Day 9 - Part 2
In the last chapter, you were treated to tantalizing tales of last-day laundry, beverage beakers left in bags with bell services, and peaceful poolside pastimes. Whoa, whoa, whoa…what’s with all the alliteration?
Riveting stuff, that last chapter was!
We hung out at pool until 1 o’clock, which was as long as we dared with a Magical Express pickup at 2. We’d brought changes of clothes with us, and went over to the bathrooms near the fitness center to shower and dress. Afterward, we went to lobby to wait for Magical Express.
Sheesh, your family are quite the wild bunch, staying right up till the last possible moment! Ok, I'd have done the same. I hate that last day when you know your departure is pending but you're just not ready to leave!
James ran off to fill his mug yet again. Whenever he’d do that, the rest of us would exclaim “More Root Beer!”, as if that was his battle cry. We’d been saying it all week, every time he went off to the drink station. More on this later in the chapter.
Isn't that part of the war cry from Braveheart..."they may take our lives, but they'll never take our root beer!!!"
A cast member from Africa was out at the porte cochere. His name was Mario, from Victoria Falls. He loved working at Animal Kingdom Lodge, although his time was nearing an end. He was really enthusiastic, and his energy kind of reminded me of the “Crocodile Hunter”. We talked with him for a little bit and at one point we had to let him in on a family joke of ours: the “this is my favorite song” joke. I started it years ago whenever we’d go to an ethnic restaurant. There would always be some ethnic music playing and I’d say, “Ooo, this is my favorite song!” The kids would ask, “It is?” Like as in, “are you kidding me?” And the answer was “yes” of course; I was kidding. Now they usually beat me to it, and on this occasion there was some African music playing out there and one of the kids said it was their favorite song, so we had to fill Mario in.
I absolutely love speaking with CM's from around the world like that. They are usually very eager to share something interesting about their homeland.

You and your gang are a real hoot Glenn! "Oo, I love this authentic Thai song, it's on my ipod actually!" Did Mario find it humorous?
While we were waiting around, I took a picture of Judy and the kids.
What a great picture! Everyone looks good, nobody looks moist and there's no squinting either!
Mario offered to take one so that I could get in the picture. He had a little trouble focusing, but at least you can see the new shirt I got for Father’s Day!
Aw, this one is cuter. Nice shirt, though for some reason, I was thinking it would be checkered?
A guy sat next to me who had taken his family to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter on opening day, June 18th, and we talked about that for the whole drive to the airport. They knew it’d be packed, so they left the resort at 4am to get there and get in line. He saw himself on the local television news the next day, in line to get in, during a report on the opening-day crowds. He said the “Forbidden Journey” ride was surreal, like you were in the movie, playing quidditch. I asked him if he tried the butter beer and he said that he had and that it tasted like a mixture of cream soda and butterscotch. It all sounded really cool, and I decided that I really need to work-in a day at Harry Potter World during a future trip.
Oh, I am so going to work in an HP day when go to Disney again. My girls and I are big fans! I've heard great things about the butterbeer as well.
The girls’ pearl rings had now had enough time for the glue to set, so they wearing them on the trip home. The girls and their pearls.
Their rings are so adorable! I'm really contemplating letting my girls do it next trip, though my youngest is only eight. And she's prone to losing things...ok, maybe I'll wait.
I said, “Show me your pouty ‘I don’t want to leave’ face”.

Nobody ever wants to leave Disney, do they?
Now we reach my last story from the trip, and the reason I told you about James’ “More Root Beer!” battle cry. Apparently after a weeks’ worth of “all you can drink” root beer, his body was ready to start “giving back”, if you know what I mean. He went to the bathroom at Kidani when we changed out of our swimsuits, and then again just before we left, when he rinsed out his mug. Then he had to go again, immediately upon arriving at the airport…it was urgent enough that we had to find a bathroom before we even went through security. Then, as is prudent before getting on a flight, we had him go again before boarding the airplane. Our first leg of the trip was a short hop over to Panama City Beach, and he went there during the layover. Then we started the longer leg of the trip, to BWI airport. James played his Nintendo DS for the whole flight, I finished up my trip report notes for the last day or so, and there was a college-aged girl in the aisle seat next to me, working on some writing of her own. No less than a minute after the pilot asked the flight attendants to prepare the cabin for landing, James turned to me and said he had to go. I told him he had to hold it. A little while later he told me he had to go…bad! I explained that since we were in the process of landing, no one was allowed out of their seats -- he’d have to hold it. “Just look out the window at the ground getting closer.”
Poor James!! That is such a horrible, horrible feeling. Poor thing. My DH and I have joke between us...when we were dating, he took me out to a fancy dinner in DC. On the way back to college, we got lost...in southeast DC, which is pretty much the area that is always in the news for shooting, stabbings and such. Since this was before GPS's, we were trying to navigate the confusing streets. That's when I noticed DH was hunched over. He had to go the bathroom now, NOW. I was like, what are you, five?? I couldn't stop laughing which made him laugh and well, laughing doesn't help when you have to pee that bad. Luckily we made it to a convience store but man, I've never seen him move so fast to hop out of a car and into a bathroom!

Poor James though, all that root beer finally caught up to him!
We finally touched-down and the drive to our gate seemed to take forever with this poor guy squirming in his seat next to me. Then, we stopped. And we sat there. The pilot came on with an announcement: “Um, there seems to be a plane at our gate, so we’ll have to wait here. It should probably only be for 5 minutes or so. Please remain seated.” We had an empty water bottle with us (remember the air pressure science experiments from our flight at the start of the trip?) and he begged me, in a whisper, to let him go in the water bottle. I whispered back through gritted teeth, “No way! Absolutely not!” His bladder was under such pressure that he probably wouldn’t be able to even hang onto the water bottle, and I was sure that the poor girl beside me would be scarred for life.
Geez, where's a Moroccan fountain when you need one??
So there you have it, the last story from the trip. The rest of the ride home was relatively uneventful, which was a good thing.
Fabulous update as usual, though it's sad to see it winding down.
I plan to do a couple more updates before sticking a fork in this trip report, so please stick around!
Yay! I'll stick around, promise.
Oh, and of course I'm late but, three Judys. Sigh.
