CheshireMelanie
Earning My Ears
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- Dec 5, 2004
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Cast
Melvis (a.k.a Melanie) Me (39 dangerously close to 40th birthday, which may have something to do with buying the Mazda Miata convertible and convincing all immediate family that we needed to spend an early holiday with The Mouse.)
Dr. D my dear, DH (54); purports to be Grumpy by wearing considerable items of clothing bearing said image, however, by nature, much more like Doc.
Deanster DSis (34) total princess with an amazing, creative brain secretly wishes to be Ariel if only to find her Prince Eric. Professional independent photographer.
Big Cal DFather (64) absolute salt of the earth. Would go anywhere, do anything just to please his wife and daughters (and to get them to be quiet!). Big Cal is 6 5.
Mini Maureen DMother (NOT 64!) I have acquired my best queenly skills by watching her all my life. Best thing she makes for dinner is reservations. She is 5 1.
Crew
Pag (pronounced with a long a as in short for The Pagan Baby) (25) He is the resident house sitter, limo driver to the airport, cat and dog feeder and all around cool guy. He, in essence, makes our vacations much more relaxing by knowing that all things are being taken care of at home.
Alarm goes off at 5:45 am.
Two dogs and DH half open their eyes and look at me like Im nuts. Its Saturday the world does not start until, at the absolute earliest, 10 am on Saturday.
But this isnt any ordinary Saturday. It is the Saturday we go to WDW!!
I remind them all of this and blow my nose for punctuation.
They look dubious, especially the Jack Russell.
Max became part of the family in February, 04 when he chose us by sitting in my front yard with no collar, a cocked head and a you need me kind of look on his face. He is a terrier through and through and also has a tendency to have separation anxiety. Which is why we kennel him if we are going to be gone. Would hate for Pag to walk into the house and Max to have chewed through the leather sofas. He loves the vet where we go, and they have yet to call us and demand that we come and get him, so all is good.
I walk to the living room to find the cat sitting in an open suitcase.
She is not amused. She is a Lavender Point Siamese. She is rarely amused.
She is also kinda purple like a Cheshire
She is very much MY cat. Siamese tend to be that way. Lilac tells me, rather loudly, that she is unhappy that we are leaving for such a significant amount of time and that as punishment she will be a total bother to Pag. That is an exact quote.
6:02 am. Phone rings. I see by the caller ID it is the Deanster. Must be on her way, its her cell phone.
Let me in, says she in her tiniest, sleepiest, COLDEST voice.
Where are you?
Im in the driveway
Seems she was up until 3 getting orders finished for clients that needed photos for Christmas and packing, etc. She knew if she went to sleep shed never get up on time, so she decided to run by the 24 Hour post office to mail some things (at 4 in the morning, in the rape and murder district of Dallas did I mention that she should have been a character in The Incredibles? She could have been Invincible Girl) and then drove 40 minutes to my house and slept in her car until she saw a light go on.
I bundle her in and got things going. Dr. D was out the door at 7 to take Max to the kennel. (I distinctly saw Lilac blow him a raspberry as he was lead out the door.) I called Pag to make sure he was awake and on his way over and did a last minute check of all bags. The Lab-spaniel mix
(who has disturbing tendencies towards cocker spanielism) has had her allergies flare up and Ive had to get out her meds for Pag to administer, but things were still going well.
We would be ready to leave for the airport at 8:00 am. I was sure of it.
8:10 Pag squeals in on two wheels, takes one look at all the luggage and mutters something under his breath. I believe it is some primordial male code. Dr. D subconsciously picks up on it and they begin grunting in early morning pre-coffee vernacular while looking at Pags trunk like apes contemplating the monolith.
I should have thought about this Pags trunk isnt big enough and I hadnt cleaned out the trunk of our Sedan.
Just a quick sidebar on what I envision a trunks function to be. 1.) a mobile closet and/or 2.) a mobile storage unit. And since the acquisition of the Miata and the subsequent diminished capacity of my own trunk space, I have usurped space in DHs sedan.
I have the trunk cleaned out in record time, mainly due to the fact that everything is thrown into the garage (hopefully not in any configuration that will become a fire hazard, but hey, thats why Pag is there.) and by 8:20 we are on our way.
Have printed our boarding passes so we can curbside check our luggage, hug the Pag goodbye and proceed upstairs to security.
Poor Dr. D he fits some profile and gets pulled out of line or makes the machine go off 9 out of 10 times. We also travel with his CPAP, which is a breathing apparatus that he wears at night for his sleep apnea. It is a gift from above as far as snore control goes, however it does tend to freak security out. We carry the instructions with it so we can prove what it is.
I turn around and see Dr. D turning into the much maligned superhero Naked Man. He has on no shoes, has turned everything out of his pockets, taken off his belt, his glasses AND his wedding ring and I am too far away to stop him if he begins to disrobe.
The cost of this trip you dont even want to know.
Seeing Dr. D breeze through security complete with small end zone celebration dance
priceless.
We hit McDonalds for coffee and small breakfast goodies and I take more Robitussin.
I blow my nose and cough as an added ploy for sympathy.
We board and get on our way on time and are told well get in ahead of schedule. Fabulous.
Just as drinks are being served the turbulence starts flight attendants hurry and finish and return to their seats. Captain tells us that hell change altitude and try to get us out of this REALLY choppy air. I know he did every thing he could we went up and down several times, but we pulled a Tigger all the way to Orlando.
Bouncy, Trouncy, Flouncy, Pouncy
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Now, I am not a particularly calm flyer, but I have discovered that Robitussin makes me just drowsy enough to not truly care about turbulence. Must remember this for future flights.
Arrive ahead of schedule, just as predicted. MCO is bustling, but not too bad. Festive decorations are up. We get our bags pretty quickly and head to Alamo. I read somewhere, and please forgive me for not giving proper credit to the OP, that you could rent a car quite inexpensively for a day and return it on Disney property. I checked it out and found out I could get a compact for $16.95 a day. Great used an upgrade voucher from American Express and got an intermediate for that price. Looked into doing same thing in reverse for going home, but rates were much higher because of the start of Christmas week and could do car service for about the same price.
Got checked in at Alamo and directed to parking garage. Deanster was now fully awake and excited to be there she forged ahead with instructions to pick a car in the intermediate row that was NOT white. Dr. D and I are moseying along letting Deanster get ahead. We begin to notice the Deanster pick up her pace there is another family headed with her to the intermediate row AND THERE ARE ONLY TWO CARS LEFT.
One of them is white.
Deanster beats them to the other car and flings her body and luggage across the trunk.
This car is metallic gold.
Now to be fair, it is a MUTED metallic gold, but it is gold nonetheless. Deanster loads up, quite happy with having chosen what we have now dubbed The Pimp Mobile. Dr. D (his name is Dennis) now believes that he is the new rapper P.Denny with his all girl band.
We head to the CSR with Big Cals carefully printed and very accurate GPS directions.
Weather is great. Resort is beautiful. Room is where we requested it to be. All is right with the world.
We are starving so head to Pepper Market. Deanster and I split chicken fajitas and Dr. D. has a Chinese dish. Both are great. We jump back in the Pimp Mobile and head to DD. Stroll around and marvel at the marketing that is Disney. We listen to a high school band that performs. We make mental notes as to what we might want to take back as gifts and souvenirs. Deanster gets hot chocolate at Ghiradellis. I just enjoy the night, hanging out with sis and dh.
And then (insert scary suspenseful minor chords here) we discover the pin trader.
Dr. D gets a certain look in his eye that worries me. He is by trade an historian, by nature a collector. These two things could be just the powder keg that sets off an obsession. We chat with CMs to get the skinny on how all this works. Dr. D is aloof nonchalant, but I know he is absorbing every word. He's a secret superhero, remember.
I had thought that Deanster and I might enjoy pin trading. We were getting lanyards with our Dream Maker package. I had purchased about 15 pins in a lot off of ebay so that we had some to trade. Now I wished I had bought some for Dr. D. He was still noncommittal. But I had a feeling.
It begins to get chilly and we are exhausted, so back to CSR.
Big day tomorrow Big Cal and Mini Maureen arrive.
And Deanster has a secret plan
[thread=706844]Chapter 1 - The Prequel[/thread]
[thread=707410]Chapter 2 - T minus 48 Hours[/thread]
Chapter 3 - YOU ARE HERE
[thread=708708]Chapter 4 - Together at Last[/thread]
[thread=709177]Chapter 5 - The Call of the Wild[/thread]
[thread=711162]Chapter 5.1 With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling[/thread]
[thread=713380]Chapter 6 Winter in the World Showcase[/thread]
[thread=717514]Chapter 7 MGM - The day of the Ugly Pictures[/thread]
[thread=741726]Chapter 7.1 Subzero MGM Adventure [/thread]
[thread=891702]Chapter 8 News from the Dolphin Tank and the OEFYO Syndrome[/thread]
[thread=925117]Chpt. 9.1 Lunch with an Imagineer & The Final and Mad Dash[/thread]
