Now, let’s get this WDW Trip ticked off!
Ok! First I'll go without making any advance reservations.
I deliberately chose a flight on Alaska because: 1) they have the only non-stop to MCO from Portland, and 2) there was small chance in Hades we’d get the Disney plane. Then again, we’d have about as much chance of that as Disney lowering ticket prices.
So, none whatsoever, then.
My real motivation was that I wanted to hit up DTD for dinner, but that’s hours and hours from where we begin.
Always planning ahead. A true DIS veteran.
liverwurst (tease all you want; we love it!) Cheetos (yes, I actually like them too)
Liverwurst and cheetos...breakfast of champions.
After a stern talking to about keeping phones on, communicating clearly, blah, blah, blah (which was coincidentally the EXACT same conversation I had with them in 2016 and probably every trip we’ve ever taken as a family to WDW)
Kids exist only to not listen or follow good advice.
We got exactly the room I’d requested- a corner, 2nd floor, waterview.
Nice!
Aren't Disney smiles fantastic smiles?
...and Snapchat to know all about it. It was something I was going to have to get used to.
Kids these days…While they made ridiculous duckfaces
Never once seen Snapchat...and I have no idea what a duck face is supposed to do for you, other than make you look like an idiot. I have fully become a Grumpy Old Man.®
I’m curious about exactly what heritage the pork actually had. Was its grandfather a wealthy banker? Did his mother’s side have a hint of South American that no one really knows the story about? "Cheshire"... was its heritage one of constant grinning?
It was sitting in the refrigerator for the last 7 weeks.
My camera really hurts my neck to carry anymore.
Ugh. That's not good.
Instead of a simple, “I understand these things happen, but in the future, you will really need your card, but tonight, no problem, we’ll ring you up right away.” I got, and I poop you not, “You really need your card, Ma’am, but tonight we’ll let it go. But I want to thank you! Tonight, you get to be the one who let me do a good deed and helped me feel good about myself.”
Wow. Passive-aggressive much?
Just as we’d gotten to the bus area (do you have ANY idea how far of a trek that is?!) from Raglan, I felt something was missing…. Hmmm… what could it be?
Your phone?
Was I over-reacting to the TIW card thing? What would you have done (besides take it in the first place). Things to consider: 1) The card/prvilege did cost me $175 so naturally I wanted to use it as much as possible, 2) am I wrong it thinking it should be extremely easy for them to look up cardholders? 3) if he'd argued and wouldn't honor it, would you have been irritated?
I agree with 1) completely, it's worth asking since you paid for it. I also agree with 2). There has to be a way to check. With 3) I would have reluctantly given in...after all, it is my fault I didn't have it. But his comment was annoying.
The parcels were all packed with the utmost of care
In hopes that Han Solo soon would be there.
But he's not...instead, it's some characters you've never heard of.
We raced past the stars, at lightspeed we went
We pushed on her engines 1,000 percent
We spoke not a word, nor scenery did see
We crashed into all in a fiery spree
"I didn't know you could fly!"
"Fly, yes. Land? No."
Children? Check. (You think that’s funny, don’t you? Ask me about the time I left my toddler sleeping in a stroller in the men’s clothing section of the Goodwill once for a few minutes.)
Every parent has done that once.
Packages? Uhh…. Er… <a few grown up expletives>… Nope.
D'oh.
“Oh, yeah, we put it in the back for you and have been waiting for you. We were already looking up your information so we could call you and send it to your resort if you were staying here.”
Hey, a nice and helpful CM! That's more like it.
However, this little imp, or is that "limp", was tenacious and persistent. Within a couple of hours of abusing my poor feet each morning, it’d practice self-replication and wiggle its way to the surface again making each step agonizing torture. I tried walking on the side of my foot, I tried soaking it at night, moleskin, changing shoes… everything I could think of to outsmart that little SOB (Son of Beelzebub) to no avail.
Oh, that's no fun. My wife has a hard time covering the parks due to arthritis in her feet. It's hard.
Have you ever forgotten or lost something at Disney? Did you get it back or find it?
Well, there was the time my dad left his bag at BTMRR while he rode the train and then made me walk from Fantasyland to retrieve it for him...
The one thing that can give you a lifetime of memories... I'm so happy she got it back!!!
) we wandered in here on a family trip for lunch and had a mediocre meal. We went back at least once on a subsequent trip. These were the types of places my mom would seek out when I was younger because: (1) I liked places that sold collectible pins and other similar types of merch, and (2) I was a very picky eater as a child/adolescent (until I became an adult and realized that trying new and adventurous foods was fun and not scary.)
