After discovering the DIS, and very quickly becoming well-versed in discounts, I was like Scarlett O’Hara – I’ll never pay full price again!
We had gotten unbelievable rates for our 2008 trip (using a code available to the public), and it was the first time my parents stayed in the hotel. They usually stayed at Fort Wilderness, but the times they were a changin'.
First, my dad’s health has not been the best – he’s like a walking medical study. Diabetes, high blood pressure, back problems (back surgery caused us to re-schedule one trip already), open heart surgery, stroke. And a partridge in a pear tree. He’s also having mobility issues, and has quickly taken to using his
scooter.
There’ve been times, you know what I mean, heading to the bus stop after Wishes, after opening and closing the MK, when I’ve been tempted to trick/bribe/push him off of the scooter and take it for myself.
“How much further?”
“I’m tired.”
“Will you carry me?”
“Why do we have to walk so far?”
“This isn’t fair.”
And that’s just me. The kids were tired, too.
So Papa wasn’t especially pumped up about driving the ol’ motorhome

20 hours to Orlando (of course, DH and I make it in 18 hours), setting up camp, walking to the washrooms, etc.
Then Mom and Dad lost their beloved dog Sadie, who had always traveled with them. They were both quite heartbroken, but it did free them up a little bit when it came to travel, and they started staying in hotels instead of camping. They found they enjoyed having housekeeping and clean towels. Then they discovered free continental breakfasts, and they were sold.
What is it with Seniors and the free food thing? A good discount buffet will make them positively giddy. And don’t even get me started on the whole share-a-lunch-and-order-an-extra-salad thing. Look, I love food as much as anyone (again, why you won’t see pics of me here – I don’t want buns of steel, I want buns of cinnamon), but my parents seem to take it to a whole new level.
So, back in February DD9 got an e-mail – it was remarkable in that she does not use the computer and does not have an e-mail address.
It actually came to my e-mail at work, addressed to her, and I almost shot out of my chair.
A “free” dining PIN! Holy Toledo it’s a PIN! Sweet home Alabama, a PIN! Come to mama, baby, a PIN!
I was bit excited.
I called DH, and spent 20 minutes explaining why he should be excited, too. He finally got it, and I moved on to my mom. She was thrilled (again with the “free” food!), of course, but a little peeved that, even though they had been going to WDW since 1977, they had never gotten a PIN.
I told her to get over it.
The PIN, my PIN, our PIN, our Precious (NOLordoftheRings) was good through October 3rd. Oh. Wow. That’s really, really interesting. First, we never go that time of year, and second, we’ve never been interested in a dining plan. But my precious little PIN had me thinking.
("A dangerous pasttime." "I know.")
We have a very tight window of opportunity when it comes to vacation. Spring and summer are pretty well out, because of farming and 4-H. Winter is DH’s busiest time at work. Then we have softball and basketball. Oh, yeah, and school.
So we’ve been going in late October. It’s a great time of year – perfect weather and not too crowded. And the girls’ teachers have been great about it.
But to take advantage of this PIN, we’d have to go a whole month earlier. School starts at the end of August, then our county fair is Labor Day week. Even if we went the very latest we could go to use the PIN, it would be late September/early October. Was that too soon after school started? Obviously we decided, heck no!
That’s about how much time I actually spent worry about that particular point. And moved on. Dot org.
Now, for the whole dining thing. We spend very, very carefully at WDW. We stay at value resorts, we drive instead of fly, we eat breakfast in our room, and we pack lunch/drinks/snacks every day to take to the parks. So our food costs are only a small part of our budget in the first place.
We also do not eat sit-down meals often. Why waste all that time in a restaurant when there are things to do? We are all commando, all the time. DDs have been taught John Wayne: “We’re burning daylight!”
But we do have a few favorites – Chef Mickey’s and CRT. And when I added up what we usually spent for just those two meals alone, I realized that just cost savings could justify the dining plan.
I started to get a little excited. No bologna sandwiches for lunch! No half-crushed bags of chips! No soggy PB&J! No heavy coolers for pop and juice! Not that any of the kids had ever complained, but still.
(Do you sing the Oscar Meyer song when you type “bologna” like me?)
I began to ruminate over all the sit-down eateries we had never tried, like Le Cellier, 1900 Park Fare, and Biergarten. Old favorites we hadn’t been to in years, like Trail’s End, Crystal Palace and Kona. If you could suddenly eat anywhere you wanted at WDW, and do it for “free”, how could you say no? I, obviously, could not.
We decided to go for it. Our trip dates would be September 27-October 9. “Free” food for all!
While I am willing to ignore the fact that nothing is, indeed, really “free” at WDW, I still can’t help putting it quotation marks. Just to acknowledge that Disney will, one way or another, find a way to get that money out of me. Robbing Minnie to pay Mickey, as it were.
We booked our rooms, made our deposit, and started planning.
I was happier than a pig in mud. Than a banker at bail-out time. Than Rush Limbaugh with a piece of cake. “Free” cake. At a cardiologists’ convention.
Then it happened.
In July (Was it July? I think it was July. “Free” dining had not hit the general public yet, so it may have been earlier. Don’t you hate it when people digress like this? Like it somehow matters?). DH came to me and began asking questions. Unpleasant, dreadful, shocking little questions.
DH: Um, what are our Disney dates again?
Me: We arrive September 27th. Why?
DH: Well, when does the “free” dining expire?
Me: We have to arrive before 10/2. Why?
DH: So we can’t move it back a week? Or two?
Me: No. Why. Do. You. Ask?
DH: Well, I have this meeting in October…

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH(deep breath)HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems DH forgot about a meeting. One he absolutely, positively could not miss for any reason. His boss forgot about it, too, when she approved his vacation time. Her boss, however, was not sympathetic, and insisted DH had to attend.
I could have had a meltdown. Nobody here would blame me, right? For him to attend this meeting, we would have had to cut our trip short by three whole days.
Let me say that again: Three. Whole. Days.
(You have to picture me whining a little bit here.) This is Disney we’re talking about. It’s our “thing.” It’s what we look forward to all year long. We plan. We discuss. We dream. We obsess. Seriously, there are days when the anticipation is what keeps me going. A little sick, I know, but it’s important to me. Us. I mean us. You guys know what I’m talking about.
I admit, we’re spoiled. You know that feeling, when you’re checking out from your resort, and it’s so depressing you can’t hardly stand to look at the people who are checking in? I thought, if we stayed longer, long enough that when we finally left we would actually be ready to go home, well, problem solved!
So we started going for two weeks. Why not? If we were going to drive that far, why not make it worth our while?
We actually go for 13 nights – we drive down Saturday, check in on Sunday, and stay until the following Friday (our check out / drive home day). Another point to be made – this way we maximize our weekdays in the parks and minimize the weekend days. Less crowded, you know?
See how many arguments I can make for this?
I can justify it until the cows come home, but the bottom line is we want to go for as long as we possibly can – another duh, right? And the thought of losing those three days had me more discombobulated up than Captain Jack finding out all the rum is gone.
Isn’t it great spell check didn’t ding me for “discombobulated?”
So I did the obvious thing – I called Southwest Airlines and booked his airfare. I actually got a really good price ($189 round trip), and I didn’t even hesitate.
The meeting was October 8-9 in Columbus. I needed him back in Florida to help with the drive home, and on our checkout date (which was supposed to be the 9th) we leave early and drive straight through. I can’t do that by myself. I thought about getting DD13 driving lessons before we left, but my insurance apparently has a “problem” with that.
We decided he would fly to Columbus for the meeting the morning of the 8th, and fly back the evening of the 9th, and we’d head home the 10th. No one would miss any extra days of school, and the girls and I actually gained a day at WDW! Bonus!
Considering how DH hates to fly, he was a pretty good sport. And the girls and I didn’t let him see us doing the happy dance over getting that extra day.
We made him feel better by telling him we were going to spend the whole day shopping (which he hates), and we wouldn’t have any fun at all without him. BWAHAHA!
Love ya, babe. Mean it.
Crisis averted, we were finally, really this time, ready to go.