It's been months in the making, but I have finally broken down and joined the Disboards. Facebook may soon follow. We'll see.
For the three or so people reading along with this PTR, I'm Tom AKA Johnny No Pants. Don't worry, I do routinely wear pants. In fact I'm quite modest, I just packed poorly for a trip to Foxwoods casino and had to awkwardly compromise modesty for comfort in our coed hotel room. Thank you, Coreysmom for the nickname!
Let's see, my Disney history. Well, my first trip was in 1997 with my high school band. NERD ALERT! Yes, my music director scored us a gig playing a short set at the MK one afternoon during Magic Music Days. Imagine 15 year old Tom, with his still-unchanged voice and terrible Beatles haircut, lugging his giant baritone sax, that at that point was almost as tall as him, all the way to Disney for a glorious performance in front of the castle that would ignite his fiery passion for all things Disney for years to come. Sadly, we were rained out and relocated to what I believe was the Boardwalk. Or Downtown Disney. Who knows, it was 13 years ago. Despite the downgrade still an amazing time.
And of course, being a school group, we were hooked up with plush accomodations at the All Star Music Resort. Having never been away on a vacation, let me tell you, this place might as well have been the Grand Floridian to me. In retrospect, the rooms were small, and we were four teenage boys sharing one room (two of which were my brothers...yes, a FAMILY of band nerds!) so things may have gotten a little untidy, but it was still amazing. We spent a lot of time in the piano pool which pumped that horrible Sophie B Hawkins song on endless loop. You know the one, "As I lay me down to sleep blah blah blah". ARGH! That song still drives me a little batty.
The rest of my Disney history is shared with most others going on this trip, so I won't repeat what's already been discussed, but to summarize:
2008: Two words-Bob Lavender. LOVED that house, but, much to Scott MC's delight, I am 99% an on-property convert. Other highlights include being the clear winner of Around the World by being the most lucid and still having room for a martini at the California Grill that night. Also, Coreysmom and I sprinting (and I don't run...ever...clearly) across the park in Hurricane Fay to get on Space Mountain one last time before park closing, while Prof Bicycle and Scott Mc sauntered behind. They bask in smug victory, however, as despite their lethargy in getting there, they did indeed get to be the last two riders of the evening, but Coreysmom and I know the ride meant more to us.
2009: The year of the magical upgrade. Royal Palm Club at the GF, baby! I didn't know this existed. Walking into check-in we were whisked away by Frank past the desk. I was confused, but Scott started to get all excited and trembling while saying "It's happening! It's happening!" There may have been jumping and girlish squealing once we were shown our room.
Since Scott's doing a TR for the 2009 trip, I'll leave it at that. He's a better writer than I am anyways. Get crackin, Scott Mc!
And in the time it took me to write this, my laundry is done and needs to be folded, so no more tonight. Here's the laundry emoticon for your enjoyment.

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