Maleficent13
<font color=blue>Heh Heh, you're all gonna die<br>
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I'll do this all on one thread so it won't get lost!
Pre-trip:
The Players:
Mal: me
LocaBelle: my best bud
Day 0:
This was a spur of the moment trip I planned about a month ago after getting a postcard with some great rates in the mail. It's been killer at work and I need some space to get my thoughts in order. What better place than WDW? So I corraled my bud and we set off on Wednesday, 10/6/04 after work. Our flight was direct, due to land in Orlando at 8:49pm.
It was actually about half an hour early. After grabbing our luggage, we headed down to the Budget rental counter, where I had reserved a compact car. This did not look promising. The line was astronomically long, and there was a whole mass of people sitting beside the line looking disgruntled. I took my spot, clutching my reminder confirmation email I had received from Budget just the day before, and began to wait.
Soon the rumor began circulating down the line that there were no cars to be had. The disgruntled looking people sitting to the left of the line were those who had already made it to the counter and were now waiting for these cars to show up. From where, I was uncertain. The lady in front of me, who quite frankly, seemed to me to be the picture perfect definition of a "battle-axe", was complaining at length about having a reservation. I made a joke about how "anyone can take a reservation; it's the holding of the reservation that's the important part". No one was amused but me. Apparently not a lot of Seinfeld fans in the Budget rental line.
We finally made it up to the counter and Luis proceeded to check us in. He was very friendly and said he was very sorry. I told him he looked stressed and he said his job had been horrible for the last couple weeks. I sympathized, we joked some more, and he told me to take my place among the disgruntled left. I did.
Perhaps because I was the one person NOT screaming at the counter people, Loca and I only had to wait about 10 minutes for a car. We trotted out, picked up our Hyundai (sp) Accent, and sped off to All Star Music.
All went very smoothly; found the hotel no problem. Check in was a breeze. Got back in the car and all heck broke loose. I could NOT find Jazz 9 building. I drove all over that darned lot for 15 minutes. Finally, Loca took over the navigations and we got to the room. It was on the third floor, overlooking the quiet pool. It was a great location and it was very quiet. I was happy. By this time it was 11:30 and we collapsed in exhausted heaps on our beds.
Pre-trip:
The Players:
Mal: me
LocaBelle: my best bud
Day 0:
This was a spur of the moment trip I planned about a month ago after getting a postcard with some great rates in the mail. It's been killer at work and I need some space to get my thoughts in order. What better place than WDW? So I corraled my bud and we set off on Wednesday, 10/6/04 after work. Our flight was direct, due to land in Orlando at 8:49pm.
It was actually about half an hour early. After grabbing our luggage, we headed down to the Budget rental counter, where I had reserved a compact car. This did not look promising. The line was astronomically long, and there was a whole mass of people sitting beside the line looking disgruntled. I took my spot, clutching my reminder confirmation email I had received from Budget just the day before, and began to wait.
Soon the rumor began circulating down the line that there were no cars to be had. The disgruntled looking people sitting to the left of the line were those who had already made it to the counter and were now waiting for these cars to show up. From where, I was uncertain. The lady in front of me, who quite frankly, seemed to me to be the picture perfect definition of a "battle-axe", was complaining at length about having a reservation. I made a joke about how "anyone can take a reservation; it's the holding of the reservation that's the important part". No one was amused but me. Apparently not a lot of Seinfeld fans in the Budget rental line.

We finally made it up to the counter and Luis proceeded to check us in. He was very friendly and said he was very sorry. I told him he looked stressed and he said his job had been horrible for the last couple weeks. I sympathized, we joked some more, and he told me to take my place among the disgruntled left. I did.
Perhaps because I was the one person NOT screaming at the counter people, Loca and I only had to wait about 10 minutes for a car. We trotted out, picked up our Hyundai (sp) Accent, and sped off to All Star Music.
All went very smoothly; found the hotel no problem. Check in was a breeze. Got back in the car and all heck broke loose. I could NOT find Jazz 9 building. I drove all over that darned lot for 15 minutes. Finally, Loca took over the navigations and we got to the room. It was on the third floor, overlooking the quiet pool. It was a great location and it was very quiet. I was happy. By this time it was 11:30 and we collapsed in exhausted heaps on our beds.