nickglover
Mouseketeer
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- May 23, 2000
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We had a grand time at DL - our first and perhaps only trip there, and under the circumstances we were grateful for the opportunity to go - I know opening the park meant so much to all the kids on vacation, but we really enjoyed it, too. You can only watch so much bad news on tv.
We had dinner that night at a small place on the corner of Katulla(?) and DisneyLand Drive right next to the Annabell Suites, I think. It was simple and ok - nice salads - like a Denny's or a Village Inn, but with an ice cream parlor.
Post-Disney:
Day 6 (Thursday) - we hoped beyond hope that the airport would open and we could fly home just a day later than scheduled, but it was not to be. I called to re-schedule. The best Delta could do was to get us on the same flight leaving Saturday morning, which I thought was horrible, but was probably one of the first flights back to Tampa, as Friday morning's flight was cancelled due to the tropical storm hitting Tampa. We kept hearing on tv about those whose flights were diverted and we felt like "the lost class" because no one mentioned those who were just stranded! They also kept saying to check the web sites or call the airlines, but we had no computer with us and the numbers were often busy. However, with persistence, we could usually get through to Delta.
We decided to visit the Queen Mary. We drove to Long Beach and somehow wound up in the actual Port of L.A. with semis everywhere. It was actually pretty cool to see such a busy working port, but we felt like "those damn tourists" in the way! We finally found the Queen Mary. They wanted $19 each to go onboard and about $8 to park, which seemed too much for such an old looking ship. Besides, I went on the Queen Mary once to say bon voyage to my Grandmother who was going from NY to London when I was a kid, so I had already seen her in her prime (the boat I mean!). We decided to go to a cool shopping place that a waitress had mentioned to us near the Crystal Cathedral just south of DL, called The Block at Orange. (Take Harbor south, left at Chapman, right at City Place and then on the right). We ate at Fridays before realizing there were some really cool ale houses and places to eat. We enjoyed walking around, especially the huge Hilo Hawaii store and a Ron-Jon's. I bought a "Ron-Jon's California" surf shirt, to wear around Florida. We ate that night at Storytellers, which we had been boycotting because they did not have the buffet. I had the blackened swordfish, which was excellent, and DW had a very nice chicken entree.
Day 7 - Friday - We left Disney, both agreeing that under the circumstances, we still had a really nice time and got to see both parks and the entire hotel (even did laundry there!). We checked into a Hampton Inn where we could see the airport, as our plane was scheduled for 8 am. We planned to take the 5 am shuttle. Every time I called Delta, they said the flight was still on. I decided to return the rental car and took it on my own and then walked about a mile and a half (for exercise...in the smog) back to the hotel. We walked to an early dinner at a nearby Holiday Inn and then watched "Hannibal" on pay per view (pretty weak).
Day 8 - Saturday - Ok, time to go - no one had better cancel this flight - three extra days in L.A. and my nerves are frangled and we are weary and worn, tired and torn, hoping to just get home to make sure our house made it through the storm and our three cats are safe and sound (DW's dad came by each day to feed them, but we never meant to be gone so long, and we heard the winds were pretty strong through the night). The lines in the terminals were unbelievable. I don't mean long - I mean unbelievable. About 1500 to 2000 people in the Delta line, snaking through two terminals and back. I relaized we would still be in the line three hours later when our flight was to leave. I made a gutsy call right then and there. We had seat assigments. If we can get our big bags through the checkpoints, we can maybe check them at the gate. It worked. The bags fit on the conveyor belt and all they did was make us surrender two pairs of nail scissors. There was no other security. No police or anyone. No body search. It is ironic that the increased security actually led to at least one person behind me having a small knife in the terminal area. He said he intended to check in the luggage containing it, so it was inadvertant. Later, the ticket agent looked at driver's licenses, but I watched her closely - she looked at the license but never looked up at me standing behind DW, so what kind of check is that?? So there we sat, at the gate, 3 hours to go, with over-sized bags and no boarding passes yet. Scary. Finally there was less than one hour until the posted departure time and still no ticket agent. Some ladies behind us actually sent their luggage by UPS because they knew about the lines. I went to another gate and told them. They said they would see what they could do. They didn't even know they didn't have anyone there. Then they didn't know they didn't have flight attendants and a pilot (just one flight attendant). They were also rude and aloof, as if we were mere cattle to be dealt with at their leisure. I wanted to get home so badly that I vowed not to complain. We got our boarding passes. They then kept delaying the flight, not sure if a flight crew would ever show up, from 8 am to 9 to 9:30 to 10. RRRRRR. I asked about our bags and some Delta workers said no problem and at least two others freaked out and suggested we would be delayed but they couldn't explain why because of all the new security (what bull). Finally a flight crew showed up and everyone in the terminal applauded. We finally boarded, were able to voluntarily check the big bags at the gate (I think they would have let us just wheel them on!) and when we took off, I was almost in tears, realizing we would finally get home. We made it home Saturday night, hugged our cats, and then joined some neighbors for a very nice candlight gathering. A nice soothing, somewhat sad ending to a wonderful trip, tinged with sadness.
We had dinner that night at a small place on the corner of Katulla(?) and DisneyLand Drive right next to the Annabell Suites, I think. It was simple and ok - nice salads - like a Denny's or a Village Inn, but with an ice cream parlor.
Post-Disney:
Day 6 (Thursday) - we hoped beyond hope that the airport would open and we could fly home just a day later than scheduled, but it was not to be. I called to re-schedule. The best Delta could do was to get us on the same flight leaving Saturday morning, which I thought was horrible, but was probably one of the first flights back to Tampa, as Friday morning's flight was cancelled due to the tropical storm hitting Tampa. We kept hearing on tv about those whose flights were diverted and we felt like "the lost class" because no one mentioned those who were just stranded! They also kept saying to check the web sites or call the airlines, but we had no computer with us and the numbers were often busy. However, with persistence, we could usually get through to Delta.
We decided to visit the Queen Mary. We drove to Long Beach and somehow wound up in the actual Port of L.A. with semis everywhere. It was actually pretty cool to see such a busy working port, but we felt like "those damn tourists" in the way! We finally found the Queen Mary. They wanted $19 each to go onboard and about $8 to park, which seemed too much for such an old looking ship. Besides, I went on the Queen Mary once to say bon voyage to my Grandmother who was going from NY to London when I was a kid, so I had already seen her in her prime (the boat I mean!). We decided to go to a cool shopping place that a waitress had mentioned to us near the Crystal Cathedral just south of DL, called The Block at Orange. (Take Harbor south, left at Chapman, right at City Place and then on the right). We ate at Fridays before realizing there were some really cool ale houses and places to eat. We enjoyed walking around, especially the huge Hilo Hawaii store and a Ron-Jon's. I bought a "Ron-Jon's California" surf shirt, to wear around Florida. We ate that night at Storytellers, which we had been boycotting because they did not have the buffet. I had the blackened swordfish, which was excellent, and DW had a very nice chicken entree.
Day 7 - Friday - We left Disney, both agreeing that under the circumstances, we still had a really nice time and got to see both parks and the entire hotel (even did laundry there!). We checked into a Hampton Inn where we could see the airport, as our plane was scheduled for 8 am. We planned to take the 5 am shuttle. Every time I called Delta, they said the flight was still on. I decided to return the rental car and took it on my own and then walked about a mile and a half (for exercise...in the smog) back to the hotel. We walked to an early dinner at a nearby Holiday Inn and then watched "Hannibal" on pay per view (pretty weak).
Day 8 - Saturday - Ok, time to go - no one had better cancel this flight - three extra days in L.A. and my nerves are frangled and we are weary and worn, tired and torn, hoping to just get home to make sure our house made it through the storm and our three cats are safe and sound (DW's dad came by each day to feed them, but we never meant to be gone so long, and we heard the winds were pretty strong through the night). The lines in the terminals were unbelievable. I don't mean long - I mean unbelievable. About 1500 to 2000 people in the Delta line, snaking through two terminals and back. I relaized we would still be in the line three hours later when our flight was to leave. I made a gutsy call right then and there. We had seat assigments. If we can get our big bags through the checkpoints, we can maybe check them at the gate. It worked. The bags fit on the conveyor belt and all they did was make us surrender two pairs of nail scissors. There was no other security. No police or anyone. No body search. It is ironic that the increased security actually led to at least one person behind me having a small knife in the terminal area. He said he intended to check in the luggage containing it, so it was inadvertant. Later, the ticket agent looked at driver's licenses, but I watched her closely - she looked at the license but never looked up at me standing behind DW, so what kind of check is that?? So there we sat, at the gate, 3 hours to go, with over-sized bags and no boarding passes yet. Scary. Finally there was less than one hour until the posted departure time and still no ticket agent. Some ladies behind us actually sent their luggage by UPS because they knew about the lines. I went to another gate and told them. They said they would see what they could do. They didn't even know they didn't have anyone there. Then they didn't know they didn't have flight attendants and a pilot (just one flight attendant). They were also rude and aloof, as if we were mere cattle to be dealt with at their leisure. I wanted to get home so badly that I vowed not to complain. We got our boarding passes. They then kept delaying the flight, not sure if a flight crew would ever show up, from 8 am to 9 to 9:30 to 10. RRRRRR. I asked about our bags and some Delta workers said no problem and at least two others freaked out and suggested we would be delayed but they couldn't explain why because of all the new security (what bull). Finally a flight crew showed up and everyone in the terminal applauded. We finally boarded, were able to voluntarily check the big bags at the gate (I think they would have let us just wheel them on!) and when we took off, I was almost in tears, realizing we would finally get home. We made it home Saturday night, hugged our cats, and then joined some neighbors for a very nice candlight gathering. A nice soothing, somewhat sad ending to a wonderful trip, tinged with sadness.