schoen
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Well, I have read several of your trip reports, and I enjoy them a lot! It inspired me to write my own... I hope you find it at least somewhat entertaining! I am new here (as you can tell from my meager number of posts) but I will try to keep the faux pas to a minimum!
The cast is...
Me: 25, newly married and not overly thrilled to be going to WDW on my honeymoon
Matt: 26, could not be more excited about the honeymoon in WDW
I should begin the story with the month long fight over where we would spend our honeymoon. My fiancé Matt and I had never traveled together alone. We had been to WDW several times with his entire family (all nine of us, and we NEVER split up) and we had been on a few short trips with my family to such exciting places as Chicago, and D.C. But when it comes down to it, the two of us have never traveled alone together, so I was looking to go someplace really big for our honeymoon. I am talking a private island with our own 45,000 square foot complex. Actually, I wanted to go to Hawaii, and he agreed. Then I open my mouth
It should be said that Matt and I live in Michigan. Ahhh Michigan. It is April as I write this, yesterday it was eighty, and today there is snow. The weather here sucks. Winters are long and cold, usually with a fair amount of snow. Summers are hot and humid, and usually pretty dry. I am one of those weird Michigan people who dread the summer. I hate the heat. I do not want to be even a little bit hot, I have no tolerance for it, but I also feel like the winter can get long. My favorite season is actually fall. 50 degree weather that is conducive to a sweater and jeans is the best! But, like I said earlier, the Michigan winters can get long. I feel like part of the reason that I want to go to Hawaii is to enjoy the weather. Our wedding is in July. July in Michigan is exceptionally hot (as a rule, but because it is in fact Michigan there is ALWAYS a risk of snow). I just dont think I would enjoy the weather in Hawaii in July as much as I would enjoy it in say February. So
I suggest to him that instead of going to Hawaii for two weeks in the dead of summer we should instead take a weekend trip just to get away and relax, and then we could jet off to Hawaii in the winter when we would appreciate the 80 degrees and sunny. Matt LOVED the idea. Perfect . My mind is flooded with thoughts of a quaint bed and breakfast in Saugatuck with a window overlooking Lake Michigan; or perhaps a resort in Traverse City, even a trip to Chicago for some awesome food and good theatre Matt is NOT on the same page. He instantly says that we will fly down to WDW for four days.
This is not what I had in mind. We had been there twice with one another. When he was a kid he went at least once a year (his parents have a ton of DVC points). I had been there twice with various high school groups. For our honeymoon I wanted to travel someplace different. Hawaii wasnt even really my first choice, it was my first choice that I thought he would agree to. I really wanted to go to Russia (I am a Russian major and have lived there and wanted to share it with him) or maybe Italy or Greece, but he refuses to leave the 50 states until he has seen more of it. Bleh. I resist but he is so persistent. I point out that WDW, plane tickets, hotel, park tickets, etc are SO expensive, and that would deplete our vacation fund and make it harder to get to Hawaii! He disagrees, you can do Disney on a budget. So much for my indulgent three days at a bed and breakfast. We are gonna stay at a value resort, and enjoy Mickey Mouse. Very romantic.
Our honeymoon plans ebbed and flowed. With the very generous gift his parents gave us (300 DVC points) We had enough points to go for an entire week, longer if we wanted. That would basically eat up our entire vacation fund. I would have to put Hawaii on the back burner and get ready to honeymoon with the mouse. I was not pleased, but determined to make the best of a potentially bad situation, I started planning.
I know it sounds like I am seriously hating on WDW. It should be said that I have always enjoyed WDW. I have never had a bad time there, but I have been there several times, with LARGE groups of people. For instance, I dont pee often, and I get sick of waiting for people who have to go once an hour. I hate arguing with people about what ride to go on next, or what we should do the next day. I had never been with a small group This is part of the reason I was less than excited to be going.
We ended up booking a one bedroom villa at the Beach Club Villas. I had stayed in Old Key West several times, and wanted a change. We debated getting a studio and going twice with the points, but I decided that since it was our honeymoon we should enjoy the suite. Matt agreed, bless him. Plus, and this is probably the actual deciding factor I love baths. I like to take them, and rarely have a chance. I am incredibly excited about the bathtub in our room. We are set. We are leaving early (8:00am) the Monday after our Saturday wedding. We are resigned to the fact that seven days there vs. juts three or four is going to eat up our entire vacation fund, and we put as next on our list of places to visit before we have children.
The Wedding was amazing, but it made me tired. The day after was another large family gathering to watch us open gifts. I was exhausted. It is the only time in my life that I will have dozens and dozens of gifts in front of me, and I didnt even enjoy opening them! It took forever, and all I wanted to do was get home so I could get some sleep before we went on the vacation that I wasnt thrilled to be going on. We had a handful of chores to do that night. We had to print the tickets and mow the lawn. I had a beautiful petunia garden that I wanted to dead head before I left for eight days and it was already late.
We finally get home (for the first time married-it is not his house anymore, but our home) and it is close to being dark. We fight over the need to mow the lawn (he just doesnt understand that it needs to be done-our poor neighbors!) It is sweltering in the house because he turned off the AC because he had been gone for so many days. All I want to do is watch TV. We get everything done, and are trying to figure out if we where to sleep. It is hot in the bedroom upstairs, so we considered sleeping in the guestroom downstairs. Then the phone rings. I say to ignore it; it must be one of our parents, or something like that. Thank god he answers. It is the airline. We were set to fly out of Lansing, which is about three minutes from our home (okay it is like 10) but close nonetheless. Our leg out of Lansing to Detroit has been canceled. There is not another flight available until 6:00pm. We have a fireworks cruise planned, and a Tiffany Towncar scheduled . And what are we going to do in Lansing all day? No, this just will not do. We decide to drive to Detroit and catch our leg there. One problem . Parking there for a week is expensive, and we dont want to! I get on the phone and call my parents.
I should take this time to say that the weeks prior had been stressful with our first family wedding. My mom literally made herself ill, and nothing was going right. My family had made it through the wedding, and they did more for us than anyone can imagine. The gift opening party should have been postponed; they were exhausted, as was I. It was an emotional rollercoaster; it was hard for them and it was hard for me. I will be eternally grateful for their financial and emotional help during my wedding.
Okay So I do not want to call my dad and ask him to wake up at 5:30 so he can drive us to the airport so that we can get there two hours early for our 9:30 leg of the flight. I dont even know what he has planned. I am assuming he has taken the day off work (I think he took the week off) Even though my dad is the early riser of all early risers-I am assuming he does not want to set an alarm for the next morning. I am also 100% certain that he will be asleep when he receives this wonderful phone call. It makes more sense to ask him though. They live in Ann Arbor; it is only 40 minutes away from the airport. It only takes us an hour to get to their house; their house is also on the way home from the airport. My dad answers the phone with a groggy but humored voice as if to say what else can I do for you?
I tell him that I am so sorry, but could he drive us to the airport in nine hours? Of course he says yes after some joking about falsely believing that once I had a husband I would not need him to bail me out. But we have a ride.
I am still unhappy. I am as tired as I ever remember being. I was exhausted from the whirlwind of the last week. I like my 9 hours a night of sleep, and I had not gotten that in a while. It was now almost 12:00 am and in order to get to Ann Arbor by 6:00 we would have to wake up at 4:30 to shower and get there. I am not happy about this. I am in tears at the thought of it actually. I didnt know it at the time, but I needed the vacation I was going on, despite dreading it. I needed it.
We went to sleep, and I was still too crabby to enjoy my first night in my new house with my new husband. The bed was small and we both woke up often. It was not the good night that I had hoped for when I planned to get to sleep at 10:00 and wake at 6:30. Matt was being pretty wonderful. He let me sleep in the car, and encouraged me to be quiet and get some rest. He enticed me with the info that there is a full service Coney Island in the new terminal at the airport, and so we can have a yummy breakfast if we get there in time. Despite being upset about the flight I am glad I get to see my parents once again before the trip. My mom was up when we got there, but just barley, and dad was pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was ready to go and actually looks pretty relaxed. After I grabbed some last minute medicine and whatnot from my mom we were on our way.
The trip to the airport was actually nice. My dad was in good spirits, and I was fixated on getting through security quickly so we could eat a yummy breakfast. We arrive and checked our bags and made it through security pretty quickly. The terminal at Detroit is very busy usually, but our early morning flight must have meant that there was going to be less traffic in the building. It went quickly and smoothly. We looked around for a long time, and finally located the Coney Island. We sat down to breakfast and began to plan our week. We hadnt made any ADR since it was just the two of us, and I was reluctant to have too many hard and fast plans. We did schedule two fireworks cruises, a pontoon for Wishes and a Breathless Fireworks cruise for Epcot. We had tickets to Cirque du Soleil on Thursday and dinner at Victoria and Alberts for Friday. We decided that since this would be our only Honeymoon, and we werent going to try to go to Hawaii anytime soon, we would do it up big! We threw around ideas and I took notes on a napkin that never even made it out of the restaurant. I was finally starting to get excited about our trip.
I did have one piece of business that I wanted to tend to before we left. I had no bubble bath for that big tub! I really wanted to take at least two bubble baths a day, and I needed some product to do this. I looked frantically at the shops near our gate and found nothing. Oh well. While I was on the quest of a lifetime for bubble bath, Matt was trying to get our seating assignment. We had not gotten it yet since we missed the first leg of our trip. Matt came back and said we did not have a seat yet. Yikes! They came over the loud speaker and were offering vouchers and lunch for people willing to fly out later that afternoon. I was tempted, but we had a car waiting and a non-refundable Wishes cruise scheduled for that night, and I was starting to feel tired again I wanted to get on that plane! I called my parents, who were out to breakfast with my brother, and complained to them. They felt bad, but were enjoying their breakfast. They were going golfing later in the afternoon. They didnt understand my frustration. After what seemed like hours (it was really only like 40 minutes) they finally confirmed that we had seats. They were nowhere near one another, but we would be on the plane. I was not thrilled to be flying without my husband on our honeymoon, but I was too tired to try to get people to switch with me.
The plane ride was painless enough. I like to sit by the window, and I did. I like to hold Matts hand, because flying is scary for me, but I couldnt. I actually closed my little eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up there was only a few minutes of the flight left. I hadnt missed Matt, and my ears werent even all that popped! It seemed like there was some force trying to keep us off that plane, but we made it to Orlando! Finally!
Up next... our first day, Wishes cruise and Beaches and Cream..
The cast is...
Me: 25, newly married and not overly thrilled to be going to WDW on my honeymoon
Matt: 26, could not be more excited about the honeymoon in WDW
I should begin the story with the month long fight over where we would spend our honeymoon. My fiancé Matt and I had never traveled together alone. We had been to WDW several times with his entire family (all nine of us, and we NEVER split up) and we had been on a few short trips with my family to such exciting places as Chicago, and D.C. But when it comes down to it, the two of us have never traveled alone together, so I was looking to go someplace really big for our honeymoon. I am talking a private island with our own 45,000 square foot complex. Actually, I wanted to go to Hawaii, and he agreed. Then I open my mouth
It should be said that Matt and I live in Michigan. Ahhh Michigan. It is April as I write this, yesterday it was eighty, and today there is snow. The weather here sucks. Winters are long and cold, usually with a fair amount of snow. Summers are hot and humid, and usually pretty dry. I am one of those weird Michigan people who dread the summer. I hate the heat. I do not want to be even a little bit hot, I have no tolerance for it, but I also feel like the winter can get long. My favorite season is actually fall. 50 degree weather that is conducive to a sweater and jeans is the best! But, like I said earlier, the Michigan winters can get long. I feel like part of the reason that I want to go to Hawaii is to enjoy the weather. Our wedding is in July. July in Michigan is exceptionally hot (as a rule, but because it is in fact Michigan there is ALWAYS a risk of snow). I just dont think I would enjoy the weather in Hawaii in July as much as I would enjoy it in say February. So
I suggest to him that instead of going to Hawaii for two weeks in the dead of summer we should instead take a weekend trip just to get away and relax, and then we could jet off to Hawaii in the winter when we would appreciate the 80 degrees and sunny. Matt LOVED the idea. Perfect . My mind is flooded with thoughts of a quaint bed and breakfast in Saugatuck with a window overlooking Lake Michigan; or perhaps a resort in Traverse City, even a trip to Chicago for some awesome food and good theatre Matt is NOT on the same page. He instantly says that we will fly down to WDW for four days.
This is not what I had in mind. We had been there twice with one another. When he was a kid he went at least once a year (his parents have a ton of DVC points). I had been there twice with various high school groups. For our honeymoon I wanted to travel someplace different. Hawaii wasnt even really my first choice, it was my first choice that I thought he would agree to. I really wanted to go to Russia (I am a Russian major and have lived there and wanted to share it with him) or maybe Italy or Greece, but he refuses to leave the 50 states until he has seen more of it. Bleh. I resist but he is so persistent. I point out that WDW, plane tickets, hotel, park tickets, etc are SO expensive, and that would deplete our vacation fund and make it harder to get to Hawaii! He disagrees, you can do Disney on a budget. So much for my indulgent three days at a bed and breakfast. We are gonna stay at a value resort, and enjoy Mickey Mouse. Very romantic.
Our honeymoon plans ebbed and flowed. With the very generous gift his parents gave us (300 DVC points) We had enough points to go for an entire week, longer if we wanted. That would basically eat up our entire vacation fund. I would have to put Hawaii on the back burner and get ready to honeymoon with the mouse. I was not pleased, but determined to make the best of a potentially bad situation, I started planning.
I know it sounds like I am seriously hating on WDW. It should be said that I have always enjoyed WDW. I have never had a bad time there, but I have been there several times, with LARGE groups of people. For instance, I dont pee often, and I get sick of waiting for people who have to go once an hour. I hate arguing with people about what ride to go on next, or what we should do the next day. I had never been with a small group This is part of the reason I was less than excited to be going.
We ended up booking a one bedroom villa at the Beach Club Villas. I had stayed in Old Key West several times, and wanted a change. We debated getting a studio and going twice with the points, but I decided that since it was our honeymoon we should enjoy the suite. Matt agreed, bless him. Plus, and this is probably the actual deciding factor I love baths. I like to take them, and rarely have a chance. I am incredibly excited about the bathtub in our room. We are set. We are leaving early (8:00am) the Monday after our Saturday wedding. We are resigned to the fact that seven days there vs. juts three or four is going to eat up our entire vacation fund, and we put as next on our list of places to visit before we have children.
The Wedding was amazing, but it made me tired. The day after was another large family gathering to watch us open gifts. I was exhausted. It is the only time in my life that I will have dozens and dozens of gifts in front of me, and I didnt even enjoy opening them! It took forever, and all I wanted to do was get home so I could get some sleep before we went on the vacation that I wasnt thrilled to be going on. We had a handful of chores to do that night. We had to print the tickets and mow the lawn. I had a beautiful petunia garden that I wanted to dead head before I left for eight days and it was already late.
We finally get home (for the first time married-it is not his house anymore, but our home) and it is close to being dark. We fight over the need to mow the lawn (he just doesnt understand that it needs to be done-our poor neighbors!) It is sweltering in the house because he turned off the AC because he had been gone for so many days. All I want to do is watch TV. We get everything done, and are trying to figure out if we where to sleep. It is hot in the bedroom upstairs, so we considered sleeping in the guestroom downstairs. Then the phone rings. I say to ignore it; it must be one of our parents, or something like that. Thank god he answers. It is the airline. We were set to fly out of Lansing, which is about three minutes from our home (okay it is like 10) but close nonetheless. Our leg out of Lansing to Detroit has been canceled. There is not another flight available until 6:00pm. We have a fireworks cruise planned, and a Tiffany Towncar scheduled . And what are we going to do in Lansing all day? No, this just will not do. We decide to drive to Detroit and catch our leg there. One problem . Parking there for a week is expensive, and we dont want to! I get on the phone and call my parents.
I should take this time to say that the weeks prior had been stressful with our first family wedding. My mom literally made herself ill, and nothing was going right. My family had made it through the wedding, and they did more for us than anyone can imagine. The gift opening party should have been postponed; they were exhausted, as was I. It was an emotional rollercoaster; it was hard for them and it was hard for me. I will be eternally grateful for their financial and emotional help during my wedding.
Okay So I do not want to call my dad and ask him to wake up at 5:30 so he can drive us to the airport so that we can get there two hours early for our 9:30 leg of the flight. I dont even know what he has planned. I am assuming he has taken the day off work (I think he took the week off) Even though my dad is the early riser of all early risers-I am assuming he does not want to set an alarm for the next morning. I am also 100% certain that he will be asleep when he receives this wonderful phone call. It makes more sense to ask him though. They live in Ann Arbor; it is only 40 minutes away from the airport. It only takes us an hour to get to their house; their house is also on the way home from the airport. My dad answers the phone with a groggy but humored voice as if to say what else can I do for you?
I tell him that I am so sorry, but could he drive us to the airport in nine hours? Of course he says yes after some joking about falsely believing that once I had a husband I would not need him to bail me out. But we have a ride.
I am still unhappy. I am as tired as I ever remember being. I was exhausted from the whirlwind of the last week. I like my 9 hours a night of sleep, and I had not gotten that in a while. It was now almost 12:00 am and in order to get to Ann Arbor by 6:00 we would have to wake up at 4:30 to shower and get there. I am not happy about this. I am in tears at the thought of it actually. I didnt know it at the time, but I needed the vacation I was going on, despite dreading it. I needed it.
We went to sleep, and I was still too crabby to enjoy my first night in my new house with my new husband. The bed was small and we both woke up often. It was not the good night that I had hoped for when I planned to get to sleep at 10:00 and wake at 6:30. Matt was being pretty wonderful. He let me sleep in the car, and encouraged me to be quiet and get some rest. He enticed me with the info that there is a full service Coney Island in the new terminal at the airport, and so we can have a yummy breakfast if we get there in time. Despite being upset about the flight I am glad I get to see my parents once again before the trip. My mom was up when we got there, but just barley, and dad was pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was ready to go and actually looks pretty relaxed. After I grabbed some last minute medicine and whatnot from my mom we were on our way.
The trip to the airport was actually nice. My dad was in good spirits, and I was fixated on getting through security quickly so we could eat a yummy breakfast. We arrive and checked our bags and made it through security pretty quickly. The terminal at Detroit is very busy usually, but our early morning flight must have meant that there was going to be less traffic in the building. It went quickly and smoothly. We looked around for a long time, and finally located the Coney Island. We sat down to breakfast and began to plan our week. We hadnt made any ADR since it was just the two of us, and I was reluctant to have too many hard and fast plans. We did schedule two fireworks cruises, a pontoon for Wishes and a Breathless Fireworks cruise for Epcot. We had tickets to Cirque du Soleil on Thursday and dinner at Victoria and Alberts for Friday. We decided that since this would be our only Honeymoon, and we werent going to try to go to Hawaii anytime soon, we would do it up big! We threw around ideas and I took notes on a napkin that never even made it out of the restaurant. I was finally starting to get excited about our trip.
I did have one piece of business that I wanted to tend to before we left. I had no bubble bath for that big tub! I really wanted to take at least two bubble baths a day, and I needed some product to do this. I looked frantically at the shops near our gate and found nothing. Oh well. While I was on the quest of a lifetime for bubble bath, Matt was trying to get our seating assignment. We had not gotten it yet since we missed the first leg of our trip. Matt came back and said we did not have a seat yet. Yikes! They came over the loud speaker and were offering vouchers and lunch for people willing to fly out later that afternoon. I was tempted, but we had a car waiting and a non-refundable Wishes cruise scheduled for that night, and I was starting to feel tired again I wanted to get on that plane! I called my parents, who were out to breakfast with my brother, and complained to them. They felt bad, but were enjoying their breakfast. They were going golfing later in the afternoon. They didnt understand my frustration. After what seemed like hours (it was really only like 40 minutes) they finally confirmed that we had seats. They were nowhere near one another, but we would be on the plane. I was not thrilled to be flying without my husband on our honeymoon, but I was too tired to try to get people to switch with me.
The plane ride was painless enough. I like to sit by the window, and I did. I like to hold Matts hand, because flying is scary for me, but I couldnt. I actually closed my little eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up there was only a few minutes of the flight left. I hadnt missed Matt, and my ears werent even all that popped! It seemed like there was some force trying to keep us off that plane, but we made it to Orlando! Finally!

Up next... our first day, Wishes cruise and Beaches and Cream..
