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Day 1 - Saturday, October 2, 2004
The Whining, the Dispersment of Cash and the Longest Day of My Life.
or
The Drive-down, the Check-in and the Watching of Too Much Football.
Cast of Characters:
Me, 28 - GIS Market Analyst, Disney vet who likes to whine, overpacks and is long-winded (you'll see)
Kory, fiance, 28 - Asst. Golf Course Superintendent, Disney Newbie who also likes to whine and overpacks. A man of few words, but get a beer in him and he makes friends with everyone. Even LSU fans.
When we last left the heroine, she was plotting, planning and manipulating her future.
Would she be able to convince her soon-to-be husband that Disney World is and will forever be the most special place on earth? That you never need to travel to Hawaii, Canada or Asia when you have the Poly, Epcot's World Showcase and Kali River Rapids?
Can she...show him the World?
Well if we decide that based on what happened in the beginning of the trip, that's a big Negatore Skeletore.
What needed to happen (you have to read this fast because I only had about 2 afternoons to fit this all in):
Buy all of Kory's smaller birthday gifts (to be gifted each day of the trip by a plush Mickey & Minnie), get car washed, buy bagels, PB&J samich stuff, other grocery items, wash the dog, buy film, clean the house, get a New! Secret! Birthday! Radio! installed for the man of the hour, drop the dog off at my sisters, write a note for the cat's pet sitter, finish some laundry, pack our clothes...
What really happened:
Nothing.
Actually, that's not totally true. I did get most of his smaller gifts. But everything went to dog poo when I got sick the night before the night before we left.
That wasn't a typo...you following?
I was up the entire night vomiting, stomach aches, etc. So that meant that Friday I was totally out of commission. The New! Secret! Birthday! Radio! didn't get installed, the grocery store was selling my items to someone else, the dog stunk, the cat sitter was clueless....
You get the idea.
Fortunately, my fiance is a sweetie and took care of most of the stuff, like getting his own New! Secret! Birthday! Radio! installed, driving the dog to my sister's (an hour away), packing his own clothes
etc.
What a trooper.
So finally, here we go! We decided to get up at 4 am so we could be on the road before the rest of...well, this is Atlanta, so...everyone else on the planet. I'm pretty sure that the government has automated cars with no one in them just to make our commutes worse. I think its some carpool scam.
We were on the road by a little after 5 although most of the trip down is a huge blur since I was in the backseat laying down, whining and carrying on. I finally got up near Ashburn, GA where we stopped at a McDonalds for breakfast. Still not feeling 100%, I just ordered a hot water and made my favorite tea.
Yes, that's right. I pack my own tea bags.
There were some strange characters at this MickeyDs. There was a group of ladies sitting near the counter yelling back and forth with the ladies behind the counter. A older farmer-looking fella and his woman who gave me the death stare as I walked in.
What, do I have headlights? Lay off, I'm only here for a minute.
We made it a point to get our stuff and go. Back in the car, I take out Delswife's trip report I had printed. All 80 pages. This should keep me occupied til Orlando. Who are we kidding, probably to Key West.
The drive is pretty boring. We stop for gas near High Springs, FL, just north of Gainesville. I used to live here and hadn't been back since I left, so it was neat to see my exit, my favorite gas station, my favorite ramp. That was about it since we were going 85 mph.
It was about 11 am and right before we hit the turnpike that we decided to stop at a Popeyes for lunch.
The restaurant was inside a convenience store that was so big, they pin your name and home address to your shirt in case you get lost. Off we went into the restaurant and ordered some spicy chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, biscuits and two drinks. We go to sit down at one of the tables and my fiance (who happily follows the 5-second food-drop rule and even has extended it to 10-seconds on certain items) remarks that the place looks dirty and maybe we not touch our mouth to anything that's not wrapped in plastic.
Alright, honey. I'll lick the table at the next restaurant we go to.
As you already know, the chicken was blah. And I wasn't feeling well still, so I ate about 10%. Or was it 15%? I should really check my report.
Food for thought: Have you ever tried to eat fried chicken with a spork?
Well enough of Popeyes. Off we go and somehow I'm driving now. He wants to take a nap.
Doesn't he know I'm sick? Just to serve him right, I miss my exit onto HWY 27 and have to take I-4 in. Ha! That's what you get!
We get closer and I'm starting to feel the excitement build. Since I was sick, I hadn't had a chance to really think about my upcoming trip. In fact, I spent an entire day NOT on DISboards!
Oh the humanity!
As we get into Orlando, I want to know if he's getting as excited as I am. He wants to know why I woke him from a perfectly good nap.
Finally we pull into POFQ. I just love this resort. I love the theming here and it's always pretty quiet. Except near the pool.
Our room number is like 326 or something. A building right next to the lobby area and really close to both bars.
That's an important fact for later.
Our room is ready so we haul all 47 bags up. Ok, that's an exagerration. I like to round up to the nearest 47. We have plans to head to the ESPN Club after a while. UGA is playing LSU and Kory wants to be there to make LSU friends, witness the embarrassing smack-down and subsequently rub the win in their face. Until then, we decide to chill out for a bit.
Actually, I decide that we chill out. I just had to drive one hour. I need a four-hour nap now.
While he's watching some foreplay (not porn, but the football games that you don't really care about, but come on before your game. You watch them because you're getting into the football mood), I go to the food court to get some fruit and the best snack food on Disney property...a mickey-head rice crispie treat.
Yeah, you know I'm right.
I also stop by the pool bar and grab him a Budweiser. What's foreplay without beer, I ask?
Back to the room, he's still involved with his foreplay so I nibble on my snack and get under the covers. I'll never be able to fall asleep, even with football on. So I check over some very important Disney reading material.
You know, resort maps, the parking pass, the phone instruction guide. Anything with Disney written on it.
Finally we decide to head over to the ESPN Club. We self-park at the Boardwalk and walk up the driveway. I just love this resort.
I love the theming and its always pretty quiet. Except by the Boardwalk.
We make our way to ESPN Club and try to get a table in the bar. Neither of us is that hungry and we hate to take up a table in the main area. Alas, that is all there is. So we are seated at a table and our server Dereyk brings us some beer and a pina colada.
Here is where he watches some random football and I feign interest. Let's skip all this.
Once the UGA-LSU game is on, we realize we got crapped on. Apparently someone thinks ND is a more important team and deserves audio. Humph. Even I, feigning-interest-woman, at least wants to hear the game.
So Kory runs over to the bar and realizes its playing over there. He finds a table in the back and asks some nearby LSU fans to hold it for us.
See what I'm saying. First comes the friendship...
We thank Dereyk and pay our tab. We have a seat and sweetly thank the LSU fans. We watch this game for what seems like forever. In the meantime, Kory orders a pitcher of beer. I order a pulled pork samich and another pina colada.
If I've gotta watch football, at least I can be drunk for it.
This is Kory at our new bar table. Looks quite content, doesn't he?
Anywho, the samich and fries were good. My colada even better. At one point I get up to check out the gift shop but come back empty handed. Nothing I want has ESPN stamped on it.
As we are watching the game, we come to notice High-Five Woman. She's in her 30's, well dressed and obviously left her kids with her parents or something. I'm sure she was drinking a sangria or other girly drink. She's watching the game too and every time LSU does something remotely good, she high-fives every single guy she is with. I think we saw her do it about 47 times. Ok, that's an exagerration. We all know LSU didn't do 47 good things. So after a while, we start doing it too, high-fiving each other and shouting a cheesy, "Yeah!"
I know. We're mean. But this is why I don't high-five. Women aren't supposed to, they look silly. It's a guy thing. They don't buy tampons, we don't high-five. It's a right of sex-specific passage and must be segregated at all times.
Anyway, remember when I said I was sick with a stomach ache. Well now I have lingering pain. Like someone drop-kicked me over the table. And no, I don't deserve it! So I walk over to the General Store and buy some Motrin.
Just two bucks for 4 pills. What a deal!
By the time I get back, the game is pretty much over. He has made his "We kicked your butt" rounds, they threw leftover french fries at him. We walk the Boardwalk for a few and decide to go back home. I feel pretty badly still and just want to go to bed.
I know you are wondering. By this time I am sober and am able to drive home. Thanks for caring, though.
Once back in the room, Kory wants to cuddle. Sorry ladies, I don't have the man of the century. It's not actual cuddling. It's watching more football even after your game is over because you're not ready to let go of your football day. Well I want to watch Goodfellas instead (I swear it was on Lifetime!), so he heads over to the lobby lounge. Ordered some food and a couple beers.
For some reason, he felt like 10 pm was a great time for some ice cream. So he goes to the food court and gets some at the counter. Thanks the woman and walks off. It wasn't until the was half out the door that she calls out to him that he needs to pay for that.
You really can't take him anywhere. I have a few more stories like this one coming up.
I'm still awake so we share the ice cream. Talk for a bit and then fall asleep.
So what have we accomplished? Not a lot except getting drunk and watching football. Don't dispair. The week is still early, my friends.
Next up...Day 2: How to pull off wearing an undershirt at Disney. And how to turn into a redneck with just the clothes in your closet!
The Whining, the Dispersment of Cash and the Longest Day of My Life.
or
The Drive-down, the Check-in and the Watching of Too Much Football.
Cast of Characters:
Me, 28 - GIS Market Analyst, Disney vet who likes to whine, overpacks and is long-winded (you'll see)
Kory, fiance, 28 - Asst. Golf Course Superintendent, Disney Newbie who also likes to whine and overpacks. A man of few words, but get a beer in him and he makes friends with everyone. Even LSU fans.
When we last left the heroine, she was plotting, planning and manipulating her future.
Would she be able to convince her soon-to-be husband that Disney World is and will forever be the most special place on earth? That you never need to travel to Hawaii, Canada or Asia when you have the Poly, Epcot's World Showcase and Kali River Rapids?
Can she...show him the World?
Well if we decide that based on what happened in the beginning of the trip, that's a big Negatore Skeletore.
What needed to happen (you have to read this fast because I only had about 2 afternoons to fit this all in):
Buy all of Kory's smaller birthday gifts (to be gifted each day of the trip by a plush Mickey & Minnie), get car washed, buy bagels, PB&J samich stuff, other grocery items, wash the dog, buy film, clean the house, get a New! Secret! Birthday! Radio! installed for the man of the hour, drop the dog off at my sisters, write a note for the cat's pet sitter, finish some laundry, pack our clothes...
What really happened:
Nothing.
Actually, that's not totally true. I did get most of his smaller gifts. But everything went to dog poo when I got sick the night before the night before we left.
That wasn't a typo...you following?
I was up the entire night vomiting, stomach aches, etc. So that meant that Friday I was totally out of commission. The New! Secret! Birthday! Radio! didn't get installed, the grocery store was selling my items to someone else, the dog stunk, the cat sitter was clueless....
You get the idea.
Fortunately, my fiance is a sweetie and took care of most of the stuff, like getting his own New! Secret! Birthday! Radio! installed, driving the dog to my sister's (an hour away), packing his own clothes
etc.What a trooper.
So finally, here we go! We decided to get up at 4 am so we could be on the road before the rest of...well, this is Atlanta, so...everyone else on the planet. I'm pretty sure that the government has automated cars with no one in them just to make our commutes worse. I think its some carpool scam.
We were on the road by a little after 5 although most of the trip down is a huge blur since I was in the backseat laying down, whining and carrying on. I finally got up near Ashburn, GA where we stopped at a McDonalds for breakfast. Still not feeling 100%, I just ordered a hot water and made my favorite tea.
Yes, that's right. I pack my own tea bags.
There were some strange characters at this MickeyDs. There was a group of ladies sitting near the counter yelling back and forth with the ladies behind the counter. A older farmer-looking fella and his woman who gave me the death stare as I walked in.
What, do I have headlights? Lay off, I'm only here for a minute.
We made it a point to get our stuff and go. Back in the car, I take out Delswife's trip report I had printed. All 80 pages. This should keep me occupied til Orlando. Who are we kidding, probably to Key West.
The drive is pretty boring. We stop for gas near High Springs, FL, just north of Gainesville. I used to live here and hadn't been back since I left, so it was neat to see my exit, my favorite gas station, my favorite ramp. That was about it since we were going 85 mph.
It was about 11 am and right before we hit the turnpike that we decided to stop at a Popeyes for lunch.
The restaurant was inside a convenience store that was so big, they pin your name and home address to your shirt in case you get lost. Off we went into the restaurant and ordered some spicy chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, biscuits and two drinks. We go to sit down at one of the tables and my fiance (who happily follows the 5-second food-drop rule and even has extended it to 10-seconds on certain items) remarks that the place looks dirty and maybe we not touch our mouth to anything that's not wrapped in plastic.
Alright, honey. I'll lick the table at the next restaurant we go to.
As you already know, the chicken was blah. And I wasn't feeling well still, so I ate about 10%. Or was it 15%? I should really check my report.
Food for thought: Have you ever tried to eat fried chicken with a spork?
Well enough of Popeyes. Off we go and somehow I'm driving now. He wants to take a nap.
Doesn't he know I'm sick? Just to serve him right, I miss my exit onto HWY 27 and have to take I-4 in. Ha! That's what you get!
We get closer and I'm starting to feel the excitement build. Since I was sick, I hadn't had a chance to really think about my upcoming trip. In fact, I spent an entire day NOT on DISboards!
Oh the humanity!
As we get into Orlando, I want to know if he's getting as excited as I am. He wants to know why I woke him from a perfectly good nap.
Finally we pull into POFQ. I just love this resort. I love the theming here and it's always pretty quiet. Except near the pool.
Our room number is like 326 or something. A building right next to the lobby area and really close to both bars.
That's an important fact for later.
Our room is ready so we haul all 47 bags up. Ok, that's an exagerration. I like to round up to the nearest 47. We have plans to head to the ESPN Club after a while. UGA is playing LSU and Kory wants to be there to make LSU friends, witness the embarrassing smack-down and subsequently rub the win in their face. Until then, we decide to chill out for a bit.
Actually, I decide that we chill out. I just had to drive one hour. I need a four-hour nap now.
While he's watching some foreplay (not porn, but the football games that you don't really care about, but come on before your game. You watch them because you're getting into the football mood), I go to the food court to get some fruit and the best snack food on Disney property...a mickey-head rice crispie treat.
Yeah, you know I'm right.
I also stop by the pool bar and grab him a Budweiser. What's foreplay without beer, I ask?
Back to the room, he's still involved with his foreplay so I nibble on my snack and get under the covers. I'll never be able to fall asleep, even with football on. So I check over some very important Disney reading material.
You know, resort maps, the parking pass, the phone instruction guide. Anything with Disney written on it.
Finally we decide to head over to the ESPN Club. We self-park at the Boardwalk and walk up the driveway. I just love this resort.
I love the theming and its always pretty quiet. Except by the Boardwalk.
We make our way to ESPN Club and try to get a table in the bar. Neither of us is that hungry and we hate to take up a table in the main area. Alas, that is all there is. So we are seated at a table and our server Dereyk brings us some beer and a pina colada.
Here is where he watches some random football and I feign interest. Let's skip all this.
Once the UGA-LSU game is on, we realize we got crapped on. Apparently someone thinks ND is a more important team and deserves audio. Humph. Even I, feigning-interest-woman, at least wants to hear the game.
So Kory runs over to the bar and realizes its playing over there. He finds a table in the back and asks some nearby LSU fans to hold it for us.
See what I'm saying. First comes the friendship...
We thank Dereyk and pay our tab. We have a seat and sweetly thank the LSU fans. We watch this game for what seems like forever. In the meantime, Kory orders a pitcher of beer. I order a pulled pork samich and another pina colada.
If I've gotta watch football, at least I can be drunk for it.
This is Kory at our new bar table. Looks quite content, doesn't he?
Anywho, the samich and fries were good. My colada even better. At one point I get up to check out the gift shop but come back empty handed. Nothing I want has ESPN stamped on it.
As we are watching the game, we come to notice High-Five Woman. She's in her 30's, well dressed and obviously left her kids with her parents or something. I'm sure she was drinking a sangria or other girly drink. She's watching the game too and every time LSU does something remotely good, she high-fives every single guy she is with. I think we saw her do it about 47 times. Ok, that's an exagerration. We all know LSU didn't do 47 good things. So after a while, we start doing it too, high-fiving each other and shouting a cheesy, "Yeah!"
I know. We're mean. But this is why I don't high-five. Women aren't supposed to, they look silly. It's a guy thing. They don't buy tampons, we don't high-five. It's a right of sex-specific passage and must be segregated at all times.
Anyway, remember when I said I was sick with a stomach ache. Well now I have lingering pain. Like someone drop-kicked me over the table. And no, I don't deserve it! So I walk over to the General Store and buy some Motrin.
Just two bucks for 4 pills. What a deal!
By the time I get back, the game is pretty much over. He has made his "We kicked your butt" rounds, they threw leftover french fries at him. We walk the Boardwalk for a few and decide to go back home. I feel pretty badly still and just want to go to bed.
I know you are wondering. By this time I am sober and am able to drive home. Thanks for caring, though.
Once back in the room, Kory wants to cuddle. Sorry ladies, I don't have the man of the century. It's not actual cuddling. It's watching more football even after your game is over because you're not ready to let go of your football day. Well I want to watch Goodfellas instead (I swear it was on Lifetime!), so he heads over to the lobby lounge. Ordered some food and a couple beers.
For some reason, he felt like 10 pm was a great time for some ice cream. So he goes to the food court and gets some at the counter. Thanks the woman and walks off. It wasn't until the was half out the door that she calls out to him that he needs to pay for that.
You really can't take him anywhere. I have a few more stories like this one coming up.
I'm still awake so we share the ice cream. Talk for a bit and then fall asleep.
So what have we accomplished? Not a lot except getting drunk and watching football. Don't dispair. The week is still early, my friends.
Next up...Day 2: How to pull off wearing an undershirt at Disney. And how to turn into a redneck with just the clothes in your closet!
