Lord, let's just say my birthday was a comedy of errors.
It was the Saturday. And I'm not a woman with plans - obviously, eh?

But I did want to go dancing. And dancing had to fit in between TNT's coverage of the NBA playoffs at ESPN. Nothing was going to stop me from seeing that.
Anyway, dancing never happened.
Here's why. Two options. Friday night going into Saturday birthday. Or Saturday night.
Friday night my vacation mate Jean was supposed to land at 9:25 pm. Plenty of time for Atlantic Dance. Plenty.
So guess what I spent by early birthday doing. Standing out the front of the BW waiting and waiting.
She arrived at 3:00 am. Yep, three in the morning!!


So no dancing.
The next day was beautiful.
Went for a free ride on the MGM - geez whatever it's called Hollywood Studios - boat.
Had to sit outside and risk a burn. So hot inside. So hot.
So I have no idea where we were going. Forget. Oh Kidani.
Then we come back and I want to show her the Open House at SSR. I've seen the BLT rooms but she hasn't.
And she didn't.
Lord, the DD bus from BW. I swear it's cursed. It's like a flippin' milk run. Waited and waited and gave up getting there before seven.
So we did DD for awhile but took another route.
So then I want to see Wishes from the Poly beach.
Here's the Poly earlier in the trip -
And we get right on a bus. We're going to make it JUST in time.
Oh no. We have a bus driver with a heart of gold

. My luck.

He stops and talks to some vacationers strolling the CR walkway. Twice.

And then finally picks them up.
And takes them to the TTC.
Lord. What a birthday. Get to the fireworks about halfway through.