Thanks for the replies! My major was Comparative Arts with a minor in Ancient History. My major was basically liberal arts, how music, art, literature, and theatre have interacted and influenced each other throughout history. My main focus was art history, and that's what I'm gonna focus on in postgraduate education.
I knew you could find me, pooksma! Hopefully now some of these folks'll read the pre-trippie.
Ok, back to the report...
The overall plan for this trip was simple. Mike and I flew down on Sunday, May 4 to spend a few days at SSR just the two of us. Mom was joining us on May 8 and we were switching to OKW. She would be driving down, and then the three of us would drive back on May 14. Easy peasy, right?

Not once the gods of transportation got through with us! Muahahahahaha!!
Ahem. Pardon me. Our plane was departing at 9:25, so Mom was picking us up at 7:45. Something inside me said, "That's too late. Tell her earlier." But I kept my mouth shut and just nodded. It was a Sunday, after all, so there wouldn't be any traffic. When she got there I had some things I had to put in the suitcase (which she knew ahead of time), but it ended up taking like 15 minutes, so we didn't leave til 8.
Mike and i hadn't had time for breakfast, and I pitched a minor (very minor) fit when I saw her Starbucks cup. She said we could go, but I insisted we didn't have time. She insisted we did, so off we went. I must've said 6 times that we didn't have time, including when Mike and I were walking up to the Starbucks, standing in the Starbucks, and returning to the car *with* our Starbucks. I wanted to make myself clear, I guess.
Mom had meant to stop by the bank the night before to get me some cash (there was a whole big mess up with my debit card; it doesn't bear repeating), but we were all SO tired the night before that she dropped us off, then went home and crashed. I couldn't blame her for that, since that's what Mike and I did! She stopped at the ATM on the way to pick us up, but the ATM at our shiny, brand-new Wachovia was out of service!

Excellent timing. So we spent about 10 minutes looking for an ATM near the airport. You'd think there'd be one, but no dice.
Finally I said forget it, I'd give her the cash I got for graduation to get her through until Wednesday, and she could just give me her debit card. Plus Mike had cash and his credit cards. We agreed on that, but we got to the airport at about 8:40. By the time we got in line to check in, it was 8:45. By the time we got to an attendant it was 8:50. You can't check in less than 45 minutes before your departure time, so we'd missed our flight!!
She put us on standby for the 11:20 flight, but I realized later that if she'd been doing her job more thoroughly she could have done 2 things. 1, LOOKED to see that there was not a SINGLE OPEN SEAT for the rest of the day until 10:20pm. 2, told us that while we'd technically missed the 9:25 flight, we could still hop over to the gate and ask if they could board us. That's what an agent at a ticketing desk told us later... after we'd not gotten on the 11:20, 1:25, and 2:30 flights.
After we missed the 1:25 flight, a ticketing agent booked me on the 10:20 flight, so at least I knew I had a seat sometime that day. We were still on standby for the other flights, but because they were overbooked for every flight, the overbooked people kept getting bumped ahead of us on the standby list. Also, somehow, Mike got pushed *off* the standby list altogether!!
At the 4:20 flight a bunch of people were standing at the gate, so Mike and I popped up there to see what was going on. She asked our names. She saw me on the standby list, but not Mike!

She knew they had 5 no-shows and 4 people standing at her desk, so she just told us to get on the plane and find empty seats. I found one quickly, Mike found one at the *very* back row (which, of course, I didn't know), the other man found one in the middle, then I hear... "Do we have another seat? I have two people, one seat!" I was like, "If that is Michael, I swear he will be sitting on my lap! We are NOT getting off this plane!!" It was the other man's wife, though, and she found a seat at the front.
We were finally on a plane. We'd been at the airport since 8:45 that morning, and our plane took off about about 4:45pm. I have never been so happy to be on an airplane!!
We landed at MCO and headed to the Magical Express desk. We were told in Charlotte that our luggage had taken the 2:30 flight (good of it...), so at the ME desk they told us it was either at the resort or otw. We waited 10ish minutes or so for our bus, then were seated in air conditioned comfort to watch the movie.
There was no line at SSR check in, and the only problems we had were I thought the reservation was under my mom's name (long day), and they wouldn't let us put my credit card on my KTTW card and Mike's credit card on his. Now I know that we've split up the KTTW cards before, but the CM at check-in told us that they could split our bill when we checked out. *sigh* Oh well.
We were never so happy as when we saw...
We were in the Springs area, per my request, and on the top floor. I'd requested a high floor, and since the buildings are only 4 stories, this was perfect.
The living room... (with Mike's butt)
The bedroom...
We were very impressed with quality of the furnishings at SSR. Really lovely. I have a bajillion more pics if anyone's interested.
I called my mom (who was having major guilt attacks) to tell her we were there safe and sound. We'd missed our 7:15 Raglan Road ADR, and if we'd realized that you can get pizza delivered at SSR, we'd've done that! As it was about 8:30, we decided to go ahead and drag our worn-out butts to the Turf Club (they close at 9). We waited about 5 minutes, then were lead to a table for two in the very back corner of the restaurant. It would've been fine, except there was a large table with three very loud, tired kids right behind us. I know, kids are everywhere at Disney... but the father was really preachy to them, and it was annoying in our half-drunk-with-tiredness state.
We enjoyed our food (you can read about it in the dining report), but service was a bit slow. We told our waitress we weren't on the dining plan, but she brought us a dining plan receipt when I charged to the room. I'd never seen one before, so I was really confused. I was like, "Normally it just works like a regular credit card. Why did we get 40000 pieces of paper!?" Maybe on a less tired night I would've been ok... though it would've been nice if she'd explained it a little. We managed that hurdle successfully, though, and we made it back to our room to crash.
I took this pic on the way back...
Next up: DHS for the travel-weary.