Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. No, I didn’t join the writer’s strike. I’ve been busy with the house and away on a short vacation to DC
to see this
and to see these guys
Yes, that’s right. We saw Van Halen in concert in DC. They’ve still got it!
Now, let's get back to this bad boy.
We walked into our one bedroom pad and looked around. It was so nice and there was a huge Mickey head made from towels on the ONE bed. We had a full outdoor patio, a nice big bathroom and a daybed. Before the boys could jump on the bed or pee on the toilet seat, we backed our tired selves on out and began the journey back to the front desk. The following conversation took place between me and the sweet front desk girl.
Me: We checked in this morning and we just got to our room after a long day at Epcot, and it only had one bed. There are four of us, and we are going to need two beds.
SFDG: Oh I am so sorry. Let’s see what we can do for you.
Me: We really liked the location of that room and we would like something in that area.
SFDG: Alright Mrs. Frick, we can put you on the third floor right by the laundry facilities.
Me: No, that isn’t going to work. I don’t want to hear washers and dryers all day and night.
SFDG: Oh I understand. There really isn’t anything else over in that area that is available.
Me: Well, then I certainly don’t mind if you give us an upgrade. (Then I leaned in and whispered, “I hear things”)
SFDG: Let me see what I can do.
SFDG left to chat with Ms Really Dressed Up and Important Looking Girl. SFDG watched MRDUAILG click away on her computer, then she came back over to talk with me.
SFDG: Mrs. Frick, we can give you a water view room.
Me: That is great. But I really wanted a full balcony. Can I please have a balcony with that water view?
SFDG: Yes, this room has a balcony.
Me: Sweet justice! Victory is mine! I just love it when y’all mess up! Boo-yah!
I did my horse run over to Mr. Frick and told him that I had just scored us a water view room, an $85/night upgrade, for free! He asked me if it was far away from the Epcot entrance and I said, “kinda, but it doesn’t matter because we have a water view!” With that, we started our journey to the room. We found the elevator and rode up to the fourth floor. We walked down this hallway
and this hallway
and yet another hallway.
Mr. Frick was whining all the way about the long walk.
“I think you picked the room that is the farthest away from Epcot.”
“This is an upgrade?”
“No boys, no piggy back rides. Daddy‘s too tired.”
“How much further?”
“Surely there is a shorter way to get to the room.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
We finally made it to our room and the boys fought over who would open the door. There were no high fives this time because the location had officially killed Mr. Frick’s buzz. After five attempts by Stitch to swipe the card and unlock the door, the door finally opened and we got to see our wonderful room WITH a view!
Yes, we could see a little bit of the roof below, but shoot, that was ok. The balcony was nice enough in the sense that two to three people could stand on it, but you couldn’t turn around. Much better than the balconies where only one person could stand on it. The room was thick with the smell of old, stale smoke. It pains me when people smoke in rooms when they aren’t supposed to. Their nose hairs and smellers must be fried and ruined, and they must not know that they leave behind a horrible stank for others. The smell was a downer, but we weren’t changing again. We propped the door open, turned on the ceiling fan and climbed onto the beds to relax and watch a little tv while we waited on our luggage.
Our plan for the night was to go to the Magic Kingdom. How can you not go to the MK on your first day?! We were going to catch Spectro, ride a few rides and just take it all in. BUT, the skies looked gloomy. Mr. Frick decided we should wait about going to the MK and walk over to the ESPN Zone to have a little dinner and see what the weather was going to do. That sounded like a good plan to me and we headed out.
It wasn’t looking good.
The ESPN Zone was more like a dead zone. The place was empty. We grabbed a seat in the loudest room ever and the skies opened up. You can see the downpour behind Mr. Frick, who was very happy to be here than on Main Street.
We enjoyed a Football talk show. Well, Mr. Frick enjoyed it. These guys were live and on the air, broadcasting to the ESPN XM channel. That was pretty cool.
They took questions from the audience and Mr. Frick raised his hand. He was loving this. College football is his passion. The man who was working the audience came over to us with the mike and Mr. Frick was in the spotlight. He said, “I went to Bama and my wife went to UGA. Which one of us is going to be happy in a few weeks?”
One guy picked Bama and the other picked UGA. That was a smart answer. If they had both said UGA, like they should’ve, it would have been a bad night.
We had a nice long and relaxing dinner while we waited for it to stop pouring. Mr. Frick took the boys to the arcade while I made a quick phone call to Jamal and NicoleMarie. I will not go into detail, but there was a little change in the dining plan rules that I didn’t know about. I should have spent more time on the Dis! After my minor freak out and a rules confirmation by my two all knowing buds, I joined the family in the arcade and let them know the rain had stopped.
Mr. Frick and I decided we would change my master game plan for the trip and go over to see Illuminations instead of trying to go to the MK. We needed to stay close to home because of the stinky weather. We hopped on the boat to Epcot and enjoyed our ride to the International Gateway. Lil Frick had his eyes on one thing. A slushie. Now he had just had a big ice-cream sundae with his dinner. There was no way Mr. Frick was going to let him get a slushie, and this began the downfall of Lil Frick’s night. Now, when we watch Illuminations, we have to have some funnel cake, thanks to LaLa. We headed to the good ‘ole USofA Funnel Cake stand with Lil Frick whining the whole way. “Why can I have funnel cake and NOT have a slushie? I don’t want funnel cake. Funnel cake is gross. I'm not eating it.”
Stitch said “We HAVE to eat funnel cake while we watch Illuminations. It is a tradition.” I’ve taught him well. We had only done it once before, but apparently he thought it was 'tradition worthy', and I agree.
We grabbed a funnel cake and headed out to find a spot. Lil Frick pouted the entire way. He whined, moaned and groaned. He was killing this good moment so much that I asked Mr. Frick to please buy him a slushie. Nope, he wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t want this to set the precedent for the trip. He was right, so we dealt with the whining.
Now Lil Frick loves funnel cake, but he wouldn’t eat a bite of it because he was so mad. Here he is pouting while Stitch hunkered down on a big piece of powdery sugary yumminess.
I was so sad. I wanted us to be one big happy family enjoying this moment together. But it was the opposite. Lil Frick was in a mood and it was putting us all in a funk. The show started and so did the rain. It was coming down in a light drizzle and by gollies, it was cold. We found a tree to take shelter under. After it was over, Lil Frick and I had a little talk. I explained to him why his dad had said no to the slushie, and he broke down and just cried and cried like little boys do when they are overly tired and angry. It broke my heart, and I carried him most of the way home. He needed a good cry to get over his anger.
We walked back to the Beach Club and made the long trek to our room, carrying a six year old the entire way. It had been a great day with a funky ending. We were going to attempt a FIRST for us the next day. Yes, The Fricks are going to try to make it to a park opening!
of a similar incident when my kids were little and still in strollers! 
Male drivers! 
Glad the boys survived! 
You are going to be one busy girl before Christmas. To bad you can't be in by Thanksgiving. 
