AllyandJack
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Friday afternoon....my flight leaves at 5:04. I leave work at noon and it takes me AN HOUR to drive to my parents' place. I change fast and my father and I are out the door to pick DH up. It's 2:30 and we're on I-93. My father asks if I want to go to the airport right away....uh, yeah. Better to be early than late, right? We get to the airport and the line to get through security is out the door. As we're in line, DH asks if I have my cell phone. I say I do. I ask if he has his. He says he doesn't - he left it in my car. I told him fine, he wouldn't see me all weekend because he'd have no way to get in touch with me. He uses my phone to call my dad who turns around. Now, it's 3:30. I was NOT getting out of the long line. I told DH to give me the bags and go meet my dad. If he got through security in time, great; if not, I'll send a postcard.
We both make it to the gate in time to board. I haven't eaten all day. I get a turkey sandwich. It's terrible. I sit at the gate and cry that this was a bad idea, I miss my cat and I want to go home. I get on the plane anyway. The TV on the plane isn't working and some idiot kid is kicking me. I have a Sunrise or Sunshine or something martini. Life is good.
We get the car without problems and go to the Swan. DH misplaces his license, which he had to show to get the car. I plunk down on a couch in the lobby and declare that I want to go home. DH finds his driver's license. I reserved a king-sized bed (now, I have TWO confirmations that state I have a king-sized bed....there is also a section for "special requests" that may or may not be honored where I put No Smoking and late check-in....nowhere in that section did it say king-sized bed, therefore, I was under the impression that it wasn't a special, not guaranteed request). Skippy the Happy Desk Clerk gives me a room with 2 queens. Oh, but I can come back tomorrow and they'll move me to a king....no thanks, Skippy.
The next morning, I'm up and at 'em. We go down to the desk to buy our 1-day passes for the day (we have other passes from when we were there during Hurricane Jeanne). Jerko runs the credit card through 3 times and declares, in front of an ever-growing line of people, that the card is invalid. I declare again that I WANT TO GO HOME and, for good measure, add how this is the WORST vacation of my life. I leave DH at the desk to deal with Jerko. I go back to the room and call Song. They have no flights for me that day or on Sunday. Yeah and the airline industry is struggling. DH comes back and says he has the passes, he used the Citi card. Apparently, the fact that the Chase Disney Visa isn't working doesn't bother him. I call Chase and get Ms. Moron who keeps insisting that nothing is wrong with the card. Really, nitwit??
I allow myself to be dragged to MGM (we walked). By the time I got there, it was too late to get any Fast Passes. So, I head into Wide World of Soaps Live. They're handing out little gift bags. I got one. I stick my hand in and I'm immediately covered in Soft Soap. My gift bag was defective. I threw it to the ground and declared again that I WANT TO GO HOME. I put my iPod on and said I refuse to participate in this vacation any longer. The doors open and mayhem ensues. People are yelling. People are pushing. People are nuts. I still didn't take off my iPod. Bob Guiney came out. Big hairy deal. Leven Rambin came out. Whatever. Tanisha Lynn came out. Whatever. Sydney Penny came out. Whatever. Are these people talking? I have my iPod on, so I can't hear and I don't care. All of a sudden, I see the hottest guy in the world walking down the aisle. My reason for enduring the vacation from heck. Thorsten Kaye. I took the iPod off for him.
Then, Alicia Minshew came out. I'm all excited. I love her. Then, Susan Lucci came out. I realized that I had watched this soap for 16 years and there was Susan Lucci. Right there. It was a great moment.
So, I leave there and decide to go shopping. There is a line. A line to shop? So, I stand in the line. I finally get in and I buy a Super Soap t-shirt and AMC t-shirt and AMC license plate thingie. I also bought Greenlee's dress and a shirt worn by Bianca and Brooke. I couldn't resist. They were items of clothing that I remembered so clearly! I HAD to have them.
I leave there and we start walking around...and around and around....my feet were killing me. It's 3pm. I want to leave and come back early tomorrow. We get on the Friendship Boat back to the Swan. I could have doggie-paddled there faster. Never again.
I go back to the room, order room service, watch Jumanji, relax. Then, I head out to the Marketplace to shop. Everyone and both their grandparents were there and parking took forever. I say forget it, let's go back to the Swan and put an end to the day. Oh, no...DH insists we shop because it's what I want. DH bought these cute little pilgrim salt and pepper shakers. We walk outside the store and he drops them. I pretended not to notice. I bought some stuff and left. I went back to the resort and walked over to the Dolphin. I'm walking through the AUTOMATIC doors when all of a sudden, the door slams shut on my arm. The handle dug right into my forearm muscle and I lost feeling for a few minutes (I have a nifty bruise). I again declare how I want to go home.
We go back to the room and go to sleep. I got up at 4:30 the next day and walked over to MGM. I was there by 6am and waiting at the turnstiles. They open at about 7:30 and I haul myself over to the AMC Fast Pass line. I tell DH I'm going for Thorsten and he's to go for Alicia. In front of me are two bimbos who can't decide who they want to see, so they're holding up the line. Left or right?? How hard is that?? They were finally removed from the line. I go left for Thorsten, DH goes right for Alicia. Sadly, my time to see Who Wants to be a Millioniare overlaps with my time to meet Alicia. DH offers to meet Alicia for me - I know, he makes such sacrifices for me. So, I hang out for a while waiting for my Thorsten Time. My time began at 10:25. At 10:24, the security dude lets me in. Some broad asks me what time I have. I say, "10:25-10:35". She freaks out. She has 10:15-10:25 and she should be in front of me. Uh....OK. Take it up with security dude. I put my iPod back on. I can still hear her complaining. I don't even notice the line moving. Next thing I know, some Cast Member is grabbing my camera and I'm being shoved into Thorsten. He's drinking some water. He's unaware someone is there. He looks genuinely surprised to see me standing next to him. He signs the picture, we chat. Where am I from? What do I do? We kept talking. He made me show him my Bar card. Some twit from the stand-by line yells at me that he won't have enough time for them. This amuses him, so he keeps talking. We talked about fall and the leaves and New York and New Hampshire. We talked about my house and the land around it and how he's always wanted to live in the country. We talked about my cats and his dogs. The stand-by twit keeps yelling. I tell him I have to go because I truly believe she will hunt me down and kill me. He gives me a big hug (and his towel....um....he's hot and everything, but ew) and I leave. Later in the day, as he's being walked through the crowd to his next event, he sees me and yells, "Hey! That's Carla, my lawyer!"
I go to Millionaire to see Walt Willey, who is very handsome in person. DH goes and meets Alicia. I'm very jealous - I wanted to meet her! He tells her he's there for me (because I'm ogling her on-screen husband) and to please make out the autograph to me. She thinks this is great and kisses him on the cheek for being a good husband. Lips that touched Thorsten touched my husband!
I plant my tired butt on the sidewalk and watch all the motorcades. I didn't move for 6 hours. All of a sudden, when someone I had never heard of came down the street in a motorcade. Some psycho jumps over me, steps on my water, and stands in front of me. She's jumping up and down with her ugly friend. She jumped on my foot and twisted her ankle. She goes down like a ton of bricks right at my feet. I proceeded to text message my best friend and pretend I had no idea she was even there.
A few hours later, I got up to stretch my legs. I stood up an inch from the curb I had been sitting on for 6 hours. Some girl sits down. You have to be kidding me. I proceed to ask her what the (insert bad word here) she thinks she's doing. She looks at me like she can't fathom why I'd be mad. I asked her if she was that stupid. She said, "Like, you got up." OMG! I got in her face and said, "Like, no I didn't. Like, I was still standing here." DH was trying to drag me away (hey, I grew up in the projects...I may be dignified now, but you can't erase 18 years of projects....plus, I was tired and hungry and just plain DONE with being pushed and shoved and having people act like lunatics). I sat on that piece of sidewalk for 6 hours and there was no way this nitwit was going to get my prime piece of real estate for the grand motorcade. Needless to say, she moved because I told her I was sick of sitting and felt like standing. Right there....an inch from the curb....my tired butt an inch from her snotty little face.
At some point during the day, DH walked back to the Swan and got the car so I didn't have to ride the terrible boats. We leave and go back to the resort. I pack. I fall asleep at 8:30. At 10:30, I'm awoken by banging and yelling. It takes a while to register. Disney Resorts are never quiet...kids are running and yelling....that sort of thing. This was no kid. This was a drunk in the room next door. The third time he banged on the wall, I flew out of bed and started pounding on the wall and yelling that he's not the only (insert bad word here) person here. I call the front desk. Security came up. All was quiet.
We leave for the airport at 4:30 Monday morning. We get to the terminal and there is nowhere to sit. Again with the struggling airline industry. It starts to quiet down and we hear people running in flip-flops. They were on the 7am flight to LA. It was 6:58 and they hadn't checked in yet. Song gave away their seats. A big fight erupts. I sat there.....eating my breakfast with my feet up on my suitcase....enjoying the show. She's going to sue. She's never flying Delta again. Big loss to them, I'm sure.
I get on the plane. The TV doesn't work and some adult female kicks me the entire flight home.
It just goes to show you.....even when one thing after another goes wrong, it can all be erased when a hot guy hugs you.
We both make it to the gate in time to board. I haven't eaten all day. I get a turkey sandwich. It's terrible. I sit at the gate and cry that this was a bad idea, I miss my cat and I want to go home. I get on the plane anyway. The TV on the plane isn't working and some idiot kid is kicking me. I have a Sunrise or Sunshine or something martini. Life is good.
We get the car without problems and go to the Swan. DH misplaces his license, which he had to show to get the car. I plunk down on a couch in the lobby and declare that I want to go home. DH finds his driver's license. I reserved a king-sized bed (now, I have TWO confirmations that state I have a king-sized bed....there is also a section for "special requests" that may or may not be honored where I put No Smoking and late check-in....nowhere in that section did it say king-sized bed, therefore, I was under the impression that it wasn't a special, not guaranteed request). Skippy the Happy Desk Clerk gives me a room with 2 queens. Oh, but I can come back tomorrow and they'll move me to a king....no thanks, Skippy.
The next morning, I'm up and at 'em. We go down to the desk to buy our 1-day passes for the day (we have other passes from when we were there during Hurricane Jeanne). Jerko runs the credit card through 3 times and declares, in front of an ever-growing line of people, that the card is invalid. I declare again that I WANT TO GO HOME and, for good measure, add how this is the WORST vacation of my life. I leave DH at the desk to deal with Jerko. I go back to the room and call Song. They have no flights for me that day or on Sunday. Yeah and the airline industry is struggling. DH comes back and says he has the passes, he used the Citi card. Apparently, the fact that the Chase Disney Visa isn't working doesn't bother him. I call Chase and get Ms. Moron who keeps insisting that nothing is wrong with the card. Really, nitwit??
I allow myself to be dragged to MGM (we walked). By the time I got there, it was too late to get any Fast Passes. So, I head into Wide World of Soaps Live. They're handing out little gift bags. I got one. I stick my hand in and I'm immediately covered in Soft Soap. My gift bag was defective. I threw it to the ground and declared again that I WANT TO GO HOME. I put my iPod on and said I refuse to participate in this vacation any longer. The doors open and mayhem ensues. People are yelling. People are pushing. People are nuts. I still didn't take off my iPod. Bob Guiney came out. Big hairy deal. Leven Rambin came out. Whatever. Tanisha Lynn came out. Whatever. Sydney Penny came out. Whatever. Are these people talking? I have my iPod on, so I can't hear and I don't care. All of a sudden, I see the hottest guy in the world walking down the aisle. My reason for enduring the vacation from heck. Thorsten Kaye. I took the iPod off for him.
Then, Alicia Minshew came out. I'm all excited. I love her. Then, Susan Lucci came out. I realized that I had watched this soap for 16 years and there was Susan Lucci. Right there. It was a great moment. So, I leave there and decide to go shopping. There is a line. A line to shop? So, I stand in the line. I finally get in and I buy a Super Soap t-shirt and AMC t-shirt and AMC license plate thingie. I also bought Greenlee's dress and a shirt worn by Bianca and Brooke. I couldn't resist. They were items of clothing that I remembered so clearly! I HAD to have them.
I leave there and we start walking around...and around and around....my feet were killing me. It's 3pm. I want to leave and come back early tomorrow. We get on the Friendship Boat back to the Swan. I could have doggie-paddled there faster. Never again.
I go back to the room, order room service, watch Jumanji, relax. Then, I head out to the Marketplace to shop. Everyone and both their grandparents were there and parking took forever. I say forget it, let's go back to the Swan and put an end to the day. Oh, no...DH insists we shop because it's what I want. DH bought these cute little pilgrim salt and pepper shakers. We walk outside the store and he drops them. I pretended not to notice. I bought some stuff and left. I went back to the resort and walked over to the Dolphin. I'm walking through the AUTOMATIC doors when all of a sudden, the door slams shut on my arm. The handle dug right into my forearm muscle and I lost feeling for a few minutes (I have a nifty bruise). I again declare how I want to go home.
We go back to the room and go to sleep. I got up at 4:30 the next day and walked over to MGM. I was there by 6am and waiting at the turnstiles. They open at about 7:30 and I haul myself over to the AMC Fast Pass line. I tell DH I'm going for Thorsten and he's to go for Alicia. In front of me are two bimbos who can't decide who they want to see, so they're holding up the line. Left or right?? How hard is that?? They were finally removed from the line. I go left for Thorsten, DH goes right for Alicia. Sadly, my time to see Who Wants to be a Millioniare overlaps with my time to meet Alicia. DH offers to meet Alicia for me - I know, he makes such sacrifices for me. So, I hang out for a while waiting for my Thorsten Time. My time began at 10:25. At 10:24, the security dude lets me in. Some broad asks me what time I have. I say, "10:25-10:35". She freaks out. She has 10:15-10:25 and she should be in front of me. Uh....OK. Take it up with security dude. I put my iPod back on. I can still hear her complaining. I don't even notice the line moving. Next thing I know, some Cast Member is grabbing my camera and I'm being shoved into Thorsten. He's drinking some water. He's unaware someone is there. He looks genuinely surprised to see me standing next to him. He signs the picture, we chat. Where am I from? What do I do? We kept talking. He made me show him my Bar card. Some twit from the stand-by line yells at me that he won't have enough time for them. This amuses him, so he keeps talking. We talked about fall and the leaves and New York and New Hampshire. We talked about my house and the land around it and how he's always wanted to live in the country. We talked about my cats and his dogs. The stand-by twit keeps yelling. I tell him I have to go because I truly believe she will hunt me down and kill me. He gives me a big hug (and his towel....um....he's hot and everything, but ew) and I leave. Later in the day, as he's being walked through the crowd to his next event, he sees me and yells, "Hey! That's Carla, my lawyer!"
I go to Millionaire to see Walt Willey, who is very handsome in person. DH goes and meets Alicia. I'm very jealous - I wanted to meet her! He tells her he's there for me (because I'm ogling her on-screen husband) and to please make out the autograph to me. She thinks this is great and kisses him on the cheek for being a good husband. Lips that touched Thorsten touched my husband!
I plant my tired butt on the sidewalk and watch all the motorcades. I didn't move for 6 hours. All of a sudden, when someone I had never heard of came down the street in a motorcade. Some psycho jumps over me, steps on my water, and stands in front of me. She's jumping up and down with her ugly friend. She jumped on my foot and twisted her ankle. She goes down like a ton of bricks right at my feet. I proceeded to text message my best friend and pretend I had no idea she was even there.
A few hours later, I got up to stretch my legs. I stood up an inch from the curb I had been sitting on for 6 hours. Some girl sits down. You have to be kidding me. I proceed to ask her what the (insert bad word here) she thinks she's doing. She looks at me like she can't fathom why I'd be mad. I asked her if she was that stupid. She said, "Like, you got up." OMG! I got in her face and said, "Like, no I didn't. Like, I was still standing here." DH was trying to drag me away (hey, I grew up in the projects...I may be dignified now, but you can't erase 18 years of projects....plus, I was tired and hungry and just plain DONE with being pushed and shoved and having people act like lunatics). I sat on that piece of sidewalk for 6 hours and there was no way this nitwit was going to get my prime piece of real estate for the grand motorcade. Needless to say, she moved because I told her I was sick of sitting and felt like standing. Right there....an inch from the curb....my tired butt an inch from her snotty little face.
At some point during the day, DH walked back to the Swan and got the car so I didn't have to ride the terrible boats. We leave and go back to the resort. I pack. I fall asleep at 8:30. At 10:30, I'm awoken by banging and yelling. It takes a while to register. Disney Resorts are never quiet...kids are running and yelling....that sort of thing. This was no kid. This was a drunk in the room next door. The third time he banged on the wall, I flew out of bed and started pounding on the wall and yelling that he's not the only (insert bad word here) person here. I call the front desk. Security came up. All was quiet.
We leave for the airport at 4:30 Monday morning. We get to the terminal and there is nowhere to sit. Again with the struggling airline industry. It starts to quiet down and we hear people running in flip-flops. They were on the 7am flight to LA. It was 6:58 and they hadn't checked in yet. Song gave away their seats. A big fight erupts. I sat there.....eating my breakfast with my feet up on my suitcase....enjoying the show. She's going to sue. She's never flying Delta again. Big loss to them, I'm sure.
I get on the plane. The TV doesn't work and some adult female kicks me the entire flight home.
It just goes to show you.....even when one thing after another goes wrong, it can all be erased when a hot guy hugs you.
I am serious. I am going now to tell all my friends to read it!
you are my idol.
. Oops, I am dating myself.
