Tasmen
Crazy Cat Lady
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First off, the cast of characters:
DH (30) -- Self professed and proud Star Wars geek boi. If it's Star Wars, he'll love it. This trip also would be his first trip to the World. I have taken him to Disneyland a couple times but never the Disney World.
Me (35) -- Self professed Disneyana lovah. I've wanted to go back to Disney World for years and years but due to certain financial constraints that weren't lifted until last year, I was never really able to afford to go. I had gone once before back in 1981 pre-Epcot with my family. We had stayed at the Poly and I remember loving it. I've gone on lots and lots of trips to Disneyland, but it never seemed like quite the same thing. I wanted to be completely immersed in everything Disney and that meant one trip to the World was required.
Details:
I went ahead and booked Poly Concierge for this trip and even went platinum on the package. I realize some believe that's a huge waste of money, but for us, the convenience and special perks we'd get with the package made it worth it to us. Plus, we figured we would splurge away on our first real trip together to Disney World. We never really had a big honeymoon so we treated this trip like it would be just that -- a 5th anniversary trip and honeymoon we never had.
5/15 - Tuesday
This is the day we leave on the trip I've been playing for over six months. To say that I was excited as an understatement. We didn't leave until almost midnight (go go red eye flight), but that didn't matter to me. This was the first day of my vacation.
I woke up that morning and went to work. I had warned my boss not to expect much productivity out of me that particular day. I had mental impediments going on. My mind was already on vacation even if my body was still in Seattle.
The day draaaaaagged on and on but eventually 3 'I'm so out of here' o'clock hit and I bolted out the door and sped walked the 4 blocks to my parking garage.
I got home in record time thanks to my super speedy vroom vroom skills o' driving (Tangent: there are a lot o' type things in my universe. I apology now of that is o'nnoying) and proceeded to pack the last few things that had to be packed.
The cats could tell something was afoot. Sweet baby Tasmen (yes, my avatar is the name of my cat -- I can admit I have a problem when it comes to kitties. I am obsessed.) kept giving me evil 'you better not leave me, woman' eyes. See, this cat has a way about her. I know she doesn't have real thoughts. But sometimes it really does seem like she is channeling some kind of baby Stuey personality. Some day she'll rule over all us humans and make us pay. She will make me dance for her and eat kibble all the time rather than yummy wet food.
Anyway, to summarize, the cat knew we were leaving. I had to keep an eye on our luggage to make sure she didn't try to come along with us on the trip or give us a special bon voyage spraying of kitty 'champagne' to help us enjoy our trip more. Thankfully, none of the kitties did anything quite so insidious.
The DH wasn't off work until 8:30 that night so I had to drive (again like a woman possessed) to pick him up and get him home so that he could change into park/traveling clothing and make sure he had all his stuff packed and ready to go. We rushed so much that we ended up sitting around waiting on the car to arrive to take us to the airport. You want to talk about the longest 20 minutes ever. But eventually, we were on our way to the airport and I could barely stand it. I just knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep on the plane.
Next up -- we arrive at the airport and enjoy some $3 more for a double fun at an airport bar.
DH (30) -- Self professed and proud Star Wars geek boi. If it's Star Wars, he'll love it. This trip also would be his first trip to the World. I have taken him to Disneyland a couple times but never the Disney World.
Me (35) -- Self professed Disneyana lovah. I've wanted to go back to Disney World for years and years but due to certain financial constraints that weren't lifted until last year, I was never really able to afford to go. I had gone once before back in 1981 pre-Epcot with my family. We had stayed at the Poly and I remember loving it. I've gone on lots and lots of trips to Disneyland, but it never seemed like quite the same thing. I wanted to be completely immersed in everything Disney and that meant one trip to the World was required.
Details:
I went ahead and booked Poly Concierge for this trip and even went platinum on the package. I realize some believe that's a huge waste of money, but for us, the convenience and special perks we'd get with the package made it worth it to us. Plus, we figured we would splurge away on our first real trip together to Disney World. We never really had a big honeymoon so we treated this trip like it would be just that -- a 5th anniversary trip and honeymoon we never had.
5/15 - Tuesday
This is the day we leave on the trip I've been playing for over six months. To say that I was excited as an understatement. We didn't leave until almost midnight (go go red eye flight), but that didn't matter to me. This was the first day of my vacation.
I woke up that morning and went to work. I had warned my boss not to expect much productivity out of me that particular day. I had mental impediments going on. My mind was already on vacation even if my body was still in Seattle.
The day draaaaaagged on and on but eventually 3 'I'm so out of here' o'clock hit and I bolted out the door and sped walked the 4 blocks to my parking garage.
I got home in record time thanks to my super speedy vroom vroom skills o' driving (Tangent: there are a lot o' type things in my universe. I apology now of that is o'nnoying) and proceeded to pack the last few things that had to be packed.
The cats could tell something was afoot. Sweet baby Tasmen (yes, my avatar is the name of my cat -- I can admit I have a problem when it comes to kitties. I am obsessed.) kept giving me evil 'you better not leave me, woman' eyes. See, this cat has a way about her. I know she doesn't have real thoughts. But sometimes it really does seem like she is channeling some kind of baby Stuey personality. Some day she'll rule over all us humans and make us pay. She will make me dance for her and eat kibble all the time rather than yummy wet food.
Anyway, to summarize, the cat knew we were leaving. I had to keep an eye on our luggage to make sure she didn't try to come along with us on the trip or give us a special bon voyage spraying of kitty 'champagne' to help us enjoy our trip more. Thankfully, none of the kitties did anything quite so insidious.
The DH wasn't off work until 8:30 that night so I had to drive (again like a woman possessed) to pick him up and get him home so that he could change into park/traveling clothing and make sure he had all his stuff packed and ready to go. We rushed so much that we ended up sitting around waiting on the car to arrive to take us to the airport. You want to talk about the longest 20 minutes ever. But eventually, we were on our way to the airport and I could barely stand it. I just knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep on the plane.
Next up -- we arrive at the airport and enjoy some $3 more for a double fun at an airport bar.