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

[latoberg]

Yes, that other plucky youth is my sister.

Sorry, missed Earl. I chose not to get into that one.

Sher - I told you, I don't wear glasses. But I love the attention.

 

[drebert]

I got rid of the tube socks, mullet, jam shorts, and permed hair when we got married!

 

[GeorgiaAristocat]

Lacto ~
poor guy, to have a mean old mom to do that to you.

I don't know why you're not getting more sympathy. About the tube socks.

I love pics from the early eighties! Good times.

And it isn't nearly as embarrassing unless you scremed like a little girl. If you did. Then, well, yes . . .it's too bad they didn't get it on video.




(p.s. What is it with all the Vikings having stories about Space Mountain? You, YAK, Me . . . C'mon people, tell us your space mountain stories!)

 

[latoberg]

I got rid of the tube socks, mullet, jam shorts, and permed hair when we got married!

Channeling Billy Ray Cyrus: I want my mullet back. (couldn't find a video, sorry)

I you all ask nice and bring lots of presents for the meet, I might post a pic of the mullet.

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

Channeling Billy Ray Cyrus: I want my mullet back.

Please no mullet pictures!!!

 

[em'smom]

Lacto, what time of year was it in 1984 when you were on the WEDway People Mover?

Cause I was there in february (we went every year, look for my memory trip thingee, it has cool pics from the 80's)

AND I remember a kid a little older than me, flippin his lid on that ride!!!

Screamin something about 'roller coasters', 'not again', and 'I'm not going on it!'

That was one freaked out kid.

 

[latoberg]

Lacto, what time of year was it in 1984 when you were on the WEDway People Mover?

Cause I was there in february (we went every year, look for my memory trip thingee, it has cool pics from the 80's)

AND I remember a kid a little older than me, flippin his lid on that ride!!!

Screamin something about 'roller coasters', 'not again', and 'I'm not going on it!'

That was one freaked out kid.

Em, I believe it was in May or June. February would have been a little too early for us. So it wasn't me.

 

[UtahMama]

1) I was 16 in 1984. I resembled your sister just a few years before. Same hair, even!

2) Nice socks, hate to beat THAT to death with a stick

but those were some GREAT socks, you betcha!! (I saw Earl too last night! I really think you'd likey!)

3) My Space Mountain story is that I stood in a 4 hour line that extended OUT of Tomarrowland on opening day!!! BOO-YA! I was 10 in 1977. I was on the news "in-the-long-line"!!

 

[latoberg]

Okay, that last post was long winded. But I get paid by the word.

There was another incident at Disney that cannot be lived down. And this one, I am ashamed to admit, is somewhat offensive to some sensibilities. So if you are offended by bodily functions and the natural processes the body goes through to digest food, you may want to go on. Now.

EPCOT was fairly new. Back then it was cool to go into the communication center and call and book your dining when you got into the park. It was supposed to be a cool thing to do.

{Reflective pause}

Kinda lost something over time, didn’t it. Like color T.V. And their shows.

So we went to EPCOT to enjoy the newest, non-Magic Kingdom experience. And while gadgets and science are all cool stuff, I was looking forward to the World Showcase. I always like exploring and seeing new places. As we were looking through the dining option, we settled upon the Mexico pavilion. So lunch plans were set.

We toured the coolness of EPCOT Future Land and made our way to Mexico. Even now I love that pavilion. Walking into that open market is just awesome. And we went to eat. Mexican food was well known in Oklahoma. It wasn’t like it is now. Where every other restaurant has a Tex-Mex feel. So I enjoyed my lunch.

As we continued around the World (Showcase), I noticed that my tummy had a little rumbly. And not the good kind. I stopped to use the restroom somewhere. And thought all would be well. By the time we got to the American Adventure, the tummy was in full roll. Somewhere between the chips and salsa and the refried beans, I had created an experiment in the production of toxic gasses. In my body. And there was only one way to let it escape.

So we are standing around in the hall, waiting for the American Adventure. And unfortunately, those poor souls had to experience the lab experiment gone haywire in my tummy. My mother made some comment about the smell. My aunt replied. And then they noticed the weird look on my face. We left quickly.

To this day, I still haven’t seen the American Adventure.

 

[horsegirl]

Okay, that last post was long winded. But I get paid by the word.

There was another incident at Disney that cannot be lived down. And this one, I am ashamed to admit, is somewhat offensive to some sensibilities. So if you are offended by bodily functions and the natural processes the body goes through to digest food, you may want to go on. Now.

EPCOT was fairly new. Back then it was cool to go into the communication center and call and book your dining when you got into the park. It was supposed to be a cool thing to do.

{Reflective pause}

Kinda lost something over time, didn’t it. Like color T.V. And their shows.

So we went to EPCOT to enjoy the newest, non-Magic Kingdom experience. And while gadgets and science are all cool stuff, I was looking forward to the World Showcase. I always like exploring and seeing new places. As we were looking through the dining option, we settled upon the Mexico pavilion. So lunch plans were set.

We toured the coolness of EPCOT Future Land and made our way to Mexico. Even now I love that pavilion. Walking into that open market is just awesome. And we went to eat. Mexican food was well known in Oklahoma. It wasn’t like it is now. Where every other restaurant has a Tex-Mex feel. So I enjoyed my lunch.

As we continued around the World (Showcase), I noticed that my tummy had a little rumbly. And not the good kind. I stopped to use the restroom somewhere. And thought all would be well. By the time we got to the American Adventure, the tummy was in full roll. Somewhere between the chips and salsa and the refried beans, I had created an experiment in the production of toxic gasses. In my body. And there was only one way to let it escape.

So we are standing around in the hall, waiting for the American Adventure. And unfortunately, those poor souls had to experience the lab experiment gone haywire in my tummy. My mother made some comment about the smell. My aunt replied. And then they noticed the weird look on my face. We left quickly.

To this day, I still haven’t seen the American Adventure.

Okay I am one of those who do not enjoy at all these discussions, but Todd, OMG! Cracking up, I am. Cracking up. You funny man.

 

[drebert]

Thanks for Sharing!

And he wonders why I don't want to eat in Mexico on this trip!

 

[NAB]

Thanks for sharing I think......we are really getting to know you aren't we. No Mexican food for Lacto. Did you blame he smell on your sister ?

Just wait until one of your boys does that too you.

 

[AshClan]

Great stories, Todd! AND, OMG, those pictures from the 80's! I just think back and remember how cool we all thought we looked. Oh, and me?? I was OUT of college in 1984. Nuf said. Baby.

Now that you are all done with the pre-.....can't wait to hear about the actual trip! You will be heading out soon! Have a blast and hope to catch you at the WL

 

[UtahMama]

OH! You poor thing! How embarassing!
Now they have BEANO for that (it works too!) for your fiesta-ing needs!

I love reading this, FYI!

You're FUNNY, for a minister! (no offense intended! forgive me!)

Love,
UtahMama renamed UMA ("Oo-Ma")

 

[kpk89]

hey Lacto! I was confuzled. I thought this was about a past trip? but it's actually about the trip you're about to take?

So have a blast (umm, not THAT kind!) Can't wait to read all about it!!!

 

[javamom]

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>>>

Lacto, I feel your pain. When I was a kiddo, we lived in So. California and my oldest sister worked at Magic Mountain. She took me there once with her boyfriend and proceeded to trick me into riding The Gold Rush in the worst way. You see this ride is similarly themed like BTMRR in that it "looks" like a train. As it departs the "station" it goes really quite slowly and disappears around a corner. Her exact words to me were: "Looky at the train, Step, dontcha want to ride the train?" The ride went something like this: We pull from the station and I have a big grin on my face, we round the nice little bend and disappear when suddenly the "train" takes off with us like a tornado, all the while I am screaming "I'm gonna tell Mommy on you!!!!" at my deceitful sister. There is actually more, but this is your thread so I won't. So, Lacto, I understand exactly what you went through with your Mom.

 

[DisneyObsession]

Thanks for Sharing!

And he wonders why I don't want to eat in Mexico on this trip!

As Mexico is one of my favorite places to eat...bring the Beano and enjoy! Maybe is more "grown up" tummy can handle it better....however, you know him better than we do. It's your call!

 

[FSUMARCHIEF]

OH! You poor thing! How embarassing!
Now they have BEANO for that (it works too!) for your fiesta-ing needs!

I love reading this, FYI!

You're FUNNY, for a minister! (no offense intended! forgive me!)

Love,
UtahMama renamed UMA ("Oo-Ma")

Lacto - I know you're in the world and won't probably see this for a while, but I think I'm offended by this. How bout you? Funny for a minister. Hmmmmfffff. I think I'm funny. As are you. Hmmmmmmfffff.

Blessings!
MarkyMark

 

[latoberg]

Actually UMA and Marky, I am not completely offended. I do everything I can to be undercover as a minister .

So if I surprise people (you to Haley) when I tell them that is what I do, then I have fulfilled my secret plan to get people to know me as a person. Because some people, no one here I'm sure, reacts differently when they find out someone is a minister.

As to the trip, we are well on our way to the world. I had to find some way to use this time that I couldn't sleep.

Mexican food doesn't effect me the way it did back then. So I eat Mexican with no hesitation.

I also want to say thank you to everyone stopping by to read. This is a new experience for me as I am an orator and not a writer.

And thank you for the wonderful comments. I'm glad that you find my presentation comical. I believe that a sense of humour (for my Canadian friends) is a precious gift of God.

Now, go out today, find a community of people to share God's grace, and find something to laugh at. Even if it is yourself.

 

[latoberg]

Now, this last mistake that I can’t live down is really a painful one. Because I can’t blame anything or anyone else for it. It is wholly and completely my fault. We used a touring company for our last trip. The same one that we are using this time. Our TA was great. She took care of everything. But the one thing she didn’t handle was the plane tickets. I am internet savvy enough to book a flight on a plane. So I get our plane tickets purchased and we are ready to go.

When the trip comes, I print everything off and put it in my Passporter. Never had one problem while we were there. All of our dining ressies went off without a hitch. Room was perfect. Memories were made. Some resolutions were resolved: never take other family members to Disney World. And we were off to head home.

When we get to the airport, we are unloading the 4 gajillion bags that we brought, and I do curbside check in. It goes something like this.

“Hi, we are on flight such and such to Dallas.”
“Mr. Bergbert, I can’t find you on this flight.”
“I’m sure this is the flight.”
“Well, the computer doesn’t show you here.”
“Well let me check my printout” says Mr.-I-know-what-I’m-talking-about-and-you-don’t-have-a-clue-how-to-use-your-computer-says-to-self.

I pull out the print out and see the flight number, airport, and the time. “See it’s right here.”
“Yes Mr. Bergbert I see that, but that flight is for 3 days from now.”
DOH!!!

Yes, dear friends who are now laughing hysterically at the obnoxious and arrogant goofball with a printout, I had booked a return flight 3 DAYS after our vacation had ended.

Now, the rest of the story. We pile the 4 gajillion bags into the airport and find the handy dandy telephone to call Delta and find a new flight home. One small problem stood in our way. I had just read in the newspaper (free at our Wilderness Lodge room door) that one of the PGA golf thingies (I’m not a sports person) was in Dallas. Starting that day. The day we needed to fly to Dallas. The day we were SUPPOSED to have seats on a plane for. But NooOOOooo. Now there is nothing that day. Everything is booked solid. The next chance for 3 people to fly (there were 3 of us) to Dallas was the next morning. Fine, we’ll take it. $500 dollars later we are booked on the first flight out the next morning.

Shuttle to a hotel (non-Disney), pizza ordered in, early to bed. And my beautiful wife. The one who said, “for better, for worse”. The mother of our two children. Won’t speak to me. Unless it is gruntable. Ya’ll, that was a very cold night. And not because of the air conditioning.

Next morning, early. We get up and get to the airport. Our tickets are in 3 different places on the plane. Me, wifey, and 4 year old son. 3 different places on the plane. Two of the seats are relatively close to each other. Lisa tells #1S that if he will sit there for just a little bit, Mommy will try to trade with someone. And she does. Trades with someone. ONE. She got ONE seat next to the boy. I was sitting up toward the front. By my self. But that’s somewhat okay. She wasn’t talking to me anyway.

So why is THIS important? Because we tell #1S we are going to Disney again and will be flying down. He is very excited. But in a moment of quiet, with a voice that needed comfort and reassurance, he simply asks, “Are we going to get to sit together on the plane?”

DOH!!!!