Part 7 Hold the Express, Well just Take the Magic
Cast Refresher:
Me, 33 the meanest mother in the world. Ive lied to my children and manipulated them into traveling 3000 miles away from home. And I dont let them eat brownies for breakfast. Much.
DH,
Doug, 40 -- former tech geek, now an entrepreneur. Ok hes still a tech geek -- just this evening he figured out how to make his cell phone be a TV remote but now he doesnt get paid for it.
Conor, 5 Handsome little freckle-nosed boy genius. Mind like a trap. I know
Ive been in it. When he gets going on his favorite topic, cars, theres no escape.
Piper, 4 Little blond pixie with a zest for life. Earned the respect of a crowd of little boys at the playground who told her she couldnt do the monkey bars by herself. She did it. Shes not to be trifled with. They were impressed.
Sydney, 2 aka SydneyRalla, Squidney, or The Vault. Sweet doll baby, good at keeping secrets. Mostly because she speaks little, and when she does its in a language only mama can understand.
Karen, 31 aka The Enabler. My sister and best friend, the one who got me to pay for my vacation lodging up front for the next 49 years. Shes not on this trip, but it wouldnt be happening without her.
Having touched down in Orlando at last, and having made our way through the terminal to the fake monorail, we arrive at our destination. Sure, were not at Disney yet, but it sure feels like it when multiple people are standing around waving gigantic 4-fingered white gloves at you.
Remember how its May 6th? And Magical Express made its Magical debut on May 5th? Yep. I went to stand in the looong checkin line, chock full of folks like myself who hadnt received luggage tags and therefore needed to describe their luggage so that it could magically appear at their resort.
How many of you have black luggage? With wheels? Raise your hands.
Luckily for my crew, I had the DIS on my side. I had tied humongous green and red plaid (with gold trim!) Christmas ribbon bows onto the handles of our luggage. The kind with the wire edging. So they were really smart and spiffy looking bows, I must say. And I had packed bathing suits, toothbrushes, jammies and other essentials (like Pringles and Pepsi) in our carryon, in case the magical arrival was on the magically late side.
Check in went very quickly
despite the huge number of people in line, there were a lot of Cast Members on duty and they were very efficient. We hopped into our queue for Old Key West and were on our way by 11:30 AM. Not bad, considering we touched down less than an hour ago. Im not sure we couldve done better if wed rented a towncar then wed have to go to baggage claim, remember?
(Apparently, Ive been drinking the Kool-Aid, according to Doug. He is sitting here telling me that we waited FOREVER and once we got on the bus we sat there FOREVER before getting underway. And that everyone on the bus, including us, was complaining about it. I really have no recollection of that. Maybe it SEEMED like forever to him, since he was the one trying to keep 3 excited, sleep-deprived kids under control while I merely had to stand in a long line and tell the CMs about the ugly Christmas bows on my luggage. See, Im the meanest wife, too!)
For children who have been awake since 4 AM, and have subsisted on Fig Newtons and Cheese Nips for the morning, our wee ones are amazingly chipper. I wonder why this could be?
I almost had to ask the driver to pull over and let them out when we passed the Nickelodeon Suites. They actually wanted to go there. Now, we love our Dora and Blues Clues in this house, but give a big thumbs-down on the Rug Brats (Pipers term, not mine!) and most of the other Nick shows. No Nick, people. You can't just put SpongeBob and some green slime at a hotel and call it magic. Disney, baby! M-I-C
K-E-Y
. M-O-U-S-E
.. sing it with me!! Apparently the pre-trip brainwashing, er, preparation, did not take root as strongly as Id hoped.
No worries. Once we were on the sacred ground of the Mouse, and started seeing those Mickey-shaped road signs, SydneyRalla announced at each (and EVERY) one
eres Hickey Mouse! Oh, 'nother one Hickey Mouse! Oh, Minnie. You little vixen.
We roll on up to Old Key West in what seems like no time. (To me. Probably because of the Kool-Aid. Im sure to everyone else it seemed like FOREVER.)
About Old Key West, and why I chose it for our first ever trip as Vacation Club members. Even though we own at Saratoga Springs. The points are a much better value at OKW! The Enabler had never been here, thought it was too far from the action. She recommended Wilderness Lodge Villas. It was a little scary, I have to say, to buck her advice and step out on the OKW limb on my own. But I figured for our first trip, Id have nothing to compare it to. Plus, I learned from the DIS that OKW has very spacious rooms. And that they were rehabbing the pool, due to be completed before we arrived. A huge sandcastle waterslide
how cool is that!?!
Sold! Sign us up. Well try anything once. Except Nickelodeon Suites.
So the Magical Express wheeled its way up to the front entrance of the resort. There were a family or two sitting on benches out front, piles of luggage next to them, looking glum as could be. As we disembarked (disem-bussed?) I could swear I saw them flash evil glances in our general direction.
I didnt know it at the time, but it turns out they probably werent actual evil people, just innocent vacationers under the influence of Disney-freude. (See Zzubs Smell of Free Dining report if you dont know what that is.) Its a bad and scary affliction. How sad for them.
Yeah, we could really care less about that. We bounce off the bus, with the happy-go-lucky air of people just arriving at The Happiest Place on Earth.
That and the air of people hopped up on caffeine and Oreos. Thanks, Southwest!
I had read on the DIS, and heard from my Enabler, that the Cast Members at a DVC resort will say to you Welcome home. Course, I also read a lot of I didnt get ONE Welcome home. Youd think theyd roll out a red carpet, fall on their knees and worship me, considering the money I spent to become a member. I DEMAND a free annual pass and a personal audience with Cinderella to make up for this trauma.
Ok, that might be a slight exaggeration. I get that from my mom.
But seriously. As much as I adore the DIS, and have found it to be ever so fun and useful, the thing that dismays me is the unrealistic inflation of expectations that it sometimes causes. Just find yourself a thread about towel animals, or lack thereof, and youll get what I mean.
I love it when people share the magical experiences that theyve had. What is a drag is when other people come to expect that theyll have the exact same thing happen to them, and that their trip is ruined or they didnt get their moneys worth if it doesnt. Or when they try so hard to make the magic happen, that it takes the fun out of it.
For us, I figure the transportation alone has gotten our kids their moneys worth of fun. A plane, a fake monorail, AND a bus? Thats a lot of magical transportation for 3 wee ones from Cow Hampshire.
So when we make our way to check-in, and a relaxed, tanned Cast Member in a Hawaiian print shirt opens the door for us and says, Welcome home, I have to admit, I choked up a little. Thats right, me, the Queen of Mean.
Because it
felt like home.