Alright. I'm back...
(I think....
)
And now, without further ado, my first update using my brand new 24" iMac!

You know, it would have helped ... ALOT... had I taken better notes. By this point in the trip; I'm realizing that my note-taking skills were seriously declining. Seriously declining.
Next up, we're still on my birthday - for those of you that have forgotten. I left EPCOT and returned to the Boardwalk to prepare for that night. I didn't have dinner reservations until 6:00 at Downtown Disney's West Side.
Seriously, I couldn't have had lunch, rode one attraction, picked-up a couple of things in the World Showcase, returned to the Boardwalk and suddenly it was time to go to DTD?
Could I?
Doubtful. So, let's make something up for this tiny section of the trip; because I don't have any memories of it.
I do recall stopping by the ice cream parlor on the Boardwalk at one point for a cone of vanilla soft serve with pieces of snickers candy mixed-in. So... that will go in this segment of the trip report (and ignore me if I suddenly repeat this on another day as I only did this once). Oh, darn... I just peaked into my notes for the next day and this ice cream visit actually takes place on the 31st and not the 30th. But the ice cream was yummy and I chatted with a nice family from England while in line. There were many families from England there that week. Then, again, when I worked there in '99 there were times that I felt that the Brit's outnumbered the Americans in the park. Seriously.
So, I'm leaving it in this section of the TR regardless
and will just repeat it again later on in the trip report.....
Alright. Ice Cream eaten (Not really) I run upstairs an prepare for that night (which just consists of dropping off the items that I don't wish to carry around with me and running a brush through my hair. There really wasn't much to "prepare" for.)
I grab the first available bus to Downtown Disney. Now, here's the deal: the DTD bus stops at the Marketplace but then makes a second stop at the West Side. I know that they still do this; when I left the Marketplace for the Caribbean Beach resort on the 27th; we stopped at the West Side. I had told my mother and grandmother to stay on the bus until the second stop when giving them instructions for how to get there.
Upon arriving, I hop off at the Marketplace. I've time to kill so I enjoy a nice walk through the Marketplace, past Pleasure Island (RIP Adventure's Club

) and down the West End all the way to the end to the House of Blues.
I'm early so I find a patch of fence to sit on and I sit. And sit some more. And some more.
My cell phone rings and it's my mother. She's in the Marketplace, on her way.
"Why didn't you get off at the West Side, like I told you to, so you wouldn't have to walk so far?" (I'm the one that loves to walk; she hates it. We're opposites like that.)
"There wasn't another stop."
"Yes, there was."
"No, there wasn't."
"Yes, there was."
"No, there wasn't. The bus driver said there wasn't."
"Well, the bus driver lied then because we stopped off at the West Side a couple of days ago when I was leaving here."
"Well, there's nothing that I can do about it."
We argue a lot like that. It drives my sister nuts. She once witnessed us back and forth like that and began yelling at us to cut it out, demanding to know how we could argue so darn much but not ever get mad at each other?
It's a talent, I guess.
My mother informed me that my grandmother was back at the hotel, resting. That she tried to get up to get ready and looked horrible, but she didn't want to ruin my birthday "surprise" that I had planned for them that night. My mother told her that if she didn't feel well to go back to bed. Without another word my grandmother turned around and crawled back in bed. Poor Granny.
My mom finally makes her way over to my coveted seat on the fence. Tamera's not far behind; but she was dropped off at the curb as my uncle was driving. He went to park the car and then he, Mary and the kids were heading over to Rainforest Cafe for dinner. The three of us were seated immediately upon check-in at the House of Blues. I had visions of White Chocolate Banana Bread Pudding running through my head..
We order the spinach and artichoke dip for starters. After it's passed out and we order our main (I ordered the the Penne pasta.. which was good!) I asked Tam and mom if they had any idea for what the surprise was. I figured Tamera had already guessed it -- this was something I was
certain she'd like. As soon as I told Mary what the surprise was her eyes lit up and exclaimed "Tamera's going to
love it!" plus the "surprise" was right next door to the House of Blues, so she just walked right by it. So, I turn to her first - waiting for her answer.
"I have no idea?"
What?!?!
Humph.
I turn to my mom..
"Cirque de Soliel tickets." She proudly boasts.
Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner.
I pass out the tickets to my very surprised, but happy, aunt and my mother. The only problem? I have one extra ticket.
"What about Guy?" my aunt asks.
Good idea. We try to call Guy's cell. No answer. Mary's cell. No answer. Guy's cell (a few minutes later) No answer.
Hmmmm....
Dessert time... and no bread pudding. Too heavy. Even the name "bread pudding" sounds heavy. So the warm apple tart with vanilla ice cream it is.
Darn. I really had been looking forward to that bread pudding.
Dinner finished, we still have time. Guy's still not answering his cell. Neither is Mary, for that matter.
I offer to run back to the Marketplace to the Rainforest Cafe to find them; we figure that it must be too loud in there for them to hear their phones. My mom and Tam agree, after all
they don't have to do any running.
So, off I ran. OK. I didn't really run; it was more of a brisk walk. I pass the Magic Shop and the two guys are outside putting on a show. Too bad I didn't have the time to stop and watch, they're hysterical! Love them!

Onward to the Marketplace and into the Rainforest Cafe I go. I slip past the employees (I'm sneaky like that) and into the dining area. A quick walk around the restaurant (twice incase I missed seeing them the first time as the place was packed!) and I exit.
Darn. I try Guy's cell one last time... and he answers! Woo-hoo!
"Where are you?"
"World of Disney. Trying on dresses."
(Disclaimer: my
uncle wasn't trying on dresses; the kids were. I promise!)
Fortunately I know my way around the World of Disney well enough that I went in and made a beeline for the Princess section and found two very happy kids and one smiling nanny wearing Minnie Mouse ears. I quickly ask my uncle if he'd like to join us for Cirque that night. He wasn't expecting the question. He thinks for a moment and realizes that'd be fun. He turns to Mary to make arrangements for getting the kids back and tells me that he'd meet us at the show. I hand him a ticket and off I go back to the West Side.
I can't find my mother once I get over there. What's new?

Except this time she's drug Tamera off with her.
*sigh*
I
finally find them in a store and we browse for a bit before heading over to the theater. We find our seats. Now, I know that you aren't allowed to take pictures of stages; most stages are copywrited. I've been to the theater more than enough to know- I took theater classes in London. I've slept through more shows than I can count. Joking. ..or am I?
Even Cirqu's theater, which has absolutely nothing on the stage before the show, just a empty stage, is apparently copywrited. However, when Tam pulled out a camera to take a pic of the three of
us in the audience, and it
was just the three of us that she was trying to frame -
nothing else, the camera lens pointed
away from the stage, it was still a no-no.

The usher's were quick; let me tell you. The guy must have flown. No idea how he made it up the steps and to our seats in 2.2 seconds. Because before Tamera could even press the button an usher was at her side demanding that the camera be put away.
"But I just wanted a picture of
us."
"No."
So. Lesson:
no pictures of even
you inside of a theater.
Guy shows ups and the show starts. And it was
amazing. I've been wanting to see it since 1999 but tickets are expensive and I never splurged before. But I absolutely loved the show. So did Tamera and we're all gushing about it on the way out. Tam is going on and on about how I have to go to Vegas and see 'O' . So, now I'm booked for Vegas and will see 'O' along with Mystere. I can't wait!

(It'll be my first trip to Vegas. No Disney for me this year - it's Vegas, baby!

)
With Guy having a car, no busses for us! Woo-hoo! We take my mom over to the Caribbean Beach Resort. Can I tell you how nice it was to have my iphone on me with GPS? We didn't know how to get to mom's resort. Guy and I attempted to ask the guy at the ticket booth to Cirque. He kept the window closed and talking through glass ... well, that wasn't working out too well. There were tons of miscommunication when you could barely hear the guy and he could barely hear you. Guy was fine with what the kid said but I was certain that the kid was wrong. Guy was certain he and the kid were right; I was certain they were both wrong.
I was correct. So, as we're driving aimlessly around, because the direction that the kid pointed us to wasn't the right one, I pulled out my iphone. I Googled the street address for the Caribbean Beach Resort, pulled up my GPS, pinned where we're at and scrolled the map until I see where we want to go and then begin barking orders to my uncle.
"Turn here."
"Go strait."
We finally make it within a reasonable amount of time for not having a clue as to where we were going when we set out. We drop my mom off and hightail it over to the Grand Floridian Resort. Not fast enough, in my opinion. I had plans for tonight. Places to be. I keep glancing nervously at my watch. It's 11:45 pm... I'm cutting it close.
FINALLY we pull up, we're out of the car, through the main building and over to the Sugar Loaf concierge building. I race upstairs with them (via elevator), we come in and Mary's in Guy and Tam's room watching tv. Mary and Tam want talk... it's all I can do to not grab Mary by the arm and drag her out of there! I'm looking at my watch. I'm giving them pleading looks they're ignoring.
FINALLY, the conversation ends, Guy and Tamera wish us a good night and Mary and I are
out of there, down the elevator, out of the building, into the main building, up the stairs and onto the monorail platform where I eagerly wait for a train.
Darn, we're not going to make it!
A train pulls up. I'm impatient. I'm thankful that the Magic Kingdom is the next stop. We get off at the MK platform and it's midnight.
Darn! Darn! Darn!
We race towards the gate. Bag check isn't open, they glance at my stuff at the turnstile and we're in and they're just now starting! Woo-hoo! MADE IT!!!
Laughing, Mary and I take off in a full run (yes, this was a full-fledge run. No walking here!) around the Christmas tree and towards the beginning of Main Street just as it starts.
What's starting? You ask?
Hmmmmmm...... that's an excellent question.....