Part 1- To Days of Inspiration
You guys have been so patient, so lets get this party started!
A quick cast recap, since it has been nine pages since we were all introduced:
Crystal: Pet peeves include people who say ATM Machine instead of ATM, people who say walla or wa la! instead of voila, and people who let their really little kids answer the phone. Likes llamas, collecting pins she has no intention of trading, and a lot of sugar in her tea.
Stitch: Small, blue, fluffy.
Crocky: Small, green, travel sized for your convenience.
Katie: Hates people who drive slow in the fast lane, people who have no sense of humor (or worse yet, think they do, but dont!), and the fact that it takes longer to get from a WDW resort to a park via the bus system than it takes her to drive there from her house. Enjoys sexy foreign accents, diam good chocolate, fine wine, or better yet, a combination of all three! And of course, the obvious: Disney, botany, pirates, and nuns!
Well, all of you fellow adventurers know about all of the crazy planning and anticipation that went into this trip. (Well, those of you who didnt skip the pre-trip do!)
If you recall from one of my last pre-trip posts, the night before my trip, I found out that my flight was not at 6pm, as I had been thinking, but at 3:30pm! I spent a lot of those last hours trying to squish everything into my suitcases. I still cant believe how much room it all took up!
Heres a peek at my packing list. The mickey heads were all empty, and I colored them in as the item was packed.
After months and months of planning, the day had finally arrived! I stood in my living room, clicked the heels of my ruby red slippers together three times, and recited, Theres no place like Disney!
When THAT didnt work, we threw the bags in the car and set off for the airport.
Travel writer Paul Theroux says that travel is only glamorous in retrospect, and I couldnt agree with him more! I love airplane travel
in theory and in memory. In actual practice? I tend to be a little grumpy. Im one of those people whose ears torment them on flights (although I discovered that taking Tylenol partway through the flight eliminates a lot of that landing ear pain!). Im way too impatient to sit still for more than an hour, so hours at a time with no legroom suck. Overcrowded flights suck. Middle seats suck. Always seeming to be seated next to someone with the plague sucks.
But I love it.
And hate it.
I love the moment of takeoff. I love that Im *going* somewhere. I love the idea that someone could look everywhere on earth for me and not find me, because Im not on the ground.
Flight is a bittersweet, two-sided coin.
Leonardo DaVinci said that Once you have flown, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward; for there you have been, there you long to return. Al Gore reminds us that Airplane travel is natures way of making you look like your passport photo. I think theyre equally true.
My mom rode up to the airport with me, so that she could drive my car back and avoid paying for parking. The trip up to the airport (about an hour and a half) was mostly uneventful, except for one scary bit when the car in front of us stopped suddenly, making me have to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting them at 70mph!
At the airport, as I checked in my bags, the lady working at the counter started to take off my Magical Express tags! (If youre using DME, you attach a bright yellow strip to the handle of your bag so that the Disney people know which ones to grab). I stopped her, explaining that they really needed to stay on there! It made me worry that someone else would try to take them off, too!
I had my lip gloss with me in my carryon, since lips tend to get dry on the plane. Of course, with the new liquids/gels/etc rule, I had to put it in a zip lock bag to get through security. Beware, all, my dangerous, fierce, scary lip gloss!! It must be contained in this plastic bag! Run! Hide!
As usual, we killed time in the airport café (My local airport has a grand total of 10 gates, one café, and one gift shop. Oooh, ahhh!), and the time finally came to board. Hooray! As is always the case when flying out of Springfield, I was on one of those little planes that are just 4 seats across, and maybe 12 rows long. I had seat 1D, which meant nobody in front of me to put their seat back, but nowhere in front of me to stow my carryon (I just stuck it under my seat- luckily there was nobody sitting behind me!)
We had the fine dining experience of goldfish-like cheese crackers in the shapes of airplanes, approximately the same size as the plane I was on. At least on little planes, they give you the whole bottle of water instead of just a cup!
In Chicago, they did that thing that drives me nuts- instead of having one of those tunnels that takes you from the plane to the airport, they just throw down the stairway and make you walk outside. NOT fun in freezing weather!
I had about an hour in Chicago before my next flight, so I found my gate, plopped down on the floor (much comfier than the chairs! Room to stretch!), and made conversation with the guy sitting next to me about how long it was taking for them to start boarding. There was a couple sitting next to me who had obviously just had a big fight, and the woman was reading what she had written in her journal about it to the man. I found her so annoying after listening for three minutes that it took all of my willpower not to tell him to dump her already!
Funny enough, I called mom from Chicago while I was waiting for my plane, and she was just getting home from the airport. It takes me less time to fly halfway across the country than it takes her to drive home from the closest airport!
For no real reason, I was really grumpy on my second flight. I was so miserable that I had to keep reminding myself that Disney is totally worth all of the crazyness it takes to get there. Luckily, I finally made it to Orlando, and all it took was hopping on the airport monorail to lift my spirits!
I was the ONLY person at DME when I got to the counter! Nobody in line to check in, nobody in line for the busses, NOBODY! In fact, I ended up sitting on the bus for half an hour until they added enough people to leave!
Other than me, the bus (which was sadly plain white, not the usual DME bus, and had no movie- boo!) held a newlywed couple on their way to AKL for their honeymoon, and two ladies on their way to the same conference at Coronado. I was SO happy when I finally got to snap this picture!
I made it!
There was nobody in line to check in at ASMu (which was the first stop- hooray!), and the guy who checked me in was great. I ended up with a room on the ground floor of the Rock building, right on the corner (room 3411). Id wanted Broadway, but since Id never stayed in Rock, that was good, too! I even had a towel Mickey when I got in my room!
I stopped in the food court on my way from check in to the room, because there were only about 10 minutes left before it closed! Luckily, they still had pizza, so I picked one up and was on my way! Theres been more than one time when Ive arrived so late that all of the food options were closed, and I went to bed starving. Yay for pizza!
The front desk guy had told me that since I was arriving so late, and my luggage wouldnt arrive until after midnight, I would just get a message on my phone when it was ready, so if I was still awake, I could have them deliver it, or otherwise just wait till morning. Instead, there was a knock on my door a little before midnight, and there were my bags! Yay! ! I was really worried that my bags wouldnt even get there, since the Springfield lady tried to take my DME tags off!
I was amused with the high-quality remote repairs that had gone on here:
Isnt duct tape a little un-Disney?
I was pretty exhausted, but I took a little time to walk around outside before I fell asleep. Stitch also found a comfy spot for the night.
And so ends the first night of my trip, somewhere around 1am, with a Mickey wakeup call set for 7am. Who needs sleep at Disney?