Part 20: Back at the Boardwalk and the run up to MNSSHP (still!)...
Tuesday, October 31st, 2006 contd...
So it was around 2.45 now I guess. The plan had been to leave for MNSSHP at 5ish. I knew (what with swimming and sleeping and washing) that wasn't going to happen so I aimed for us to get out as close to 6 as possible. We were well aware that the CMs leave people in as early as 4 but that didn't affect us one way or the other cause we had those tickets that let you come and go as you please so nothing to be gained by going a few hours early. I should say up front, our aim for MNSSHP was purely to enjoy the Halloween atmosphere and the extras they put on (parade and fireworks) and we weren't planning many rides. Anyway, 6 would be fine - I knew for sure I didn't want to get there when the crowds were lining up at 7. That would be such an amateur mistake, one only a fool would make. And it turns out the fool here was in line at 7 on the dot along with the thousands of 'amateurs' in front of her.

But that's all for later.
When we entered the room, I was surprised to see the message light flashing on the phone. The words "mother-in-law" immediately sprang to mind and I groaned inwardly. But the message wasn't from her. A few nights before we left for WDW I was on the Tour Guide Mike forums and someone there posted that they were cancelling their ressies for Alfredos and Restaurant Akershus. I just replied saying it was funny cause we had the exact same ressies for the same restaurants on the same days and wasn't that a co-incidence. So the poster, Mike (not of the Tour Guide variety!) posted back a very nice reply saying that he and his wife would be staying at CSR if we wanted to hook up some day. I told him where we'd be staying and as it turned out, they were also due to go to MNSSHP on 31st so he suggested we could meet at that. It was just those simple few messages as we were close to our departure day by then. So it turns out the message on the phone was from Mike saying that they'd be situated across from the Hall of Presidents for the Halloween Parade so he suggested we meet there. I called him back, we chatted a little bit, asked how his holiday was going, he asked about ours, and I confirmed our arrangement.
The boys were keen to have a swim and use the pool and who could blame them? We were now 48 hours into our Boardwalk stay and had barely glimpsed at the pool so far. They didn't feel like sleeping so they'd have time for swimming, a short break and then would need to get ready to leave for the party.
So after a quick sit-down and a snack for Alice on the balcony.....
...DH took the boys down to the pool but I stayed with Alice as I wanted to give her a bath and make sure she got some sleep. I decided I liked the look of the jacuzzi...
and, of course, my 'famine mentality' went into overdrive too - you know "the jacuzzi/pool/chocolate cake/free refill etc is right there and it would be a waste not to use it". Now, here in Ireland I know people who still remember having no electricity and, shocking though it may be to many readers, we didn't even have a shower growing up. My first time having a shower was in my early 20s. (Although I had been known to wash so it wasn't a hygiene thing, lol!). So naturally it's far from a jacuzzi I was reared! I simply had to try it.
Alice stood alongside me as we filled it up and I fiddled with the jets and she thought they were fabulous. So we hopped in to the jacuzzi together, occasionally using the jets as I didn't want to overdo it with her in the tub but we had a great time and she really enjoyed the whirring and buzzing. It was quite a struggle to get out of the tub though with a 2 year old in arms. But I managed to lift her over and then hauled myself out!
All dried off and cozy, we went for a lie down and she managed to sleep and so did I!! Bliss! The thing is, I might often find it hard to sleep but when I do finally succumb to it, I find it torturous trying to get up again. So, during my nap, I'd wake every now and then and become aware of the time and mutter "I'm on holidays" and "just one more minute" and go back to sleep again. At some point, the boys came back from the pool and I knew it was getting late so eventually, I shook off that horrid concrete-block-in-head exhaustion and light-headedness and got up. I think it was around 6ish at this time. It was now too late to get a counter service meal at the Boardwalk Bakery, as planned. But we weren't very hungry anyway and, also, nice and all as the cakes are at the Bakery, in terms of real food, there's actually crap-all choice there for non-meat eaters. So it wasn't much of a loss. [The Boardwalk desperately needs a good CS restaurant].
It was time to get the kids into their costumes and we would grab something quick to eat in Magic Kingdom.
So the costumes.... my plan for DH and I *had* originally been to wear t-shirts, homemade, with transfers ironed on of photos of the kids in their halloween costumes! I thought it was a great idea but, sadly, never got around to actually dressing the kids up in advance, taking their photos, buying the t-shirts or printing them.

So that's what we didn't wear! As it turned out we just decided to throw on any ol' crap that had made its way through the dryer in the villa.
But as for the boys and Alice - I was so excited about their costumes!! Let me backtrack here to the pre-trip planning stages
(hey, stop that whining down the back)... the kids spent a lot of time thinking about their costumes and came up with the following:
Garth decided to dress up as a hippie. He developed an interest in hippies a few months ago and, having asked a lot of questions about them, he was intrigued. So a hippie was his definite choice for the party. We bought a wig along with a medallion and hippie-style costume on Ebay and decided to just combine those with his oldest pair of jeans. That's him sorted!
Now onto Wayne..... well Wayne is a big music fan and can play guitar like a mad thing! He plays classical and will be sitting grade 3 soon but rock music is his first love. And, as I'm always telling him, I'm a super cool Mom so one day we'll be in a rock band together. JOKE FOLKS, JOKE! I'm not *that* cruel. Nothing less cool than a mom who says she's a cool mom.

Anyway, I know I'm biased (what mammy isn't?!!) but honestly, this child has tremendous talent. I mean, he can play anything. He listens to a song once - be it Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Chili Peppers -and he just plays it, getting the vast majority of it down PERFECTLY first time. He can also read music so I am constantly in awe of the fact that he can look at a sheet of music and, even if he's not familiar with the song, he can play it right off the bat, by reading off the sheet. That kinda blows my mind cause I can't read music and to me, it's a language all onto itself. Anyway I'm getting carried away showing off about him.
Back to his costume... well as he loves the old classic rock legends and is a big fan of the Alice Cooper Show which airs here on Saturday nights, he felt he (Alice Cooper) was the obvious choice. Not that Alice Cooper is his favourite performer, but it's the way he presents his radio show (he's a very witty guy) and the songs he picks and then, of course, obviously, the whole Alice Cooper look makes for a pretty interesting costume. So that was settled. We got the wig on Ebay and scoured town looking for black and white face paint which wasn't to be had so I eventually had to buy packets of face paint with the green, pink and blue never-to-be-used colours included. His Dad's old biker jacket from his non-bike-owning biker/rocker days was dragged out of the cupboard so then there was just the leather trousers left to get.....
Hmmm, let's see, how much would leather trousers set us back on Ebay? THAT much?? Oh my God, son, how about Alice Cooper in his pyjamas? Please? No? Okay, leather pants must be acquired. Eventually, I got lucky. I saw a pair of women's

ssst: don't tell him that) leather trousers up on Ebay going for a very affordable 8 euro or so - I bid on them and got them. I think I lucked out because it was from a German Ebayer and she was only selling within Europe and her ad was written in poor English so perhaps much of the potential leather-trouser-bidders didn't read through it enough to bother.
But on that subject of leather-trouser-bidders... when I started my quest for leather pants I never really thought about the whole world of leather pants wearers and bidders, other than people into rock music. But, of course, had I thought it through, I would have realised that there's a whole other world out there. Let's just say, the wording on some of the Ebay ads was very interesting indeed.

Turns out people buy leather trousers (including ones with essential, er, middle bits missing) for all sorts of fun bedroom encounters. Who knew?

Well, yes, I guess I did know, but when you're sitting at the computer with your impressionable 12 year old child, the fresh realisation kinda throws you a little bit! Anyway, um, not the ideal mom/son quality time necessary for his future mental health. It was rather tricky - "what do they mean by 'subservient' Mom?", "why are they saying "be his slave"? Why would anyone want to be a slave and why would you wear leather pants for it? Mom? Mo-om?" So he was quickly banned from helping me look at the ads ("go check again and make sure we have your autograph book with the Disney pile") so I could stock the bedroom in peace.... er, buy his pants in peace.
Amazing though how I actually managed to turn what should have been some wonderful, cozy Disney planning (what could be sweeter and more innocent than planning costumes for Disney World?) into a seedy, semi-perverse quest for trousers with middle bits missing.

But alas, as I said, I did finally get them and from a lovely woman who never once mentioned the words "slave" or "torture" or "easy access" in her Ebay ad.
Oh I should mention that I warned Wayne many times just how hot it was going to be in leather head to toe but, like a true warrior, he was sticking to his guns and refused to let bucketfuls of sweat rolling down his back stand in the way of looking like a Rock star.
So, onto our youngest... well who do you think Alice dressed up as? No prizes for guessing that! Mrs in Wonderland of course! So, yes, by pure co-incidence we now had two Alices for Halloween! I did search the web to see if there were any famous hippies around by the name of Alice but alas, Garth was still Garth (except that's not his real name so that last bit is a lie anyway!)
So, we tore things out of sections (j)iv and (m)iii of our suitcases

and hurried to get ready. Alice's dress had a major drawback - it tied at the back with velcro and the velcro kept coming undone. This turned into a major issue in MK later as it really started to annoy her and we were literally tying it up every few minutes. But anyway, at the start of the night she was thrilled and loved the dress. Wayne just needed some help with his make up and Garth did himself up grand!
That's me all done in for tonight and we're still back in the room at the Boardwalk.

But I'll have another chapter very soon and before I go, here are some photos of the MNSSHP preparations!
Look, she even squeezed a toy into the little pocket in the front! How cute is that?!
In the midst of the preparations
Doesn't he look the part?!!
I swear we didn't resort to 'funny' smokes!
maybe she should have gone as The Godfather?
Alice: This is gonna be fun!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for reading folks
(Apologies for typos and general errors, my brain is fuzzy - AGAIN!).....