Chapter 2: I'll Get That Kid To Eat. Where's My Screwdriver And My Plumber's Helper?
How do the little piggies eat?
“Sleeping in” typically means we make it all the way to 7:00 a.m.
Parenthood. Every parent
everywhere cannot sleep past 7am.
before the baby starts yelling for someone to get him out of the crib and I have to wake Julie up to have her go deal with the problem.
Very magnanimous of you.
Well, Drew is always calling for “Mommy”, you know. I’d certainly go if he was calling for me.
Sure. Sure. That's just plain ol' logic right there.
We were showered and dressed and out the door by 8:00
Thus demonstrating without actually saying it that we were indeed, sans kids.
grab our morning coffee and breakfast at the Joffrey’s stand there
Never heard of this.
Then again, it's been decades since I went to the TTC other than to transfer from one monorail to another.
It’s not an official Disney vacation unless you ride the monorail, you know.
This is a maxim.
Yeah, I could get used to that. Just for reference, here’s how close we were to the Magic Kingdom ferry:
Nice.
They had some seasonal holiday offerings, and one of them was a peppermint mocha, which is Julie’s kryptonite.
So she was laying there helpless?
She got that, I got some gingerbread creation, plus some pastries, and we got over-charged to the tune of $18 for breakfast. So it was just like being at Starbucks, only this coffee wasn’t nasty.
You think that's bad. Have you seen the prices for breakfast at BOG?
We headed straight for the monorail to Epcot, still loving the fact that it was such an easy and convenient walk. And then we were turned right around by the CM’s standing guard who informed us that the monorail wasn’t running yet that morning and they didn’t know when it would be online.
Nooooo!!!!!
Shoulda used the kryptonite on them.
So we made a more difficult and less convenient walk to the bus stop by the Great Ceremonial House to get the Epcot bus.
Crap. Even with my VIP bus pass, I'd be sad.
When one of the guys is in the World, we’ll often see a “Where in the World am I?” photo of something obscure and then everyone will try and guess where it is. So I decided to play along with a brain-teaser of my own.
I can't tell. I'm thinking the two garbage cans to the far left are a clue.
Best response went to Barry, aka
@FreezinRafiki , who suggested I was ready to tee it up on the Magnolia course.
Oh. Okay. Now I know.
We’d wanted to experience the full ride, designing our own car and everything. And we knew the only chance to do that without a colossal wait would be now.
Of course. Because the next time you'll have kids and there's no way you'll be able to do any of it.
Even first thing in the morning, the standby wait was already posted at 25 minutes.
That escalated rapidly.
I have a Master’s Degree in Civil Engineering, and I work directly in the highway transportation field. I have 17 years’ experience in road design. I know every bit of the engineering process down cold, from concept all the way through construction. And I learned on this morning that I suck at designing cars.
So knew that was coming.
You did something silly didn't you? Tried to use logic?
Or something with a little more kick: plutonium!
Or kryptonite!
Dude. My 15 year old DD designed a
much nicer car.
You really do suck.
But at least you still get to ride just under the speed limit.

Mentioned that myself I believe.
It feels much faster, though, doesn’t it?

Low to the ground, no roof.
From there, we started scouting Mouse Gear for some gift ideas for the kids, looking for the perfect way to buy our way back into their hearts upon our return.

You haven't figured out the secret to no stress touring without kids?
Don't worry about getting anything. Just tell them when you got there it was closed.
(Do not show them pictures of your trip.)
Heh. That one's my favourite.
I took this one just for
@pkondz :

Although I note that both you and I have seen this sign... with no sign of Brussels sprouts.
Perhaps they got wise and yanked them all out.
All that's left is the sign. Sort of a reminder of the evil that men do.
We didn’t get the front row this time, but Julie doesn’t like being that far off the ground, so she was ok with that.
Does it really make a difference?
Once the ride starts (apart from overhead foot odour) they all feel equally high, don't they?
Or is it a psychological thing?
And we experienced the magic of flying over California just under someone’s dangling feet.
Lovely. That's why I always ask for the top row and I'm more than happy to wait if necessary.
Soarin’ gets my vote as best ride music in Walt Disney World.
That's so weird. I can't really remember it. Too engrossed in the video to pay enough attention to the audio.
Being a movie geek, it helps to know that it was written by the late, great Jerry Goldsmith, who wrote powerhouse scores in Hollywood for decades (such as Alien, Star Trek, Chinatown, Patton, and First Blood).
Huh! Did not know that. Going to have to make a note to pay better attention.
We decided that Nemo was typically a fast-loading ride, so we hopped in line there.
It didn’t load that fast. I think it was posted as a 20-minute wait, and it felt like it took every single one of those minutes to get to the ride.
Really! I've never even seen another guest in there.
Anyway, the ride is cute. Nothing special to me, but I think it’s worth doing just to see the characters projected into the large aquarium at the end. That’s such a cool effect.

I remember the first time I saw that.
And yes. Very cool.
the Tier 2 category leaves you with some slim pickings. We went with Spaceship Earth.
Pretty standard. "Well, we have to pick
something. How about SE?"
As always, you must take the opportunity when riding the Big Golf Ball to class the place up a bit.

Not bad. Not bad.
I usually try too hard... and my photo doesn't show up.
Or that might be the reflection off of my ever-growing forehead.
You and me both, brother.
"Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn...the clean, cool chill of the holiday air..."
Mickey Mouse in a bathrobe...
And schnitzel. What, you thought I was going to say something else?
Possibly. If you'd misspelled "schnitzel" a bit you would've.
Our lunch destination was another new experience for us. We entered the Biergarten.

I've not eaten at that many restaurants (especially compared to those who go to WDW frequently) but that's one place I've been to... three times? Four? Three. I think.
No photos because we were sitting with strangers and give into peer pressure easily.
Wimp! Where's our picture!
(Interesting to note. Taking photos of food and posting it is illegal in Germany.)
I loaded up on sausage, pork schnitzel, cheese spätzle, and of course pretzel rolls with beer cheese sauce.
mmmmmm...
We enjoyed talking to the couple across from us, although we did have a slight panic moment when the husband mentioned that he was “getting sick” of Disney.
He what the what?
You mean, that can happen?? Turns out they were retired and his wife kept wanting to come back, so this was their 7th visit over the last 10 years or so. This might be blasphemy here on the boards, but I can understand the desire for some variety. Still, I didn’t think it was actually possible to get tired of Disney World.
Yeah. I'd prefer some variety too.
WDW is great, but... there's a whole world out there.
I am a sucker for any pastry with apple filling.
Yes! Nothing better... except when it's not that good, I suppose. But usually!
Now I ask for that in place of a birthday cake every year.
Nope. Still gotta have cake... but that does sound good.
Can I have a cake (with candles of course) have a slice, then chow down on apple pie?
Raisins???
Blech. Why would you ruin a perfectly good dessert by putting dead grapes in it? I even have some (weird) friends who like raisins, and yet I have still never heard anyone utter the sentence, “Oh, good, this has raisins in it.” It’s always a more neutral, “Oh…this has raisins in it.”
Oh, good! Raisins in the strudel. Just the way I like it.
(sorry. chink in the armour.)
Peer pressure or not, I performed emergency surgery with a butter knife while our new Louisiana friends looked on in bemusement (or maybe it was polite disgust).
Oh, sure.
That you'll do.
Thankfully, the patient survived and was perfectly edible after that.
And then was consumed and died anyway.
Hardly worth saving in the first place.
But we both agreed that Boma was tops on the meal ranking thus far.
Interesting. I'm surprised and not surprised.
Julie conquers a ride! A DIS meet! More decorations! And if that’s not enough to make you come back, we have pyrotechnics!
Sounds good!