nwdisgal
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2002
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Cast of Characters:
Me (DW) - late thirty something that doesn't wanta grow up, thinks Peter Pan is my ideal date, profiles as Cinderella, and a full time mother to a Disney Obsessed 9 year old child and his 13 year old sibling who gladly goes along with her younger brother's compulsion. In the corporate world, I'd be coined the Disney Event Planner. I plan everything, I pack everything, and when it comes time to disinfect the hotel room, I'm the obsessive compulsive, carrying around the container of Clorox wipes in my carry-on bag.
DH - Patient, loving, supportive, breadwinner to the Disney Obsessed son and the high maintanence DW who thinks she's Cinderella. Profiles as Aladdin, so has to put up with the fact that his DW is fantasizing about Peter Pan.
DD - She's at that uh...age
You know that one where the eyes are more than 
. The great thing about being that age is that it is the smartest you'll ever be and then you start realizing how much you really don't know as you get older. So enjoy all you know while you're still thirteen 
DS - Still in the innocence of his youth and the most obsessed of our group about Disney. He is the momentum and the cheerleader
for all things Disney. Thank god we have him along, other wise we'd be compulsive lounge lizards.
Day 1:
Well here we are. We are about ready to go to Disney at one of the busiest times of the year. Yep, I know. Spring Break is one of the most crowded times. What are we thinking?!? It is the only time we can collectively break away (with all kids on breaks, DW on Spring Break from her job, and DH able to get away momentarily from the 24/7 that funds all of this. I'm not a theme park commando, or very good at comprehensive planning. I feel vilified that I actually have three PS in hand before we head off and the rest will be done by the seat of our pants. The plan is to get up early and try to beat the crowds at the parks... Notice, I said this is the plan I am trying to pack with a streamline approach, but coming from an environment where sunny and mid-80's are the average daily temps year round, any thing below that in Florida could prove to be down right chilly. So I'm throwing in all sorts of clothes in anticipation of anything and everything - jeans, shorts, sweaters, sweatshirts, oh and of course those dress-up clothes for those evenings when we dine at "Business Casual" establishments and high heels?!? What the heck am I thinking with the heels, I can't even walk in flats.
Okay, so five streamlined suitcases later
and I'm yelling at the rest of my family "Don't you dare put anything else in there unless you have a death wish" we manage to shut the back of our minivan and head off to the airport. We are in the throngs of High Season in Hawaii and the airport is packed with tourists heading back to whatever place they call home. We go to catch our first flight and stop off in Seattle (to see my parents and catch our breath before the next trek to Orlando) and there is not an empty seat available in the waiting room. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Worse yet, our airline has seated us in the nosebleed section. If we were any further out the back we'd be sitting on the tail like Endora (or did she sit on the wing?). As we get our seating assignments, I look at DH and say, "Hope you like the lasagne." Well, at least we are on an airline that still offers food, but by the time the cart will get to us it will be lasagne that's left. No Teriyaki chicken with rice pilaf for us ?!? Oh well, I was feeling like pasta tonight. They call us up to board the plane and some disgruntled older man tourist type sitting in the waiting area mutters "Yah, they're sitting in the back." Yah we are Mister. Don't let the door hit ya' on the way off our island, but thanks for supporting our economy. Oh and by the way, have a nice trip home. Grumpy tourists. Hated it.
Fortunately, there is really no bad seat on this airplane, even the one in the back and the flight attendants take pitty on the Endora section and visit us first for drinks and snackies. After a good mini bottle of blended white wine, I'm ready to settle into my seat for a short nap until the lasagne cart makes it our way.
The flight to Seattle (our first stopoff on the way to WDW) is uneventful and the worst part is claiming the baggage with a few hundred of my favorite friends from the flight elbowing me down at the Baggage Claim. Some dude looses his footing (clearly not an ex-football player who once took ballet) and falls into me on my left foot - all 200 pounds of him. He doesn't look like Peter Pan, so there is no hope for this relationship. I cast him a nasty Cinderella Has PMS Look and he shrugs giving me the "I'm sorry I'm such a clutz retrieving my bag " look.
DH retrieves our rental car for Seattle and we head off to my parent's house for a one day layover and last minute provision shopping spree, before we head off to WDW.
Me (DW) - late thirty something that doesn't wanta grow up, thinks Peter Pan is my ideal date, profiles as Cinderella, and a full time mother to a Disney Obsessed 9 year old child and his 13 year old sibling who gladly goes along with her younger brother's compulsion. In the corporate world, I'd be coined the Disney Event Planner. I plan everything, I pack everything, and when it comes time to disinfect the hotel room, I'm the obsessive compulsive, carrying around the container of Clorox wipes in my carry-on bag.
DH - Patient, loving, supportive, breadwinner to the Disney Obsessed son and the high maintanence DW who thinks she's Cinderella. Profiles as Aladdin, so has to put up with the fact that his DW is fantasizing about Peter Pan.
DD - She's at that uh...age
You know that one where the eyes are more than . The great thing about being that age is that it is the smartest you'll ever be and then you start realizing how much you really don't know as you get older. So enjoy all you know while you're still thirteen DS - Still in the innocence of his youth and the most obsessed of our group about Disney. He is the momentum and the cheerleader
for all things Disney. Thank god we have him along, other wise we'd be compulsive lounge lizards. Day 1:
Well here we are. We are about ready to go to Disney at one of the busiest times of the year. Yep, I know. Spring Break is one of the most crowded times. What are we thinking?!? It is the only time we can collectively break away (with all kids on breaks, DW on Spring Break from her job, and DH able to get away momentarily from the 24/7 that funds all of this. I'm not a theme park commando, or very good at comprehensive planning. I feel vilified that I actually have three PS in hand before we head off and the rest will be done by the seat of our pants. The plan is to get up early and try to beat the crowds at the parks... Notice, I said this is the plan
I am trying to pack with a streamline approach, but coming from an environment where sunny and mid-80's are the average daily temps year round, any thing below that in Florida could prove to be down right chilly. So I'm throwing in all sorts of clothes in anticipation of anything and everything - jeans, shorts, sweaters, sweatshirts, oh and of course those dress-up clothes for those evenings when we dine at "Business Casual" establishments and high heels?!? What the heck am I thinking with the heels, I can't even walk in flats. Okay, so five streamlined suitcases later
and I'm yelling at the rest of my family "Don't you dare put anything else in there unless you have a death wish" we manage to shut the back of our minivan and head off to the airport. We are in the throngs of High Season in Hawaii and the airport is packed with tourists heading back to whatever place they call home. We go to catch our first flight and stop off in Seattle (to see my parents and catch our breath before the next trek to Orlando) and there is not an empty seat available in the waiting room. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Worse yet, our airline has seated us in the nosebleed section. If we were any further out the back we'd be sitting on the tail like Endora (or did she sit on the wing?). As we get our seating assignments, I look at DH and say, "Hope you like the lasagne." Well, at least we are on an airline that still offers food, but by the time the cart will get to us it will be lasagne that's left. No Teriyaki chicken with rice pilaf for us ?!? Oh well, I was feeling like pasta tonight. They call us up to board the plane and some disgruntled older man tourist type sitting in the waiting area mutters "Yah, they're sitting in the back." Yah we are Mister. Don't let the door hit ya' on the way off our island, but thanks for supporting our economy. Oh and by the way, have a nice trip home. Grumpy tourists. Hated it. Fortunately, there is really no bad seat on this airplane, even the one in the back and the flight attendants take pitty on the Endora section and visit us first for drinks and snackies. After a good mini bottle of blended white wine, I'm ready to settle into my seat for a short nap until the lasagne cart makes it our way.
The flight to Seattle (our first stopoff on the way to WDW) is uneventful and the worst part is claiming the baggage with a few hundred of my favorite friends from the flight elbowing me down at the Baggage Claim. Some dude looses his footing (clearly not an ex-football player who once took ballet) and falls into me on my left foot - all 200 pounds of him. He doesn't look like Peter Pan, so there is no hope for this relationship. I cast him a nasty Cinderella Has PMS Look and he shrugs giving me the "I'm sorry I'm such a clutz retrieving my bag " look.
DH retrieves our rental car for Seattle and we head off to my parent's house for a one day layover and last minute provision shopping spree, before we head off to WDW.
Mom... I am Ariel not cinderella (Took the test) and my bro is Allidan
Aloha Brah! 
