Today was a very sad day. Im sure that all of you, wherever you were, felt a brief wave of sadness pass over you, signaling that someone, somewhere was leaving WDW. And that person was me!
Instead of crying, I expressed my sadness by being cranky. And my dear DH (DDH?) spent the morning bending over backwards to calm me down, cheer me up, and smooth things over.
We got up and finished packing. I had to figure out what to do with the leftover cake and rapidly disintegrating topper (wed sent broken-winged white chocolate Tinkerbell home with Nathan & Jensey on Thursday night lets hope they made a good fondue out of her!). Id brought a bunch of plastic food-storage containers, but I could only fit one in our suitcase, so I decided to whack the remaining cake in half and give one part to Betsy when I met her in a few hours. I
think I also gave her our topper, which I wrapped in a giant Ziploc bag, but shell have to confirm that. I dunno what I thought she was gonna do with a hookah-shaped chunk of fondant...
When we were in the elevator to the lobby, a woman in it with us did a double take and then asked if wed been married in Morocco. Turns out shes DISer quentina (Kim) and recognized us from our wedding trippie! (And here I thought we were going incognito under our subtle anniversary hats...)
The cranky part started when we dragged everything down to the Beach Club airline check-in desk. I cant remember what the trouble was, and I cant read what I wrote in my journal late, late that night (it looks like punt barlwy pus) OH! They couldnt print my boarding pass! They printed DHs and then were like, So, you have to get yours at the gate. As if that were just standard procedure to split up a party that way. Finally, under cross-examination, they revealed that there was something wrong with their printer and suggested I go have the Concierge access my account online and print it.
At the same time, they weighed Big Bertha the suitcase and told us she was .9 lbs (thats POINT nine pounds....) over the limit. I flipped out and barked at DH to redistribute the weight while I went to the Concierge desk, but I had no idea how hed accomplish that because everything was meticulously packed in exactly the place it would fit. I stalked inside to the Concierge desk, only to find a line eight people deep argh! So I stalked back out to the airline check-in and found DH whistling merrily and telling me that the staff had relented and accepted Big Bertha for who she was: .9 pounds overweight. Hooray!
Then I decided I would walk to the Yacht Club and try its airline check-in desk while DH loaded the car and drove it over to the Yacht Club (where we planned to have breakfast). Meanwhile, Betsy and I had begun texting as she headed for WDW. The Yacht Clubs airline check-in had no line, and a friendly fella there had my boarding pass printed in a jiffy.
DH and I met in the lobby, where hed put our name in at Captains Grille for breakfast. I was grumpy that we had to wait because Id just assumed we could waltz in for brunch on a Saturday morning without an ADR.
No walk-up for you!!!
Id picked it because it was convenient and wed never eaten there before. It was not the ideal dining experience cuz we were pressed for time. When we got in about 15 minutes later, it was packed. And dark! And service was frantic.
The windows are borrowed from the hall that runs alongside the restaurant
We prolly shoulda bitten the bullet and done the brunch buffet just to save time, but I couldnt bring myself to pay that much for breakfast.
Instead we ordered off the menu and then I bugged our server at regular intervals to see when our food would be ready.
Crab Cake Benedict - fried crab cakes on grilled tomatoes, topped with two poached eggs, hollandaise sauce, served with breakfast Potatoes
This was just OK. I guess its hard to make a good hollandaise....
Eggs Your Way - two eggs, breakfast potatoes, choice of bacon or sausage, and a biscuit
Im sure DH thought this was fine. He likes everything!
Unbeknownst to us, when we got up to leave, we were spotted by DISer GoodFairies (Amber), whose BF apparently encouraged her to come talk to us, but she didnt want to be stalkerish! Little did she know how much we love meeting DISers!

(I did get to meet her through PM about a week later.)
By then, Betsy had arrived at BoardWalk Inn and was just checking out her room, so we whizzed over there in Clementine to meet her!
DH dropped me off at the lobby and drove out to the boonies to park. Betsey and her sister and about five dozen children (OK, maybe there were less) were gathered around the plush seat-thingie thats just inside the doors at BoardWalk Inn.
A-ha! Found a picture of it online apparently its called the carousel pouf
Im sure I completely overwhelmed them with my breathless combination greeting/explanation of the cake.
Lurkyloo:Hi!GreattomeetyouHeresabigslabofouranniversarycakethatwecantfitinourluggage,doyouwantitIknowitlookskindagross,butitsreallygoodAlsoheresthecaketopper,whichIhaveabsolutelynoideawhatyouregonnadowithitbutwhattheheckIthoughtyoumightlikeit!!!
Betsy & Co.: [blink, blink]
Lurkyloo: Um... can I take a picture of you for my blog?
Betsy & Co.: [whispering to each other] Maybe if we take a picture with her shell hand over the cake and leave us alone!
Do not let my ill-fitting shirt fool you into believing the unfounded rumors currently being perpetuated regarding my surprise announcement
It was great to finally meet Betsy in person, and I was terribly jealous that she was just starting her trip while ours was ending. DH finally got to the lobby just as the five dozen children broke into a chorus of Moooooooooooooom! Can we GO now?! They have, like, RIDES here, you know! So we wished them a happy vacation, sadly waved farewell to the other half of our cake, and hopped into Clementine to head to the airport.
Driving to the airport is a boring story. The most exciting part was stopping for gas.
Here are some pictures of the plane trip:
Last Ride of the Day
Some window seat that turned out to be!
We found some small amusement in the egregiously bad Photoshop work on the safety cards it was almost as fake as the work on DVCs new print ad campaign!
Check out Baryshnikov leaping onto the slide!
[sniff!] Bye-bye, Disney!
I think you can see Downtown Disney in this one...
And this one may have a corner of Epcot. Or possibly Oklahoma.
Is that the Grand Canyon?
Ah.... my beloved urban sprawl...
Our neighbors picked us up at LAX in a Florida-like downpour - I've never seen anything like it in L.A.!
We came home to this:
Where the *&%$ have you been?!
...And then I slept on the sofa all day, and then I saw a bird, and then I lay in the sun patch on the floor, and then I had a drink, and then I ran around with a kink in my tail, and then I slept on your pillow....
Cake: The Aftermath
OK, Ive pontificated as long as I could, but theres nothing else I can tell you about this trip.... except that
I'm going on a solo last-minute trip to WDW in May!!!
PassPorter is holding part of its
10th Anniversary Celebration at WDW May 2-6, and after crunching the numbers (and finding some spare vacation hours in the couch cushions), I discovered I can swing a 3-night banzai run across the country to participate!
Its gonna be a doozy, though I have to take a red-eye on the way in, and then the weekend is packed with events, including a private party at Living Seas Salon (where FigmentFan had her wedding reception!) and a Fantasmic! Dessert Party whoohoo! The downside is, DH cant come along, but Im hoping some of you will be there at the same time so we can meet up.
Anyway, Ill post a link to my pre-trip report when I start it so you can find that trip report when it starts.
And tomorrow Ill post DHs Dancing Around the World Showcase video. And at some point I may even have the Roots video of DH puppeteering Damian/Azriel Overlord of the Underworld/Steve!