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9 Days in Walt Disney World 2012
by Ron Findlay
It's a week before we leave, and I'm sitting on my couch downstairs staring at my suitcase. This is a routine that repeats itself every year prior to vacation, for weeks up and till the day we fly. I sit here, stare at it, and think "Have I packed everything I need? Is there some things I can do without? Do I really need this many shorts, or that many shirts? I rummage through it again and again, tear it apart, repack it, try to manage my space wisely, because I know on the very last night at Disney, when it's time to repack it for Home, that somehow I wont have all of this room. Somehow the neatly packed suitcase I see before me will be a huge disaster full of those blue and white bags you get when you purchase something. There will be blinky, spinning things my daughter wanted that will sit in a closet at home and never be used again. Mugs that I tell myself I'll bring next year, but somehow always forget. Clean neatly folded clothes that I never wore this trip, again, still laying in my suitcase. I'll even have a check-list that I've checked off numerous times prior to going that will always have one or two missing items. You'd think after all these years of making this trip I'd have the perfect set-up, and know exactly what to bring. The one thing that I have learned through all this though, is that I'll always over-plan, and think I've got it down, but know deep down that next year I'll pack differently. This is my pre-Disney nightmare. A glimpse into my vacation anxiety that repeats itself every year.
August 24th: The eve of Departure
Double check, re-check, re-print, repeat. Did I make all the reservations? Check. What time do we fly, and what time will I drive to the car service? Check check. Kids to bed, batteries and chargers packed, everything is a go. Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence is high! Time to move all the suitcases onto the enclosed porch so they'll be readily available in the AM. Now all I need to do is fall asleep. Ha! Right. Like that'll happen. Oh I try, but it's more of a close-my-eyes-and-pretend-I'm-asleep type thing. I always say "I'll sleep on the plane and catch-up...", but I know that's just a little white lie to convince myself I'll do it just to justify my insomnia. Now to lay down and toss and turn. Destination Disney in a few short hours!
August 25th: Time to go!
The alarms go off. A blaring repetitive annoying sound. There are multiple alarms too. One is never enough to get me out of bed. I just love that snooze button way too much, even on a day like this. The sound is like being inside a Nuclear Reactor facility that just had an accident. WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP you get the idea. Get-up guy, it's time to move like you have a purpose! OK fine. I'm up, and I'm groggy, so what should I do first? First thing I do is roll over and start tickling the crap out of my girlfriend. That's her punishment for not beating me out of bed. I've got the upper-hand being that I've woken-up first, so I'm given her the "goocheegoos" and she's not enjoying it as much as I am, but now she's awake, so I better run before she wacks me one good. "OK 'BB'", that's her nickname, "I'll go wake the kiddies." Off to wake the kids I go, which is nothing more than shaking them with two hands while yelling "UP UP UP LETS GO LETS GO! DISNEY TIME!" I then go and get my shower, shave, and then return to find them still sleeping. Of course, as expected, so again it's the shaking and yelling to get them wide awake. "LETS GO GUYS! GIT YER BUTTS IN GEAR! We're leaving in one hour."
It's now 8:30 AM, and it's time to go. I run across the street to Wawa first to grab some gum. Can't forget gum for the plane! Now we live about 25 minutes from the airport, but I've decided to take my SUV to Winner Parking again this year. It's a great service where they'll drive you to the airport in your own vehicle, then park it for the week, and when you get back they drop the vehicle off so you can drive it directly home. Price for the 9 days was about $74. I just don't like relying on Van service to be on time, or especially on the way home having to make stops all over the place dropping others off when I'm already agitated that my vacation is over. It's definitely well worth the cost.
Once at the airport, good 'ole Philly International, we arrive at our terminal for AIRTRAN. Since we already have our boarding passes we do the curbside check-in for our luggage, and then it's upstairs to security. Hardly any line at all, so we were checked, scanned, and through within moments. Then it's a brief walk to the end of the terminal where our gate is, and of course the slowest McDonalds in the World. Oh yes people, this McDonalds is probably the worst one I've ever had the displeasure of eating at. Since we skipped breakfast at home, this is where we've chosen to grab our morning snack. I felt like at any moment a Blackhawk helicopter with a squad of Army Rangers was gonna rope-in to the establishment and find the Warlord running this joint hiding in the kitchen. Terrible place. Visiting Afghanistan this time of year would've been more pleasant. can ya tell I didn't like this Mickey D's? Yeah, not on my list of things to do ever again in the foreseeable future! So what did we get for breakfast besides slow service by smelly employees with funky BO? I honestly can't remember now. Service was so bad that my brain has tried to delete that whole section of memory. What does remain is that shortly after eating my breakfast my stomach suddenly decided to ride Space Mountain long before the rest of my body ever got there. I was stuck in the restroom for awhile contemplating my poor breakfast decision. Thank you fast food!
This is the part where I discuss the flight. I'll make it as brief as possible. Ready? Boarding, on time. Taxi onto runway, on time. Traffic? Really? 20 minute delay until take-off. Flight is pretty normal. We land in Atlanta on time and grab some lunch at a place touting "Philly Cheese Steaks". They were NOT Philly cheese steaks, but rather awful replicas. Yuck. While ordering some guy tries to pick-up my gf. She starts texting me while I'm still in line so I can watch and laugh. The guy is using cheesy oneliners on her, so I tell her I'll act like I don't know her when I sit down just to make this clown feel stupid. "Hi, is anyone sitting here" I say. "You come here often? Where ya going?" This routine plays out flawlessly until he gets up and leaves, obviously a little disgusted that I had just swooped in and taken his prize. lol Just having fun people. We're in Atlanta. Might as well make a memory of it!
Back onto the next plane and on to Disney. Quick one hour flight. Once out of the gate and off to the Magic Express, I make the first wrong turn ever in Orlando. I end-up on the A side, instead of the B side. Too much chatting and not enough paying attention, and since I'm the Point Man, it's my responsibility to guide us to our destination. Good thing I wasn't back in Iraq with my squad. OK, I take the heat for my foul-up, but we make it to the Magic Express. Holy smokes that's a huge line. Not what we're used to, but know that buses come pretty quick, so we only have to wait 25 minutes or so until we're on the bus and on our way to Disney's Pop Century Resort. I noticed that the video the bus played was different than in years past. It wasn't the Cruise video we saw the last few years.
Arrival at Pop Century: Day One

Check-in was a cinch. Everything was already prepared for us due to the fact that I did the online check-in this year prior to coming, and our request to be in a building close to the Main building with adjoining rooms was easily granted. We were given building 4 with the huge Playdough container in front right next to the Hippy Dippy pool, 3rd floor, rooms 4326 and 4327. Grandparents in 26, we "kids" in 27. First impressions of the room was great. Clean all around, and happy to see that they added a small fridge and a LG flatscreen TV this year.
Here I am shortly after we arrived checking my phone, and completely unaware that BB is snapping shots.

Now that we're unpacked, we grab a quick bite at the food court, and seeing as though it's kinda late, instead of rushing over to a park we decide to go swimming. Lets test out the waterproof camera shall we? Since I can't upload videos, I'll give ya a scary shot of me under water in the Hippy Dippy pool! haha

August 26th, Day Two: Breakfast at Cinderella's castle!
Breakfast was around 10AM, so we got up around 8 to start getting ready. Unfortunately we ran a little late, and in order to be on time, decided to take a cab to the Contemporary Hotel, and walk the 5 minutes over to the Magic Kingdom, rather than wait for the bus and be late. Sometimes it happens. Oh well.
We made reservations for Cinderella's Castle this year since by BB, and Freddy had never been inside. This was their first time eating inside the castle. We arrived just in the nick-of-time, checked-in, and got called soon after our group picture with the Princess. Right upstairs, and off to the far left we were seated. I was hungry too, and ready to chow down on some steak and eggs. It's amazing here! But first, picture time! Out came the princesses, so we took some pictures.

After breakfast we grabbed a Fast Pass for the Peter Pan ride, as it's always one of the busiest in the park. Then proceeded over to go on the Pirates of the Carribean ride, and then the Haunted Mansion ride in that order. They're my absolute favorite rides of all time. Here are three random pictures taken inside each of the rides.



Since I've been writing and editing pictures for about 3 hours now, I'll conclude this as my first entry for my Trip Report and continue it tomorrow evening. Return then for more of how my trip went, and see the pictures that compliment the storyline.
"Docs alive! HE'S ALIVE IN 1885!...."
To Be Continued....
To Be Continued....