We were a little rusty at this whole “traveling without the kids” thing.
Don't worry. Pretty sure it'll grow on you.
I’m one of the few people left in America who still actually enjoys air travel.
Actually... I do too.
Nope, it wasn’t the baby. We secured him in his car seat and drove to my parents’ house.
And you didn't leave him there?!?!? OMG! He's still in the car!!!!
It’s 106 miles to Baltimore, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark…and we’re wearing sunglasses.
You're on a mission from God.
Actually, it was 86 miles, the tank was 75% full, neither of us smokes, and there was bright sunlight. But we were wearing sunglasses.
Still counts. Close enough.
As soon as we left the development and hit the open road, I floored the gas pedal to leave the shackles of responsibility behind.
Shortly thereafter, I was pulled over to the side of a road speaking with a gentleman wearing a hat and wearing a revolver.
Julie and I couldn’t stop grinning at each other.
![good vibes :goodvibes :goodvibes](http://www.wdwinfo.com/images/smilies/goodvibes.gif)
I just love that mental image.
The baby’s car seat.
Still in the car. We didn’t leave it at my parents’ house.
:headache D'oh!
Oh, well. Beats the alternative.
my mother drove out to meet us halfway at a gas station we’d passed on the way out of town.
That sure was nice of her!
grabbed our first gourmet meal of the trip at the Arby’s in the BWI food court.
You know what? I think it
is a gourmet meal.
At least to me, any meal in an airport seems to taste better because it means you're going!
Hey, even Arby’s tastes good when you’re not differentiating 6 different orders, silencing the whiny kid who would rather eat at McDonald’s, strapping the baby into a high chair too with a belt that doesn’t seem to stretch far enough to close securely, and racing to grab napkins to wipe up the spilled Pepsi.
And that too.
Speaking of Pepsi, Julie ordered a Diet Pepsi with her meal. The guy at the counter asked if she’d tried the new Diet Pepsi yet. It’s now aspartame-free. Julie said no, so he said he’d give her a sample in a tiny Dixie cup. She took a sip, and immediately made the Beverly face. Then she ordered a regular Pepsi.
Not having the Pepsi feeling, huh?
So now we know that the (very thin) line separating diet sodas and Beverly is in fact aspartame. I was never one to tempt fate by drinking that diet crap anyway, though.
Ditto.
Ruby drinks that stuff, but me? Nope.
Hi-test please.
Julie and I are too cheap for that, so we checked in precisely 24 hours ahead of the flight time and still got stuck in the back of the B group. Oh, well. We got to sit together, and that’s all that mattered.
Reminds me...
A blond (my DSis is a blond, so I try to tell her as many of these as I can. She hates them.) gets on a plane bound for Boston and sits in first class. The flight attendant asks to see her boarding pass and tells her that she's in the wrong seat, she's supposed to be in coach. The blond refuses to move.
The flight attendant again tells her she's in the wrong seat, and again the blond refuses to move. The flight attendant tries to cajole, threaten, plead... nothing. So she tells the captain. The pilot nods sagely and goes over to the blond. He leans over and whispers something in her ear. The blond immediately gets up and rushes back into coach and her assigned seat. "Wow!" Says the flight attendant. "What did you say to get her to move?"
"Simple." Says the pilot. "I just told her that coach was going Boston, but 1st class was going to New York."
2 hours and a few chapters of a decent book later, we could see palm trees outside of our window.
Does that ever get old? I’ll answer that for you: no. No, it doesn’t.
No. It most definitely does not.
Especially in winter.
I’ll never understand why everyone on a plane stands up as soon as the plane arrives at the gate.
There
is a reason.
I tend to sit for the entire flight. And now, as I've gotten older and my back's gotten worse, after the flight lands and the seatbelt sign goes off, I like to get up and stretch. I know I'm stuck, but I'm not in a rush. I just feel like standing.
Before, I'd just sit and laugh at all the standees, too.
and my daughter Sarah is the World’s Biggest Harry Potter Fan (as determined by a biased non-scientific family poll),
Sure. Seems reasonable.
This is going to be interesting when we finally break down and take her to Universal Studios. I should start applying for loans now.
And a line of credit.
Possibly sell your soul, too.
we skipped the baggage claim (that never gets old, either)
![yes ::yes:: ::yes::](http://www.wdwinfo.com/images/smilies/yes.gif)
But I do it for entirely different reasons.
I try (when traveling solo) to just have a carry-on.
When I use DME, I usually have to pick up my bag because they don't offer the bag pick up after 10pm. which is usually when I'd arrive.
Just ahead of us there was a massive crowd of people, easily 50 or so, walking slowly and blocking our path.
Try kicking the backs of their legs.
Thankfully, they stopped short of the ME lines to re-group, so we audibled to a jet sweep and broke into the open field, just like the Eagles when they—sorry, bad example. Just like a team with a functional running back and offensive line.
The ME desk gave us our first chance to use the Magic Bands at the “tapstiles” (®@pkondz).
You're welcome.
We had not paid for the Express Bus Pass, but somehow we lucked out and the bus pulled away within a couple minutes of boarding.
Uh, huh. We'll see how far that gets you.
We lucked out again: the Polynesian Resort was the first stop.
score!
Julie and I got off the bus and immediately got le—uh, the greeter gave us leis and greeted us with a warm Aloha!
I know you were joking there, but I had no idea that happened at the Poly. Nice!
I’m not sure what it is, but all Disney resorts and buildings smell the same.
Eau de We-will-get-all-your-money
Who is that? She looks similar to this woman who always has a bunch of kids hanging around.
As you can see, Moorea is in the upper-right corner of the property. We would soon learn that our room was in the farthest corner of the farthest building from the main lobby.
That's known as "intimate".
So we stood and watched the fire-dancers for a bit. I love these little bits of magic. It’s what makes Disney, Disney.
We finally entered the Moorea building near the Men In Black exam chairs:
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Only problem is the carpet, so when you drag that little table over, it doesn't make the scrrreeeeech sound.
I loved the art on the wall next to the pull-down bed under the TV:
Me too!
And you can’t beat a tiki lamp.
Well, you can. But then you have to pay for it.
Please. I don't need to know what "art" you made in the bathroom.
It was at this point that we made a discovery: instead of being a liability, our location at the very end of the Moorea building was actually a blessing in disguise. We were less than a 5-minute walk from the Transportation and Ticket Center, which made it very easy to move around the resort.
Fringe benefit!
and enjoying this view as we floated towards the Magic Kingdom:
Wow. That's nice. Must remember that for next time.
I think it was at this point that I wrapped Julie in my arms and said something to the effect of, “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”
There, our bus luck immediately ran out as we sat and waited for about fifteen minutes. Maybe that Express Bus Pass is only offered in Canada.
It's available everywhere and is very easy to get.
But I'm not allowed to say how.
Eventually, we arrived at the Animal Kingdom Lodge. That’s one of my favorite buildings ever.
I put it at #3 on my list behind Aulani and WL.
The theme there is second to none.
See previous comment.
Is that carved wood????
You know what? Let’s just never leave.
Said everyone at Disney all the time.
We’ve never eaten here, because our children are not adventurous eaters.
We did. With our non-adventurous children.
I think I was the only one who didn't eat nothing but mac n cheese.
Ok, fine. I’m not an adventurous eater.
This should be interesting.
Might as well be brussels sprouts mixed with rat poison.
I would think the rat poison would improve it.
However, the server recommended a soup called mulligatawny,
Then I loaded up on meat and starches, like a proper Ugly American should.
Julie has a slightly broader palate.
Oh, sure. You won't mention her age, but you'll comment on her "broad palate".
I went for several helpings, since it’s a buffet and you have to make sure you get good value for your money.
Yep. Even if it makes you sick, you have to do it.
As far as the mulligatawney goes, I liked it ok. But it had some heat to it, and I couldn't taste any apples or sweetness at all.
Apples or sweetness surprises me. But it's supposed to have heat.
Julie declared zebra domes her new favorite thing ever,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
zzzzeeeeeeeeebbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaa ddddddddddoooooooommmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeessssssssss.............
My wife had not had a hot meal in thirteen years.
Since the children are absent, allow me to fill in...
"Ew! You're holding hands! Ew! Stop it!"
I have to say, if you can’t be in the park itself, watching the fireworks from the ferry proved to be a pretty spectacular location.
Gorgeous.
Seeing the entire sky light up, reflected on the water, was a fantastic start to our mini-vacation.
I bet!
We went back to the Great Ceremonial House to wander the lobby and the shops, and just enjoy the fact that (pinch us!) we were actually staying at the Polynesian Village Resort.
<pinch!>
I wasn’t sure I’d be happy with the new lobby since they’d removed the big waterfall garden, but now that I’ve seen it, I like the new one better. It’s more roomy and bright, and seems to fit a deluxe resort a little better.
Interesting. I only vaguely remember... wait... come to think of it...
We went straight from the monorail to... I think it was Kona? and back.
So I've never seen the lobby.
I guess along with these milestone birthdays come more frequent brain farts.
Get used to it.
Coming Up Next: Experimental Prototype Christmas Decorations.
Looking forward to it!