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Day 4 - Last Day
So the alarm goes off. I hit snooze twice, but know that I have to get up because I wasn't packed, I needed a shower, I needed to check my luggage down stairs and I desperately wanted a milk chocolate pretzel with PB chips from goofy's candy company. So I try to yank her out of bed and tell her we HAVE to hurry. She wants to go down and smoke, I told her hurry and you have to figure out your Magical Express so do that... but quickly! So in the time she was gone, I packed everything of mine, made coffee, showered, dressed and put makeup on and went for a second cup. She comes back crying saying they're forcing her to leave at 12:30. I guess I didn't see the big deal because I'm used to it. My response was, alright then, hurry we HAVE TO LEAVE! Maybe she didn't hear me because she just on the bed crying and complaining. This wasn't solving anything. I was ready, I was hungry and she wasn't packed or showered. I could see this was not going to end in my favor. So I call reservations and ask what time Boma stopped serving breakfast...11--we weren't going to make that. Okay, what time does, (gasping because I didn't want to eat here) Sanaa start serving lunch.... 11:30---we'll take it. There wasn't much on the menu for me, but we had 2 credits left, no time to get anywhere, and I figured it's "free" and if I don't like it I'll eat at the airport. So finally she gets everything together, I call the bellhop to come get our stuff and she decides to unpack one bag and put it in another. I told her he's coming and she has to be ready... of course not--she was screwing around and he had to wait on us. Baggage Check was a challenge. Not for me... I've done this bunches of times. She kept wanting to be in my line and I kept telling her she had to be separate. She wanted to be with me... I'm like.... YOU ARE GOING TO PENNSYLVANIA---I AM GOING TO KENTUCKY---OUR BAGS CAN NOT GO TO THE SAME PLACE. This may have been my final outcry of frustration. ((Fun Tip: The Cincinnati Airport is in Northern Kentucky
7 minutes from my condo--convenience is lovely)) She went to the next line, questioned everything the lady was doing, repeated it back to her wrong, etc etc etc. I was done, checked, paid--peace out. So we had 10 minutes before Sanaa opened. She went outside, I went to the gift shop and got 2 boxes of cookies, a thing of cotton candy and a cherry coke--I had to use the snack credits up. All but the cherry coke is still currently in my luggage. So when she came back in, I was sitting in the lobby on a chair with my head all the way back like I was stressed and ready to lose it. She cried that she didn't want to go home and that she had the most wonderful time with me. This went on and on and I started to feel bad about all my anxious emotions from the previous 4 days. She said she wanted to do this again very soon 
She asked if I would come back with her and I told her yes. What was I going to say... no? 
So it was time to check in at Sanaa, we were seated in their "sweet" seat overlooking the middle of the savannah. There was a zebra rolling around in the dirt and it was pretty funny. Reminds me of what my doggie does after a bath. Then all 4 giraffes walked by... it was fun. Our waitress was very nice, very knowledgeable. There wasn't very many options for my palatte so I went with breaded califlower for an appie, turkey club for entree and chocolate cake for dessert. I think she had a weird type of tomato soup, weird pork chop and the same dessert as me. I make breaded califlower at home all the time and I love it, so I was hopeful I was going to like it. One bite... fire, spice, burn. I didn't want to be rude, so I tried another bite... this hurt even worse. I couldn't do it, I felt like it was going to come back up right there. I pushed it away. I thought once my meal came that the bread on the sandwich would soak up what was going on in there. The sandwich wasn't bad except I was holding down what was obviously unavoidable. I didn't eat much. The server took off the califlower when she saw I didn't eat it. I told her since we were on the dxddp she didn't need to, but she did, and I tipped her as if it were still there. I ate 2 bites of the chocolate cake and it wasn't bad, I was just feeling a bit 
. At this point we had to rush out of there because her ME bus was coming. I didn't want to spend our goodbye moments hovered over in the RR... so I did my best to keep my composure. We got her stuff from bell services, said goodbyes and she was off. I still had an hour... thank God. The second she got on the bus I went running inside. I felt like I needed fresh air so I went outside to the viewing area and sat on a rocking chair. I talked to a lovely lady from South Africa name Christine. We talked about me coming back in 6 weeks, about how Sanaa isn't for everyone 
and about transportation options like renting a car to make life easier. I think she was relieved to not have someone ask her what a wildebeast was. I rocked and rocked for a while. It was relaxing and I was catching some sun and some vitamin D. None of this would have happened if we ate at Cap'n Jacks. 
Once I figured I was getting sunburn, I went back in. As soon as I got up out of my rocker and started moving... it was back . I felt kind of bad because the RR's are super pretty there and when you go in, they're so zen... then you hear the chick that can't handle indian/african spices vomiting in the corner. Appetizing. So I figured the place for me to be was in a rocking chair outside. This time I went up to the shaded areas on the lobby level and rocked myself till the ME bus came. I was praying I wouldn't get sick on the bus. We made another stop at POP before going to the airport and I was getting nervous--I think I had one more round left before I was done. I get to the airport... take care of that--which was much more difficult when you have a giant vera bag and a carry-on in there with you. Not much standing room. This time I actually felt like a champion... like it was all gone. Sweet. So I get thru security like a breeze. I did witness the funniest thing ever. There was a dad who had a little boy with him... probably about 4 years old. The little boy wouldn't take his mickey crocs off to go thru security. He was dead weight on the ground screaming at the top of his lungs. The dad wasn't doing much to remedy this...not doing a good job at all. So security said, "pick him up, take off his shoes and carry him thru the scanner." The screaming didn't end. After the dad put him down after getting thru the scanner... he laid on the ground, dead weight and screamed. This went on as I went thru, put my shoes on and got my stuff back together. I had watched this for about 5-7 minutes and I decided enough was enough. I went over and asked if he needed help. He was juggling bags, carry-ons, a stoller and a limp kid. He looked at me and said that he had it under control 
Obviously not. So I left and got on the monorail-ish thing to go to my gate since my services weren't needed. Once I got to the gate, I smelled food. Regular food. I decided to go with a kids chicken fingers and fries meal and a coke. This is what I'm talking about... normalness. I just ate small because I wasn't sure what would happen, and I knew Dave would want to eat when I got home. I was revived and back in action. Would anyone be offended if I served this type of fare at my wedding? I think it would be delish Just kidding... I love steak as much as I love a chicken finger. The plane ride was 2 hours, then I was home. Dave picked me up at the airport and we went to O'Charleys for some dinner. I had the Steak and Chicken Finger meal... how perfect... I think they made that meal for me. 
We talked about all the events that happened and I told him next time, he was going too. 
I was exhausted. I was so happy to see Baxter and almost immediately I got in bed and snuggled up with my little doggie and the love of my life. My adventure ends there.
Now to figure out what I'm going to do with this wedding. I haven't heard back from Bill yet about the other possible reception areas. I had to hard sell the idea to Dave about the tasting and customization... but I think I'm winning him over if I find the right venue. I'm glad I had a change of heart. It was all of my disboard supporters that helped me thru my doubts and I can't thank everyone enough. If you're still following along... the best is yet to come! July is our 16 months, November is our 12 months and that's all right around the corner!! It's starting to be real, which means it's time to get down to business!!
Thanks for reading my TR... hope it made you giggle at least once
So the alarm goes off. I hit snooze twice, but know that I have to get up because I wasn't packed, I needed a shower, I needed to check my luggage down stairs and I desperately wanted a milk chocolate pretzel with PB chips from goofy's candy company. So I try to yank her out of bed and tell her we HAVE to hurry. She wants to go down and smoke, I told her hurry and you have to figure out your Magical Express so do that... but quickly! So in the time she was gone, I packed everything of mine, made coffee, showered, dressed and put makeup on and went for a second cup. She comes back crying saying they're forcing her to leave at 12:30. I guess I didn't see the big deal because I'm used to it. My response was, alright then, hurry we HAVE TO LEAVE! Maybe she didn't hear me because she just on the bed crying and complaining. This wasn't solving anything. I was ready, I was hungry and she wasn't packed or showered. I could see this was not going to end in my favor. So I call reservations and ask what time Boma stopped serving breakfast...11--we weren't going to make that. Okay, what time does, (gasping because I didn't want to eat here) Sanaa start serving lunch.... 11:30---we'll take it. There wasn't much on the menu for me, but we had 2 credits left, no time to get anywhere, and I figured it's "free" and if I don't like it I'll eat at the airport. So finally she gets everything together, I call the bellhop to come get our stuff and she decides to unpack one bag and put it in another. I told her he's coming and she has to be ready... of course not--she was screwing around and he had to wait on us. Baggage Check was a challenge. Not for me... I've done this bunches of times. She kept wanting to be in my line and I kept telling her she had to be separate. She wanted to be with me... I'm like.... YOU ARE GOING TO PENNSYLVANIA---I AM GOING TO KENTUCKY---OUR BAGS CAN NOT GO TO THE SAME PLACE. This may have been my final outcry of frustration. ((Fun Tip: The Cincinnati Airport is in Northern Kentucky
7 minutes from my condo--convenience is lovely)) She went to the next line, questioned everything the lady was doing, repeated it back to her wrong, etc etc etc. I was done, checked, paid--peace out. So we had 10 minutes before Sanaa opened. She went outside, I went to the gift shop and got 2 boxes of cookies, a thing of cotton candy and a cherry coke--I had to use the snack credits up. All but the cherry coke is still currently in my luggage. So when she came back in, I was sitting in the lobby on a chair with my head all the way back like I was stressed and ready to lose it. She cried that she didn't want to go home and that she had the most wonderful time with me. This went on and on and I started to feel bad about all my anxious emotions from the previous 4 days. She said she wanted to do this again very soon She asked if I would come back with her and I told her yes. What was I going to say... no? So it was time to check in at Sanaa, we were seated in their "sweet" seat overlooking the middle of the savannah. There was a zebra rolling around in the dirt and it was pretty funny. Reminds me of what my doggie does after a bath. Then all 4 giraffes walked by... it was fun. Our waitress was very nice, very knowledgeable. There wasn't very many options for my palatte so I went with breaded califlower for an appie, turkey club for entree and chocolate cake for dessert. I think she had a weird type of tomato soup, weird pork chop and the same dessert as me. I make breaded califlower at home all the time and I love it, so I was hopeful I was going to like it. One bite... fire, spice, burn. I didn't want to be rude, so I tried another bite... this hurt even worse. I couldn't do it, I felt like it was going to come back up right there. I pushed it away. I thought once my meal came that the bread on the sandwich would soak up what was going on in there. The sandwich wasn't bad except I was holding down what was obviously unavoidable. I didn't eat much. The server took off the califlower when she saw I didn't eat it. I told her since we were on the dxddp she didn't need to, but she did, and I tipped her as if it were still there. I ate 2 bites of the chocolate cake and it wasn't bad, I was just feeling a bit . At this point we had to rush out of there because her ME bus was coming. I didn't want to spend our goodbye moments hovered over in the RR... so I did my best to keep my composure. We got her stuff from bell services, said goodbyes and she was off. I still had an hour... thank God. The second she got on the bus I went running inside. I felt like I needed fresh air so I went outside to the viewing area and sat on a rocking chair. I talked to a lovely lady from South Africa name Christine. We talked about me coming back in 6 weeks, about how Sanaa isn't for everyone and about transportation options like renting a car to make life easier. I think she was relieved to not have someone ask her what a wildebeast was. I rocked and rocked for a while. It was relaxing and I was catching some sun and some vitamin D. None of this would have happened if we ate at Cap'n Jacks. Once I figured I was getting sunburn, I went back in. As soon as I got up out of my rocker and started moving... it was back . I felt kind of bad because the RR's are super pretty there and when you go in, they're so zen... then you hear the chick that can't handle indian/african spices vomiting in the corner. Appetizing. So I figured the place for me to be was in a rocking chair outside. This time I went up to the shaded areas on the lobby level and rocked myself till the ME bus came. I was praying I wouldn't get sick on the bus. We made another stop at POP before going to the airport and I was getting nervous--I think I had one more round left before I was done. I get to the airport... take care of that--which was much more difficult when you have a giant vera bag and a carry-on in there with you. Not much standing room. This time I actually felt like a champion... like it was all gone. Sweet. So I get thru security like a breeze. I did witness the funniest thing ever. There was a dad who had a little boy with him... probably about 4 years old. The little boy wouldn't take his mickey crocs off to go thru security. He was dead weight on the ground screaming at the top of his lungs. The dad wasn't doing much to remedy this...not doing a good job at all. So security said, "pick him up, take off his shoes and carry him thru the scanner." The screaming didn't end. After the dad put him down after getting thru the scanner... he laid on the ground, dead weight and screamed. This went on as I went thru, put my shoes on and got my stuff back together. I had watched this for about 5-7 minutes and I decided enough was enough. I went over and asked if he needed help. He was juggling bags, carry-ons, a stoller and a limp kid. He looked at me and said that he had it under control Obviously not. So I left and got on the monorail-ish thing to go to my gate since my services weren't needed. Once I got to the gate, I smelled food. Regular food. I decided to go with a kids chicken fingers and fries meal and a coke. This is what I'm talking about... normalness. I just ate small because I wasn't sure what would happen, and I knew Dave would want to eat when I got home. I was revived and back in action. Would anyone be offended if I served this type of fare at my wedding? I think it would be delish Just kidding... I love steak as much as I love a chicken finger. The plane ride was 2 hours, then I was home. Dave picked me up at the airport and we went to O'Charleys for some dinner. I had the Steak and Chicken Finger meal... how perfect... I think they made that meal for me. We talked about all the events that happened and I told him next time, he was going too. I was exhausted. I was so happy to see Baxter and almost immediately I got in bed and snuggled up with my little doggie and the love of my life. My adventure ends there. Now to figure out what I'm going to do with this wedding. I haven't heard back from Bill yet about the other possible reception areas. I had to hard sell the idea to Dave about the tasting and customization... but I think I'm winning him over if I find the right venue. I'm glad I had a change of heart. It was all of my disboard supporters that helped me thru my doubts and I can't thank everyone enough. If you're still following along... the best is yet to come! July is our 16 months, November is our 12 months and that's all right around the corner!! It's starting to be real, which means it's time to get down to business!!
Thanks for reading my TR... hope it made you giggle at least once
And you certainly made me giggle...ALOT! Glad you felt better after your episode at Sanaa, Im such a meat and potatoes girl myself. Give me mashed potatoes and chicken any day!...Actually I was thinking about serving 'comfort foods' at our wedding..chicken, mac-n-cheese, mashed potatoes, etc. Sounds so good! 
VE THAT DRESS! SERIOUSLY OBSESSED! IT LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU! I DONT THINK I CAN VERBALIZE MY FEELINGS FOR THAT DRESS!! (le sigh)
At least the next time you go back, you'll be with DF! 
I LUV your pun!! Thanks!!
Have a good one!
. I'm not uber upset because I kind of figured that... I was just wondering. 
and just walk over to Narcoossee's Landing. Is outside just too risky? Will my family or Dave hate this idea? I'm tired of selling ideas to people and not getting commission for my work 
That's just how I roll? haha. Then play around with the ideas of the summerhouse and ideas to cut costs so that I could get my couch in there also ALONG with the most important guests, Mickey and Minnie..
