supported one another, kept each other laughing, shared single-parenting woes and triumphs, and just plain been there for each other. Weve also done the Disney thing. Food & Wine Fest, our sons birthdays, no-good-reason weekends
shes my WDW buddy. Now Chars nowhere as addicted as us DISers, but the woman knows the value of a good touring plan, understands the wisdom in being on-hand for rope drop, and trusts me implicitly to design a fun trip under any circumstances. Char had but one request for the weekend: a meal at Rose & Crown. I told her Id do my best and she agreed to come along.
Meanwhile, somewhere along the way, Chars sister Erin made plans to come down to FL for a visit
during the time wed be at WDW. Erin had joined us last May at WDW and Ive known her for as long as Ive known Char, so I extended the weekends invitation to her as well. In the end, Erin wasnt able to get decent airfare and didnt make it down, but her presumed presence factored into my ADR-making.
By the time I called Disney Dining, we were WELL within 180 days before the trip; I wasnt optimistic. And yet, somehow I was able to score R&C for dinner for the three of us.

I wasnt so lucky with the Gardenview Room Tea. They had no openings for a party of three, so I settled for a table for two and figured Id take tea on my own. Another great thing about Chars, Erins and my traveling relationship is that we have no problems going our own ways when desired.
Okay, so the body of the trip had changed some, but my purpose was still focused on the photography. Or was it?
Actually, as time went by and it got hotter down here in FL, the thought of trudging around with a bunch of camera equipment became less and less appealing. Conversely, the idea of sauntering around, drink in hand, talking with friends, became more and more appealing. By the time I hit the Road to Disney, Id abandoned the Good Camera in favor of the teeny-tiny camera and pocket full of one dollar bills. For bar tips, natch.
Heading to WDW, I was excited and nervous at the same time. BCV was one of the few places on the WDW map Id not seen before. Sure, Id stayed at the Beach Club in the past, and Ive logged many hours in the BC/YC lobbies, not to mention walking around the lake, but never before had I ventured over to the Villas.
Would they look like the amazing pictures Id seen online? How would I be treated was it too much to expect excellent customer service just after Spring Break? Would we wind up with some dreaded dumpster view? All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I drove along at record speed to WDW.
You may be wondering where the heck Char was at this point. This is going to come as a shock, given current gas prices, but
.
we took separate cars.
Wait, wait! Dont turn me in to the pollution police I swear Im green! Its just that Char needed to drop her son and dog off at her in-laws house 45 minutes from WDW. Chars in-laws, who I love and adore, have a whole mess of dogs. Im deathly allergic to dogs. Okay, it might not be
deathly, but its bad enough that exposure leads to massive asthma attacks. NOT fun under any circumstances, but especially not on vacation. So spending 1.5 hours in a car with a dog, plus an hour or so in a house full of dogs, was out of the question. Taking two cars was a necessity.
Char decided to drive the night before and spend the night at her in-laws. The plan was that Id call Char when I left my house at 7am, which would give her 45-ish minutes to shower, eat, etc. and then hit the road, meeting me at BCV about the time I arrived.
It was good plan.
But poor Char had one of
those mornings you know, when the baby clings, the hair goes limp and the clothing stains instantly? And, simultaneously, I was having one of
THOSE! mornings everything was going swimmingly for V! I made it to WDW in an I-4 land speed record time of 1.25 hours. There was no I mean NO traffic on the Interstate that morning. My car was hap-hap-happy and things were goin my way. I was Lenny. Kravitz. Asking the world, and The World, Are you gonna go my way? And the world said Hellz yeah!
As for The World
well, that remained to be seen.
I pulled up to the BC portico, handed over my car to the valet and walked to the Villas to check in. Ive since heard WDW decided to discontinue check-ins at the Villas, and I understand the cost-saving value in that, but I have to say it was a
wonderful experience!
No line, I just walked up, provided my name and waited to see what Id get. Catch this: 9am, and the lovely CM told me Im so sorry PrincessV, but your room is not yet available. But I can take your luggage right here and if youll provide a number, well call your cell phone when your room is ready for you.
Wait.
Theyll call [/I]me[/I]??? Isnt it usually the other way around?! I was already in love. With the BCV.
I walked back outside to call Char and compose myself. Char was running late and was hugely apologetic, but it was all good; I was ready to wander around taking pictures so I told her to take her time and call me when she got to the BC entrance.
Taking a deep breath, I took in the BCV anew, trying hard to notice every detail
OMG, if I was in loooove with the service at check-in, I was in absolute heart-throbbing primal LUST with the looks of BCV! I swear that place fit me like a glove. Casual, yet elegant. Classic, reserved. But also fun and relaxed. It felt, truly, like
home. I grew up by the water and anything that reminds me of that feels "right" - BCV delivered on that and more.
And I hadn't even made it past the villas lobby area!
Coming up: a walk around Storm Along Bay.... minus the crowds!