The Berg-Berts do WDW, Part 30 – Closing Thoughts

[latoberg]

We did the same for our little princess. Finally we just didn't order anything for her if she didn't want it because when she says no it is no. The waiters kept saying if I bring it out she will eat it but they were wrong. Even a ice cream. I think she lived on popcorn and chocolate milk the whole time we were gone.

Are you packed yet?

I am. Dre is slowly getting around to it.

 

[drebert]

I'm packing my purse tonight. Does that count?

 

[horsegirl]

We also love the Liberty Tree. It was one of the few places #1S came out of his shell and interacted with characters.

Admit it. You loved Liberty Tree because they serve heaps of animal flesh....you, you, you, carnivore you!

I love the forget the kid restaurant selection philosophy....that is what we did. Let's face it, plenty of kids visiting Dis eat like teensy birds....Disney has a solution for that. Ice cream and popcorn. Our kids lived on it for the week. Who cares!

 

[latoberg]

Admit it. You loved Liberty Tree because they serve heaps of animal flesh....you, you, you, carnivore you!

I love the forget the kid restaurant selection philosophy....that is what we did. Let's face it, plenty of kids visiting Dis eat like teensy birds....Disney has a solution for that. Ice cream and popcorn. Our kids lived on it for the week. Who cares!

I'm not really worried. #2S lives on pancakes from breakfast to breakfast with intermittent interruptions of his hunger with ice cream and bologna with cheese that has been cut with a bus shaped cookie cutter.

 

[AshClan]

The parent of picky eaters club, that is. And mine are getting too big for kids meals. But that's all they'll eat. My oldest usually has to order 2, now. On our cruise in April, we paid a fortune for them to have their own room and, like all cruisers, to have access to food 24 hours a day. My oldest lived on Croissants and Bacon and my youngest had the chicken noodle soup appetizer. Only. Every night. Soooooo, we are now doing all Disney, all the time for the near future. At least it's pay as you go (we'd NEVER get the dining plan with them, unless it was "free"), and we can always find some chicken nuggets or grilled cheese or mac & cheese.

I enjoying the play by play, Todd. Keep 'em coming!!!!

 

[latoberg]

As I have said, I like planning. The internet is the world’s worst invention. Only because I don’t get any serious work done. One day I fasted from technology. It was a rewarding experience. But it was the longest day of my life. No laptop. No PDA. No cell phone (not that I ever use mine). Hours went on for days at a time. If you have a technology addiction, I really recommend a techno-fast. It is mind altering.

But the planning goes on forever. I have sites that I have used for years. Allears and Mousesavers were my primary resources. When I booked the cruise, I discovered a place called WDWinfo. It had cool pictures of the cruise stuff. Then one day I happened on the link that said Forums. And thus my worldview was shifted. I was no longer alone in my Disney fandom.

As plans changed and we went from sea worthy sailors to land locked lubbers, I encountered a ragtag crew of Vikings. Then joined them on their merry adventures across the sea of cyberspace. Pillaging and plundering movie line references. Grogging and giggling through countless hours of nonsensical words of whimsy and wackiness. But all of us sharing in mutual admiration and our addictive need for Disney trips. And one particular person who knows that everyone loves her.

More plans were made. ADR’s were made and changed a couple of times. A wonderful and patient TA was driven to the point harassing me. The trip was paid off; before we left; before 45 days even. YES!!!

And we were ready to be off on our merry way to the World that was started by a Mouse.

 

[sheridac]

And one particular person who knows that everyone loves her.

Aaawww!!!!! LACTO!!!!! How sweet!!!!!

 

[NAB]

The trip is paid for but what about all the stuff you are going to bring home. Drebert get packing......unless you can fit everything in that purse. Don't forget to bring the boys.


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[drebert]

The trip is paid for but what about all the stuff you are going to bring home. Drebert get packing......unless you can fit everything in that purse. Don't forget to bring the boys.


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We don't plan on buying anything there.

Do we have to bring the boys?

 

[UtahMama]

OH!!! We didnt plan on buying anything either...but somehow managed to bring home more than we brought! You never know!

But YOU'RE probably more fiscally disciplined than ME! Alot more

 

[drebert]

Last edited by UtahMama : Today at 09:47 AM. Reason: Funny, pre-trip purchases are not part of the over-all vacation budget!

Nope!

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

Last edited by UtahMama : Today at 10:47 AM. Reason: Funny, pre-trip purchases are not part of the over-all vacation budget!

That's why I'm not going to pre-trip purchase anything!

Thanks lacto....now go help dre pack!

 

[Grammyof2]

Lacto - Could you pay off my credit card

One question - what is a budget?????????????????

 

[latoberg]

Lacto - Could you pay off my credit card

One question - what is a budget?????????????????

Grammy, I could tell you, but it would kill you. Not me. The idea.

Tech free was only a diet for your brain. If I am totally engrossed in technology I can go without food. So, I ate more.

 

[latoberg]

Now before we get to the trip in earnest, or Orlando if you must be specific, I feel I must share some historical milestones along the path to this trip. Why??? Filler, people. It’s something to chew on whilst you wait for the start of the actual trip.

So, picture this: 1984. I am the plucky young age of 13. I was a chubby, nerdy type; even then; as now. Only now I have less hair.

My family (consisting of my Aunt, my Mother, me, my sister {it ain’t grammatically correct - - it’s chronological}) wings our way to Orlando and stay offsite. We do this because we weren’t going to spend all of our time at WDW. And we were cheap. This was before Disneyitis had set in in my life.

So we do MK and EPCOT. Because that was all there was then.

At that time, there wasn’t a Test Track. Or the Living Seas – even Nemo-less. If you asked who Nemo was, the answer would have been the captain of the Nautilus (for literate types) or some cartoon on Captain Kangaroo.

Now I must digress here to share a traumatic event in my life. You are wondering, “Wasn’t this whole thing a digress?” Can digress be used as a noun? Do I care? NO- onward. The traumatic event occurred at Six Flags Over Texas. We lived about 2 ½ hours from Six Flags Over Texas (in Arlington). It was the only amusement park I knew. Except that we had (at that time) a dinky amusement park in Oklahoma City. And since said park was dinky, we didn’t go often. Read: ever. We went to Six Flags. It was the coolest park to my mind. Until – that day.

We had taken a family trip. My Mom loved roller coasters. Back in the day. Not so much now. But Six Flags had a Runaway Mine Train. It wasn’t a high thrills coaster. Except this is like 1982. High thrill had a different meaning then. I remember the ooohs and aaaaahs over the first double loop steel coaster there. Now people are like, “That’s ancient, dude.” But my mother wanted to ride the Runaway Mine Train. And because she didn’t want to look like a weirdo riding by herself, she coaxed/needled me to ride it with her.

Now, you have to understand, I come from a long line of people who enjoy food and not exercise. We are an abundantly robust family. At my age 11, my mother was considerably larger than I was. So here we are, in a runaway mine train car. The bar, which is our only security, closes down upon my mother’s lap. Since she was much bigger than I was, the bar did not reach my lap. Or chest. Or any other part of my body so that I might find a sense of security in being restrained.

And we were off. Around corners; over hills; down through valleys; through the mine building with the lame theme elements; down the swooping hill; under the water; and back into the station. My mother is laughingly hysterically. Not at the ride. At me. Because of my color. And the look on my face. You see I did not have fun on the ride. And my mother did that to me. I have issues but my fortune cookie says I have a good chance of recovering. Someday. Digress over.

That traumatic event sets the stage for ONE of my most embarrassing moments at Disney. The year: 1984. The place: Tomorrowland Transit Authority/WEDway People Mover (As it has been known and was when this incident took place). Family is all sitting in the mover. Up until this point I have made it very clear I DID NOT want to ride a roller coaster. Or anything else that might possibly convey the idea of throwing me out of the ride vehicle. I was so bad I didn’t even do Toad. I know. “It wasn’t that bad.” Hey, it’s my problem, and I have to live with me more than you do.

But we are riding the TTA/WWPM. And you all know that part. When you go through the mountain. Space Mountain is a roller coaster. I wasn’t really paying attention. All I heard was, “blah, blah, bluh, blah Space Mountain, bluh, blah, blah.” And I went ballistic. My mother had done it to me again. She had gotten me on a roller coaster. She tricked me and betrayed that parental trust I had in her. Well it took no end of reassurances to calm me down and convince me that we weren’t really going on Space Mountain. And I knew they were lying. So I was only convinced when we got off nowhere near Space Mountain.

Why is this important? Because as we were preparing for the last trip to Disney, my mother and sister both bring up the subject, “You going to ride Space Mountain?” <<<SMACK>>>

 

[horsegirl]

Awww! Those pics are great! You are brave! Awesome, awesome installment Todd!

But we are riding the TTA/WWPM. And you all know that part. When you go through the mountain. Space Mountain is a roller coaster. I wasn’t really paying attention. All I heard was, “blah, blah, bluh, blah Space Mountain, bluh, blah, blah.” And I went ballistic. My mother had done it to me again. She had gotten me on a roller coaster. She tricked me and betrayed that parental trust I had in her. Well it took no end of reassurances to calm me down and convince me that we weren’t really going on Space Mountain. And I knew they were lying. So I was only convinced when we got off nowhere near Space Mountain.

I can just see you in those tube socks squirming and writhing in fear! Ah hahahahahahahahahha! Poor you. You rock! Thanks!

 

[latoberg]

Awww! Those pics are great! You are brave! Awesome, awesome installment Todd!



I can just see you in those tube socks squirming and writhing in fear! Ah hahahahahahahahahha! Poor you. You rock! Thanks!

At least I wore matching tube socks.

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

At least I wore matching tube socks.

That's exactly what I thought.....matching and colour co-ordinated!

Did you get them from the regular tube sock guy or the irregular?

Cause the irregular is a jerk!



Plus I love the digital watch! My brother had one just like it!!!

Thanks Lacto!

 

[NAB]

Lacto great picks. I love that in one you are holding your sisters hat. It was your sisters right?

When you mentioned about the bar and the coasters I thought of me and my daugther. She is so tiny and of course the bars stop at me. I think that is why I held on to her when we did EE. I probably scared her for life is what your saying.....

 

[sheridac]

Lacto!!!

You rock my socks, dude!!!

AND

For anyone who wonders what he looks like. Now.

Here's.

Lacto and The Nutwings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!