That Pirate Stole My Tiara: The Pre-Trip Report

[Lady Lallie]

I swear I had a tshirt just like the ballerina kitties!

I am getting my tissues ready.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

And now that my OCD has been satisfied by reading through the entire PTR, I can officially subscribe! Which I will do after clicking "submit reply."

Yay! You're official!

I'll preface this by saying that ALL weddings... and I do mean ALL (strangers included)... make me cry.

So funny, one of the bridesmaids said, "I tried to prepare by watching as many wedding movies as possible, but I'm still getting all teary."

you need to get out of that law firm and start putting your crafty creativity into a money making gig!

Oh how I wish that would pay the bills.

I don't want to get too off-topic, but did you watch the Today show...I thought of you as I watched New Kids on the Block strut "The Right Stuff, Baby."

They have a new song out. 'Summertime', I think? I heard it over the weekend. It's essentially Joey and Jordan, oh, and the other three sing an occasional "Oooh" in the background. I wouldn't say it's great. I might not even say it's good.

I will be reliving that school girl fantasy (and my first concert) this fall when they play Boston Garden.... and there will be frosty beverages involved...

I thought about going but realized the concert is during our Disney trip. Sorry, no contest. Disney beats out NKOTB every time.

Weird thing in common #920.b

We really should make a list.

Thanks for all the congrats to my dad. He worked hard for the degree and we're all very proud!

Sadly, The Barn didn't have my bacon and cheese stuffed french toast, so I made do with an omelette. Alas.

 

[TarzansKat]

Oh, Tink. If you don't need kleenex for this chapter I don't know what I'll do when you put up the next one!

You bring back so many memories for me. I would love to discuss them all, but this chapter is about you, so I'll refrain from a hijack.

Suffice it to say I understand the grandparent connection fully, and I totally remember the World like that! I can't believe it, when you pull out the photos and descriptions it just brings it all back.

And I have discovered numerous more weird things in common. Funny how someone you've never met before you can have so many similarities to. I can't wait to meet you in September.

 

[PrincessV]

And not having to share it with my younger brother, who was 2 at the time. His “newness” had worn off. Like an old toy, I was hoping Santa might let me trade him in for a new Barbie playhouse.

I'm an only child, but my mother, to this day, reflects on her frustration when she was told she could not, in fact, trade in her little sister for a dog.

You could still smoke in movie theatres back then and I can very vividly remember seeing the trails of cigarette smoke reflected in the light from the projector.

OMG, I completely forgot about that! Yes, I was one of those theater-smokers.

After ‘Living with the Land’ you could watch ‘Kitchen Cabaret’ and then head over to take a spin on the World of Motion and then Horizons. Mission Space, Test Track, even the Wonders of Life were just ideas on the drawing board.

Oh how I miss Horizons!

Universe of Energy and it’s dinosaurs was the bomb (although back then I think we might have called it ‘radical’):

Like, it was totally tubular. Fer sure.

We went to Rosie O’Grady’s (though for the life of me I don’t remember what that was) and spent a lot of time in the pool, as is the MO for most families traveling with a child under 10 without year-round access to a swimming pool.

And even for those WITH year-round access to a swimming pool! Trust V.

I'm over the Stroh's T-shirt! Hands-down, one of the worst beers ever. Only slightly better than Schlitz, Old Milwaukee and Piel's.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

After the success of the first trip and some quick mathematical deduction to determine a figure by which they could:
a.) have plenty of time to save and
b.) be able to take full advantage of all the ‘special’ things the World has to offer when they’re ‘celebrating’ something
my grandparents decided that it made the most sense to visit the World every five years. We'd always be there while Disney was celebrating an anniversary. It was also nice number considering my brother and I are five years apart in age, meaning that we’d be experiencing the World at the same ages. Because, yeah, there was no talking them out of taking him on the next trip. And Santa never did make that brother/Barbie trade.

I knew about the second trip much further in advance. At least a whole year, I think. My grandmother booked this one with Liberty Travel. But more importantly was a literary purchase she made that would last a lifetime (or at least 16 years…so far). My grandmother purchased the 1992 version of Birnbaum’s. I kid you not, I think I knew that book cover-to-cover a good 6 months before the trip. And I’ve bought every version since.

There were a few things we’d be doing differently on this trip (other than bringing the brother-who-could-not-be-traded-for-a-kitten-nevermind-a-pony). While still vacationing during a school break, it would be in April this time. Also, my grandparents were going ALL OUT. We were staying ON PROPERTY or not at all!!! At the time there was no such thing as a Value Resort…well…I guess at that time the Mods were the Values and some of the Deluxes were the Mods and good LORD what was a Villa?

So, a week in April, me, my brother and Grams and Gramps at the Caribbean Beach Resort (which was still pretty new). It was shaping up to be the trip of trips (even though, technically, there had been only one other trip).

The World (and the world) had grown up a bit since our last visit. The MK had "discovered" a new mountain, of the Splash variety. Apparently, discovered 20,000 leagues under the sea was a character meeting place. There was a whole new land where you could visit Mickey in his very own house. I don’t know if the ‘Character Handlers’ had been instituted yet or if this picture was just taken early on in an empty Fantasyland, but our photographic character experience was much better this time around:

Yes. In fact those are farmer jean shorts and I am indeed wearing coral colored socks. Say anything about the fanny pack though and we might not be able to be friends anymore.

I was less of a poser this time around. Well, except for those pictures you just have to take. Also, apparently, posing was genetic:

(Hush up about the hair. I KNOW, ok? I know. I’ve made smarter hair choices since. Mostly.)

Even the area in front of the castle was different. More about the Mouse, less about jockeying for THE place to watch SpectroMagic (which we did see).

Epicot had seen some changes too, although, thankfully, the ball was still nekkid:

It was the 20th anniversary celebration and there was lots new to see – Norway and Maelstrom (yes, it IS a Fastpass) and lots of trolls. You could explore the Wonders of Life with Buzzy at Cranium Command or possibly throw up after a Body Tour. Or maybe that was just me.

Oh. And of course there was the streamlined vehicle of the future:

That’s right, ladies and gents. The Sunbird, a convertible Sunbird, no less. Could there be anything more futuristic than that? Look at those streamlined…angles.

MGM was what we were probably the most excited about since it would be brand new for all of us. I can remember being terrified during the scene from Alien in The Great Movie Ride. Indiana Jones was the epitome of action and the oil tanker scene was still a surprise for everyone on the Backlot Tour. Heck, there were still animators to see! (Another loss that hurts my heart – especially one so close to the core of where Disney started out.)

The Muppets were our favorite, though, I think:

I mean look, I’m even hugging my brother.

We also visited the other new park – Typhoon Lagoon. And, of course, a visit to the still named Empress Lily.

(This is my all-time favorite picture of my grandparents.)

We were riding high this trip. It truly had been amazing and we declared that all of the others could only be better.

If only I knew then what I know now.

We returned home and life returned back to normal – school, work, activities. I was aware of my gramma’s illness, understood it and had been told that everything was ‘under control’. My grandmother had always gone to Boston for “treatments” that left her tired for days after, so I didn’t think what was happening was anything new. Perhaps, if I’d been older or more focused on what was going on, I’d have noticed that the treatments were more frequent, that my grandmother stayed tired longer. Then, in the fall, there was further distraction and a flurry of activity. My parents bought their first house and it was all about moving and having our own big backyard and preparing for our first Christmas in our very own home.

It did end up being a memorable Christmas. But unfortunately for all the wrong reasons. On December 12th, as Kyle and I got ready for bed, we got a phone call from my Gramma. I acutely remember thinking it was odd for her to be calling so late but didn’t really bat an eyelash. She spoke to my brother and then I got on the phone with her. She asked me how my day had been, what I would be doing the next day. Then she told me I was a good granddaughter. She told me she loved me. She said she would see me soon and to sleep well.

And then she was gone.

My grandfather took her to the hospital that night. And, a little after midnight, she left this world.

I had no idea how to cope with the news I received the next morning. It was so traumatic. A piece of me had suddenly and violently been ripped away and no one bothered to ask my opinion. It’s hard to see your father cry. The wake was even harder. I collapsed after praying by her casket and had to be taken away. To this day, I think her funeral was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do.

Not a single day goes by that I don’t think of her. It hurts as much today as it did then. If I had just 5 more minutes with her I know all the things I’d want to say to her. All the things I’d want to ask her. But most of all I would just want to hold her. I wish she was here to have met BF and tell me what she thinks. I wish she had been here through all of the medical stuff I want through the summer of my Senior year in high school. I wish I could hug her. Every day.

As an adult, I see the true gravity of the situation and realize that her death was probably the end to a long period of pain and suffering. My grandmother was so sick. When she passed she weighed less than 90lbs. She was smaller than a size 0. She was breathing on less than one lung. Her wedding band was so loose it would slip off her finger.

And she knew she was going to die. I used to wonder if that was a blessing or a curse for her. The knowing. I pray it wasn’t as scary as I imagine it to be. I like to think that she saw the blessing in it – she was able to say goodbye.

After she passed it was clear that there would be no more trips to the World. My parents weren’t interested and couldn’t afford it and my grandfather simply could not do it alone. It was too painful. And so what remained were the memories. The Disney memories were the newest and maybe that’s what made them the strongest. Maybe that’s why for me Disney is like a hug from my gramma. I promised myself that I would get back there. That I would ‘visit’ her there. And I do. Every single time I visit the World, she is by my side, walking with me, reminding to look behind me before I cross in front of someone, telling me to smile for the camera, asking me if I’m having a good time.

So I could never be anything but thankful for this “obsession” I have with the World. It helps keep alive memories of a best friend I lost far too soon. Memories which might otherwise be lost with the natural failing memory that is the hallmark of getting older. I'm thankful to have had such a caring, brave, intelligent, selfless woman in my life. I'm thankful for the time we had.

Thank you, Disney, for giving me a lifetime of ‘moments’ with my grandmother:

 

[Lady Lallie]

That was a very touching story and I am not ashamed to admit that I balled my eyes out. My grandmother died of lung cancer too and I feel the same way that you do, wishing for just a few more minutes....

 

[TarzansKat]

Why, oh why did I not heed everyone's advice and take out the box of flashmeganah kleenex before I read it all?

Oh, honey, these are the biggest tears I've ever cried on the DIS, and they're all for you. It reminds me of losing my Granddad, and I feel so sad for you. You are truly blessed by your wonderful memories, and even if you didn't get to say what was in your heart, she knew. They always, always know.

Love,
TK

 

[2ScottishPrincesses]

 

[If U Had Wings]

Your story was beautiful. How lucky that you get to have such wonderful memories of your grandmother tied to such a great place.

 

[willwriteforears]

Thank you, Disney, for giving me a lifetime of ‘moments’ with my grandmother:

See, it's things like this I wish I could explain to those who tell me, "Yeah, I went to Disney World and have no desire to go back." I'm so happy that the World has given you such lovely memories of your dear grandmother.

 

[pooh'smate]

This update made me cry. I too lost my grammie to lung cancer which had spread to her stomach. So I walked down memory lane with my grammie while I read of your memories. Thanks again for a very touching update.

 

[PrincessV]

That’s right, ladies and gents. The Sunbird, a convertible Sunbird, no less. Could there be anything more futuristic than that? Look at those streamlined…angles.

Yeah, but don't the pin-stripes just scream speeeeed!

Thank you, Disney, for giving me a lifetime of ‘moments’ with my grandmother:

No words - just this:

 

[michellem1118]

I will never, ever again read something I've been warned I need kleenex for while still in my classroom. I'm sitting ~3 feet from 2 students, and am fighting back the tears after reading your story.

 

[askelton]

Grandmothers are so special. Thanks for sharing yours.
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[Tinkerbellarella]

And I have discovered numerous more weird things in common. Funny how someone you've never met before you can have so many similarities to. I can't wait to meet you in September.

I don't know if you believe in God or Fate or whatever-the-carp-it-is-that-has-sucked-Tom-Cruise-away-from-us, but I'm a true believer in everything happens for a reason. We joke a lot, you and I, about all the similarities we share and such, and we may not know everything, hey, even a quarter of what we could know about the non-DIS versions of each other, but I do know you're good people. You and DH and DS. And I'm at a point in my life when I need good people.

And so I thank God for you. He's got good timing.

I'm an only child, but my mother, to this day, reflects on her frustration when she was told she could not, in fact, trade in her little sister for a dog.

I mean seriously, brother for a puppy. That's totally an even trade.

Oh how I miss Horizons!

In one of my upcoming chapters I want to talk about my favorite "extinct" attractions. And I'm totally going to use my 1992 Birnbaums.

That was a very touching story and I am not ashamed to admit that I balled my eyes out. My grandmother died of lung cancer too and I feel the same way that you do, wishing for just a few more minutes....

I'm sorry you had to experience that loss. So many do. Cancer is an evil, evil thing.

You are truly blessed by your wonderful memories, and even if you didn't get to say what was in your heart, she knew. They always, always know.

Love,
TK

THIS made ME cry. Thank you for your beautiful words.

Your story was beautiful. How lucky that you get to have such wonderful memories of your grandmother tied to such a great place.

It is lucky. Because the memories aren't just images in my head when I'm at Disney, they become sensory. The music of Main Street, seeing SSE and Italy, in particular and watching SpectroMagic. Even on a solo trip I'm never alone when I'm doing these things. She is always with me.

See, it's things like this I wish I could explain to those who tell me, "Yeah, I went to Disney World and have no desire to go back."

I've gotten tired of trying to explain. So I don't. I know, and that's all that really matters.

This update made me cry. I too lost my grammie to lung cancer which had spread to her stomach. So I walked down memory lane with my grammie while I read of your memories. Thanks again for a very touching update.

I'm sorry if among those memories were painful ones for you. I knew when I decided to write this pre-trip that this chapter would need to be written in order for this to really be grounded in Disney for me. And I worried that it would overly upset people. But truly, without her there probably wouldn't be a Tinkerbellarella here on the DISboards. I'm so sorry for your loss and hope your memories are as rich as mine.

No words - just this:

I will never, ever again read something I've been warned I need kleenex for while still in my classroom. I'm sitting ~3 feet from 2 students, and am fighting back the tears after reading your story.

ZZUB's posts always have me in the same predicament at work. You'd think after FIVE Wallet Battle trip reports I'd know better by now. But I don't.

Grandmothers are so special. Thanks for sharing yours.
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Thanks for allowing me to.

Thank you ALL so very much for letting me share that last chapter with you. It was important to my heart and to everything that is Disney for me to have written it. I'm sorry if I've brought back any painful memories for anyone, but I hope it inspired the beautiful ones as well.

I should have another update in the next day or two. Thanks for sticking with me!

 

[TarzansKat]

I don't know if you believe in God or Fate or whatever-the-carp-it-is-that-has-sucked-Tom-Cruise-away-from-us, but I'm a true believer in everything happens for a reason. We joke a lot, you and I, about all the similarities we share and such, and we may not know everything, hey, even a quarter of what we could know about the non-DIS versions of each other, but I do know you're good people. You and DH and DS. And I'm at a point in my life when I need good people.

Alright, I sooooooooooo know what you mean here. I've had some rough times, lost touch with a lot of friends, and I could use a good dose of good people.

And so I thank God for you. He's got good timing.

I feel the same way, and very blessed that we "discovered" each other on the DIS. I could really use a good girlfriend right now, and through your pre-trip report I've gained several! I see our meeting in September as the beginning of what I hope will be a very long-lasting friendship. Believe you me, it's going to take some doing for you to get rid of the TK clan!

THIS made ME cry. Thank you for your beautiful words.

Alright, I feel bad that I made you cry, but I've had the unfortunate experience of having lost some people I was very close to, one of whom I lamented that I did not express how I felt. He was actually my first painting teacher, and he got cancer. I never told him how much I really loved him, I was a young kid at the time. But, I think he knew. Because he left me all his art supplies. Oh gosh...that makes me cry! But seriously, there are many instances where we all wish we could have said those things, but I think for those who truly know us, they live in our hearts.

I'm sorry if among those memories were painful ones for you. I knew when I decided to write this pre-trip that this chapter would need to be written in order for this to really be grounded in Disney for me. And I worried that it would overly upset people. But truly, without her there probably wouldn't be a Tinkerbellarella here on the DISboards. I'm so sorry for your loss and hope your memories are as rich as mine.

Don't apologize. We all have memories that make us who we are. If we're smart, we embrace them.

Thank you ALL so very much for letting me share that last chapter with you. It was important to my heart and to everything that is Disney for me to have written it. I'm sorry if I've brought back any painful memories for anyone, but I hope it inspired the beautiful ones as well.

I should have another update in the next day or two. Thanks for sticking with me!

Thank you for writing it. It was very brave.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

I, too, have been bitten.
It’s a disease for which there is no cure.
The affliction is running rampant.
We are helpless.

It’s the Disney shopping bug.

It’s bite is painfully strong.
What it leaves behind is red hot. And itchy.
The Cortizone is not working.

My trip is now under 4 months out (yay!) and as soon as that ticker switched to 3 months, blah weeks and blah days the effects were immediate.

Must.
Buy.
Stuff.

At first I was unaware of the infection; it was festering quietly inside me. It first bubbled to the surface this past weekend. The BF and I went to the Wrentham Outlets (read: LOTS of high-end name brand – GUESS, Salvatore Ferragamo, Saks – cheap, cheap, cheap). We had only gone because we’d had nothing better to do and not because we were looking to purchase anything in particular. We ended up picking up some “unmentionables” for BF in Calvin Klein and then I wandered over (read: damn near took BFs arm off with the beeline and speed with which I approached) the COACH outlet.

In case I haven’t made it undeniably clear, Tinkerbellarella loves her some COACH. IF the BF were troubled by some sort of condition by which he were covered head to toe with teeny-tiny C’s, I would consider him the perfect accessory and would take him everywhere. And buy matching shoes.

What we walked into was madness. If there weren’t 498 women in there all jockeying for the cutest, cheapest purse then there wasn’t one. I’d never seen the store like that before. The line to the register was reminiscent of the line for Splash Mountain at 2 p.m. on a particularly steamy August afternoon. Upon sight of the horror that was the checkout line, BF promptly turned to me. The man was serious.

“Woman, if you are getting in that line then I’m going over to J. Crew.”

BF is very patient when we’re out shopping. He’s not a shopper. But I got enough of that gene for the both of us, so when we’re out he appeases me and accompanies me into Sephora (he checks out the men’s area), Borders (usually hangs out by the magazines), Aldo (cries woefully in a corner), Victoria’s Secret (pretends he’s not looking at the posters of Adriana Lima) and, on occasion, COACH – though he can’t wrap his mind around why I need more than one purse.

That’s like asking me if I really need to go back to Disney again. Boy! You done lost your mind asking me a question like that!

However he was having nothing to do with the COACH line. We browsed around the store and all of a sudden I saw “it”.

And I got itchy.

An itch only a purse purchase could scratch.

It was an adorable coral-colored bag, small-ish hobo-type style, accented with camel leather and a big buckle. It was originally close to $300. It had a COACH outlet price.
Which had been marked down to a “red line” price.
Which was then an additional 40% off.
The bag was only $77.

I scratched the side of my neck. My calf. My forearm.

What was wrong with me? I had two gorgeous bags, one which was brand new (a gift to me, from me with some of my tax return) and on my shoulder screaming about how unfaithful I was being. I most certainly didn’t need another bag.

Scratchscratchscratch.

I left without the bag but still with a lingering itchy sensation.

(I’m still mourning the unpurchased bag, by the way. But I knew it was the “right” thing to do.)

But it happened again in the next store, though this would’ve made a more sensible purchase. In Wilson’s Leather there was a (non-leather) luggage set on sale 50% off. Very cute design (BF: “Well, if you buy it I’ll never use it with that girly design.”) They had the small, medium and large suitcases - $30, $40 and $50.

This is the big one:

I must have hemmed and hawed about that one for a good ten minutes. Long enough for BF to have perused the entire store and declare himself, “Ready”.

Again, I left the bag.

Scratchscratchscratch.

I kept talking about how much I liked it. How much I needed a new suitcase (which is true). I kept thinking about how easy it would be to spot coming around on the Orlando International Airport baggage carrousel. BF asked me twice if I wanted to go back for it. I didn’t.

So we went home.

And I logged onto Disney.com to try to find something, ANYTHING to purchase to use my 15% off discount code. $75 worth of stuff if possible, to take advantage of the free shipping. People, let me tell you that when I was trying to buy things I don’t need, I’m serious. At that point the Disney Trip Shopping Itch was burning strong all over my body.

I looked for a cute journal.
A cute bag.
I even checked out a little garden statue shaped like the little mushrooms from Fantasia.

Mind you I don’t even have a garden.

Finally, I forced myself to log off. There was really neither anything I wanted, nor, more importantly, needed. I was sad. I was still thinking about that COACH bag. And the suitcase.

And I’ve been “trying to shop” all week since.

I get like this 3-4 months out from every trip. I want to spend enough money to rival the actual cost of the trip. Bags, accessories, clothes, books – you name it and I can buy it and relate it to the trip. But this time around, since I’m on a monthly budget and trying not to repeat the credit card debt mistakes of my “youth” (read: up until, like, last year), I’m trying to control my spending.

I know the suitcase would be both a sensible and affordable buy. It is something I will actually need for this trip (and for trips in the future). And while I loved both the price and the design, I was actually hoping for something in pink or teal. Or animal print. Or all three.

(I swear to you I AM NOT shallow or materialistic. REALLY.)

I have enough books to keep me hip-deep in the written word for the next year, so that’s out.

And as far as clothes go, I’m actually happy about holding off on that. Hopefully I’ll be buying smaller sizes before the start of my trip. And since I’ll be shopping at the end of summer, everything will hopefully be on clearance. And all of those personalized tees and buttons and such? I’m not buying them online but will make them at home, so no dice.

So as much as I want to spend the morning perusing ebags.com for that perfect pink and teal animal print suitcase, instead I’m going to go out and buy one single item today.

From CVS.
More Cortizone.
Which I will slather all over my entire body.

Scratchscratchscratch.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

I feel the same way, and very blessed that we "discovered" each other on the DIS. I could really use a good girlfriend right now, and through your pre-trip report I've gained several! I see our meeting in September as the beginning of what I hope will be a very long-lasting friendship.

I'd send you a bagful of Skittle hugs right now if I could.

Alright, I feel bad that I made you cry

Don't feel bad. It was a good kind of cry.
Not the snotty, heaving, migraine-inducing, hiccupping, hitching breath kind of cry that means I have to go directly to bed.

He was actually my first painting teacher, and he got cancer. I never told him how much I really loved him, I was a young kid at the time. But, I think he knew. Because he left me all his art supplies.

How special. You're right. He knew.

 

[Princesskeyblade]

The BF and I went to the Wrentham Outlets

That has the potential to be extremely dangerous.

BF is very patient when we’re out shopping. He’s not a shopper. But I got enough of that gene for the both of us, so when we’re out he appeases me and accompanies me into Sephora (he checks out the men’s area), Borders (usually hangs out by the magazines), Aldo (cries woefully in a corner), Victoria’s Secret (pretends he’s not looking at the posters of Adriana Lima) and, on occasion, COACH – though he can’t wrap his mind around why I need more than one purse.

That’s like asking me if I really need to go back to Disney again. Boy! You done lost your mind asking me a question like that!

Why do men think that? seriously...

However he was having nothing to do with the COACH line. We browsed around the store and all of a sudden I saw “it”.

And I got itchy.

An itch only a purse purchase could scratch.

It was an adorable coral-colored bag, small-ish hobo-type style, accented with camel leather and a big buckle. It was originally close to $300. It had a COACH outlet price.
Which had been marked down to a “red line” price.
Which was then an additional 40% off.
The bag was only $77.

You showed some will power there. I would have bought the bag and had buyers remorse later!

 

[If U Had Wings]

I'm so glad I'm not the only one who suffers from Disney vacation shopping disease. I swear as soon as I put the deposit down for my trip, I'm mentallly starting the shopping list for everything I need to buy for my trip.

Invaritably this includes things like more shorts, new socks, etc. I usually have to buy a new bathing suit as well, even though I get practically no use out of the ones I already own. (I have a bit of a bathing suit shopping problem anyways). Something about vacation drives me to buy all new stuff. This year I'm determined not to buy a new suit, as the one I bought for last year's Disney trip never even got worn due to the unending rain. I'm also determined to stick to my diet so that I can fit back into all the shorts I bought for my trip 2 years ago. (Of course by August summer clearance sales will be going on.....)

I'm trying to to succumb, so I'll have more money to spend at Disney, but it's too tough! So far my purchases have been relegated to a World of Disney poncho from the NYC store for when it rains, and a new carry-on suitcase to match my regular suitcase. I already owned a carry-on, but it was black and didn't match my pretty aqua blue suitcase. These things are important, right?