You thought we'd be together forever...you thought it could never end...
Like most good things in life this story had to reach its conclusion eventually - even I can only drag it out for so long.
There is no rest for the weary...or is that wicked? In my case it's probably a little of both. No matter - Jason is trying to leave a psychic snoring imprint in the cabin and quite honestly I'm surprised the noise levels haven't prompted a phone call from guest services. Not that there is much I can do short of stuffing our last towel animal - a swan, by the way - down his throat. I like my husband too much to exercise that rather extreme solution, so it's time to watch TV and read all night. It must not have been a very good book though, because I dozed off and when I woke up the Magic was moving back into the channel towards Port Canaveral. It looked very pretty with all the lights but was an utterly depressing sight. Does anything say welcome back to reality more than that? Actually..yes, several things in fact, including the pounds of mail waiting on your front porch, the messages on your answering machine and voice mail, and the realization that your tan is only going to fade from here.
The good thing about being awake so early is that I get first dibs on the shipboard account settlement sheet(s) just after someone shoved it under the door. I am amazed that it actually fits under the door and then I am amazed that it's only two pages long and then I realize that
DCL used uber-fine print in order to make it so. It must be a special font they reserve for spenda-holics like us.
Deep sigh - I get out the receipts and start verifying all the charges. I can't stress the importance of this enough. While everything is correct this year, I still remember how the spa charged us twice for our REAS massage last year. The 2004 poster girl for Anal Retentiveness caught it on her first scan and called guest services and got it fixed pronto, but remember kids, it is much easier to fix the mistake while you're on board ship than it is to do it later.
All the receipts are correct. If you happened to hear manic, slightly hysterical laughter echoing down the deck 8 corridor around 6AM that Saturday morning it was me...realizing that we blew through our onboard credits and Disney reward points before ever boarding the ship. That's what three shore excursions and a couples cabana massage will do to your "free" money.
Jason wakes up. "What's so funny?"
"Neither one of us even liked coffee that much until the past year or so - and now we've managed to drop $100 in less than a week just on coffee drinks."
He yawns. "Tell me that joke again when I'm awake - I think I missed the punchline."
After his shower he wants to know, just because he's curious, how much we spent on alcohol this week. I tell him unless he can add the numbers in his head he's gonna have to wait until we get home because I don't have a calculator. Hmmmm.... two pages + fine print + 7 days alcohol consumption (some of it very fuzzy by now) + just charge it to the room = a lot.
The phone suddenly rings. We look at each other, confused, and then Jay picks it up. After saying hello he just listens with a very odd look on his face and then he hangs up without uttering another word.
I'm intrigued, especially because Jason hates telephones...always has.
"It was a wake-up call from Mickey Mouse," he says in response to the questioning look I must have on my face.
Ah, now I remember. Last night before going to "sleep" I put in a wake up call request just in case I actually didn't wake up.
Jason continues..."I've never heard Mickey leave that kind of message before."
"Yes?"
"Well, he laughed like he does at the beginning of all of his wake up calls, but this time he said 'Get your fat a** out of bed, you lazy sack of crap, and get off my ship!'"
Jason, by the way, does a really good Mickey Mouse impersonation, and he has me in stitches as he repeats his wake up message over and over again. Perhaps we were having too much fun and missed the general announcement that the ship had been cleared by customs and we were free to leave whenever we wanted, all I know is that at 7:30 we left the room and headed down to deck three where we encountered:
The Human Traffic Jam From Hell
There was a line to get into Parrot Cay for breakfast, there was a line going through the Promenade, and another line that appeared to be a malignant offspring of the first two. We turned around, went up to deck 4 and thought we'd be all clever by going down the main lobby stairs to get off the ship that way.
We tried.
And we failed.
The lesson is: never try.
D'OH! They've roped off the stairwells and there are two lines of humanity snaking through the lobby down the deck 3 corridors on both sides of the ship. The gangway is up, the doors are open, and no one is leaving the ship.
Now, under different circumstances we might have been persuaded to stay. But unfortunately we no longer have a stateroom. What we do have is an 11:25 AM flight back to the armpit of the Midwest that we are beginning to fear we will miss. Last year we were off the ship by 8AM - no fuss, no muss -and that's why we made our return flight reservations for the time we did. It now looks like we will have plenty of fuss and muss to make up for the lack of it last year.
Another hard-learned D'OH moment courtesy of DCL: never assume that this year will be like last year.
Wait! Sudden movement! We see, with our own two, or is it four (well, really six if you count my glasses) eyes people are leaving the ship. Ahhh... we think that in a few moments the line will clear out and we'll be on our way.

Nope. Cast members stop the line - just stop it. No escape. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200. Do not ask questions.
We decide we better get our butts in line. So, we're heading down the staircase by Shutters and there are more malignant line offshoots...some people are waiting to eat at Lumiere's, some are waiting in a line stretching one direction through the Promenade to eat at Parrot Cay, and the rest are trying to wait in a different line stretching the opposite direction through the Promenade to get off the boat. We see a gap, a cast member tells us to get in line, and for good measure Paul and his lovely family just happen along.
It's always good to see a friendly face...even better when that friendly face adopts you and lets you cut in line in front of about 1,200 people who didn't even know it was happening. I mean, that's how chaotic the whole process was. And no one knew why. Each cast member had a different story. All I know is that it was 8:45 by the time we made it to the front of the cruise terminal and found the poor guy from Florida Tours. I was sweating mickey bars over whether or not we'd make our flight (we were at the gate by 10:30 - man that's cutting it close when you fly Southwest).
***Paul and family - thanks again for allowing Jason and me to turn into the kind of people we can't stand. You ensured that we made our flight back home and we are ever so grateful. We are even now trying to restore karmic balance and goodwill to the world by performing random acts of kindness.***
Some last minute tips before I leave you...
1) Be sure to take at least one late night stroll around the ship while you're at sea. There is nothing quite like the peacefulness of the ocean at night, epsecially when the moonlight is sparking on the surface of the waves.
2) Call that character hotline to find out where the heck everyone is. If I'd been paying attention to the daily navigator I might have found Goofy before the character breakfast on Thursday.
3) Go to Sessions...I insist! And do I really need to tell you why you should go to the Cove Cafe???
4) There are two martini tastings - and Lourdes told us after the fact that you're actually supposed to attend both because they are both different. She needs to pass that intelligence on to Guest Services...but then again the second tasting would have interfered with our naughty mud and well, I'm sure you can guess what my recommendation would be for!
5) Get to know your buddies on the DISboards who are sailing on the same cruise as you and your family. You'll meet some great people and it will really enhance your cruise experience. We loved seeing people we "knew" during the week - it made the ship feel more like a community, or dare I say, a home?
**I can't believe it! There's that obnoxious Hallmark sentimentality rearing its ugly head again, and we were so close to finishing. I can't begin to apologize enough for the complete lack of objectivity you have been subjected to here today. The author is going to receive a stern talking to and management promises a full refund if any more emotion seeps through. Thank you for your time.**
Well, that's it. We made it home, the lizard queen was appalled by the cold air mass that had settled over the midwest and went into shock - she had to be revived with Starbucks. Handsome Pete did not leave any hidden treasures for us - thank goodness - and he received an unexpected souvenier from Paul in the form of a Chicago Cubs banner that he's turned into a nest for himself. He takes good care of it Paul; aside from some orange cat hair it looks great! We are already planning our "big" vacation for next year - going back to the Mousetrap for the Food and Wine Festival in late October. If you see us staggering around the world showcase with upside down champagne glasses why don't you join us?
Thanks for reading and thanks again for your comments - you've all inspired me to new heights of goofiness (Jay is thrilled). As soon as the album is finished I'll post an update - you know you want to see more pictures!
Stick a fork in it kids, we're done!
Brenda
