This group of friends is so great because they truly want me to plan it all. Don’t get me wrong. I ask for their input. I WANT their requests. I sit up late at night (until Shrek gently pulls me from the computer) fretting over under-scheduling, over-scheduling, best days, ADRs, pool breaks, balancing the parks, and keeping everyone happy.
I want EVERYONE to have a good time! The Gatelatches say they are up for anything and they will love it. They mean it! I do my best to think of what we will enjoy and will work best. TourGuideMiKE helps me. The Coattails are easy, too. The Cousins say the same thing.
I did, though, have two requests. They were small, but since they were present I was going to make sure they happened. One was a hangover from last year, and it came from my husband and Cledus.
They both need a nap every day. Please.
Fixer, when do we get to have a nap?
Is there a rest time in the schedule today?
Do you want me to take E back for a break?
How long is pool and hotel time before dinner?
Honey, would you put the Privacy sign on the door so the turndown service doesn’t come in while you are gone to the pool/laundry/park/store?
Fixer, that nap helped me so much. Thank you.
The second request actually appeared about Day Three of last year’s trip as well. It also came from the humble, gracious Cledus. He golfs with a buddy who had eaten at The Flying Fish, and heard it was good enough that he wanted to try it himself.
There was no way to work it into last year’s schedule.
I have felt terrible about that for one year.
So, when Shrek approached Cledus about a return trip, he promised Flying Fish straight up. I delivered the first night, about two hours after our plane touched down in Orlando.
We had a few minutes to get settled and checked into our rooms before dinner. There was still a flurry of excitement over the upgrade! The Gatelatch boys, Beat (10) and Big Jule (13-now named since his recent turn in Guys and Dolls in the school play!) thanked me over and over and over for something I didn’t do. They have the best manners and such gracious attitudes but I told them I was just happy we were all in Disney World together and to go to the lounge to get a Coke!
Our room held some surprises from resort management and the Dream Team (I guess). We had balloons, a picture and personalized signed card from Mickey and Minnie, a poster on the wall welcoming our family by name, a fruit bowl, a note from the resort manager, and Magical Gathering buttons. It was really lovely! This was all that was eaten from the fruit bowl. Thanks E:
So, we met the Coattails for a happy reunion in the lobby. They had spent the day at MGM, had a swim, a drink in the Concierge Lounge, and were ready to walk the Boardwalk with us!
Flying Fish was a delicious meal, but I have to report it was a loooooooooooooooooooooong evening. We were seated on time at 8:30 and returned to our resort at 11:15. The husbands, who waited to settle the bill, returned at 11:58 PM. The service was pretty slow but we had fun because we were glad to be on vacation together! Big Jule and my A began their vacation with a gastronomical experience of last year: the stinky cheese plate. For picky eaters to dive into a plate of moldy penicillin---wait—penicillin—PENICILLIN??? Big Jule: you are allergic to penicillin. Stop eating that stinky cheese!
Slow Waiter jumped into high gear and spoke to the chef when he heard the A=Allergy word. “Please do not eat that cheese.” Thank you; he won’t. He didn’t. He was fine. Apparently the penicillin mold on stinky cheese is not enough to trigger a reaction.
We set the call for Mickey and Stitch to roust us before 7:00 for as Vettechick once said: we had a rat to see (love that line!). Our plans always include leaving the resort by 8:15 to be at park entrance by 8:40.
First up? MK, of course!
The phone rang, Shrek rolled over, answered, and with one firm left foot-push sent me to the shower. We love each other and that bed was very cozy but we had to get moving! I always set the boys clothes(yes, even at age 12) at the foot of the bed, sometimes with a surprise for the day. This day three of us, including Shrek, got new Disney (Store) T shirts and E got the much-desired Disney
Crocs so we were all ripping the tags off clothes as we watched Stacey. For some reason, E likes her Spanish-speaking sidekick channel better. He is so weird.
After cottage cheese (it takes so little….) and latte for me and doughnuts and Fruit Loops for everyone else (3 and 4 respectively for E; I am not kidding) we met in the lobby, shook hands with the legendary Art the Greeter, and trooped out to the bus stop, where the boys played Let’s-Try-To-Hurdle-These-Waist-High-Posts-And-Possibly-Neuter-Ourselves for the first of many mornings as we mothers cringed and their fathers obliviously sipped coffee.
The bus quickly arrived as it did each time we needed transportation and our park journey began! I should mention that our park travel plan was dubbed The Wedge. It's a bit of a misnomer because yes, the front was a wedge, with Shrek almost always parting the crowd with the help of the seventh grade boys. Cledus always played Sweeper. He usually had E and G in the backfield, sometimes with a couple of moms playing wide positions (shopping) left and right, but with his height and keen eye, he kept up with us all and never lost sight of Shrek. It was a great system.
Emaline, ever exuberant, ready to greet the Magic Kingdom:
The CookMaster and I, dubbed chicken runners by our sons last year, volunteered to be FastPass runners for Space Mountain while everyone else, under strict orders to ride only once, headed to BTMRR:
Of course, the FP machines for Space were ‘down’ but the only CM working there helped us first and we were soon on our way (potty break!) to our appointed meet spot: Peter Pan’s Fight.
Hmmm. It’s taking them a while. Then we saw E, running towards us. Mommy!!! We rode Big Thunder twice!!!!!
The crowd cowers and backs away. Heads hide behind backpacks. I think Cledus ducked into a building. Emaline was ready. “I told them we shouldn’t!”
They all turned on E, who had outed them and turned on them. Even G knew he was supposed to cover their secret.
E is a liar and a thief, but he loves to bust open a secret.
I was too happy and determined to make it a great day to show my angry eyes but sensed we would pay later when the lines would be growing elsewhere. Oh well. I hoped they liked it!
We flew over Neverland, rode in some Honeypots and did a pre-scouting mission for E’s big purchase in the Thotful Shop. It involved $100 and a yellow bear. I’ll tell you more about that later.
We had some 52” race car drivers and a slow-loading raceway ahead. We saw this several times. I love it! Disney just makes you want to skip, smile and hold hands with your friends:
G and E were thrilled they could drive. Of course, being tall for their age, they couldn’t appreciate how lucky they were to be able to see over the windshield of their cars.
Cledus and The Aussie sat out to film while we (I) sent The CookMaster on a terrible, hideous venture for an errant FastPass.
I am so ashamed. I hate to type this. I am an unworthy tour guide. She asked what we should FastPass next and offered to get FPs while we drove. I suggested Pirates. Yes, I did it.
PIRATES. I forgot there was no FP for Pirates.
May I say there should be? Does that count? I feel terrible that I sent my friend across the park for a non-existent…nothing.
At least we had some golden tickets for some rockets in our pockets.
After the Raceway, as Emaline and I grasped our necks and wondered if we might sue our children for whiplash, the Dream Team greeted us with way-cool Mickey Ears!
Up next: Space Mountain, a monumental BUZZ bet, and this year’s new tally.