Why Is That Princess In MY Castle And Where's My Dole Whip? A Trip Report (TAKE TWO)

[jmamom]

Yay, Tink's back! So glad to hear you are doing better!!!!

 

[TarzansKat]

WOO HOO!!!!!

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

After moseying down Main Street, thankfully still sans migraine, we felt the pull, the pull of ADVENTURE! Or maybe it was just a slight pull to the left. Or maybe I tripped over my feet, bumped into Missy and we just stumbled in the general direction towards the Crystal Palace.

Actually, all that's a lie. A big fat fib.
We went left and I know why.
Because I ALWAYS go left on my first day in the MK. Something I did when I visited with my grandparents and a little private tribute I continue to this day. So, thus was our heading:

Unbeknownst to us we were both in the need of some terrible humor because we headed STRAIGHT for the Jungle Cruise. Weird. I never head right for that ride. I'm of the opinion that it was two universal forces pulling us. They were this:

The wait for that puppy is NEVER under 6 years!!!

and this:

THAT, my friends, is Taylor and Taylor is freakin' hilarious.
We all know that it takes an appreciation of a certain type of humor (ahem, the bad kind) to get and enjoy the Jungle Cruise spiel, and moreso, the shall we say, artistic liberties some of the captains take with said spiel. Taylor was right on, and, we agreed, not bad on the eye. His humor was dry and cynical and right up our alley.

What was NOT up my alley was my seat. Missy and I were two of the last-ish people on the boat and I have a note in my trip notebook (which, by the way, is the only reason I can write such a detailed report almost 11 MONTHS after the trip - I know, sorry) that simply says, "Lady WOULD NOT SHARE." Missy was in an outside seat and I was sitting on one of the "crates" that serves as a middle seat, if be sitting you mean I had approximately 6 centimeters of my behind on a painful corner of said "crate". The woman seated next to me was close enough that I felt like maybe I should get her number. And take her out to dinner. And introduce her to my parents. She had no idea what personal space meant. Nor "excuse me" as she blatantly ignored me when I tried to politely shimmy for more room. Have you ever done the polite shimmy? It's awkward and embarrassing and even moreso when it doesn't work. Add to the fact that the person sitting at my back on the opposite side of the crate felt it necessary to keep their backpack on for the WHOLE ride and I actually would've preferred to just ride on Missy's lap, being jibed by Taylor and his arid humor the whole way.

This is the face of "Seat Enjoyment" on Missy's part:

As it was, Taylor happened to pick on my friend, the crate hogger, and she didn't get it. Just clueless. When everyone laughed, she raised an eyebrow and stared at the backside of water. I gave Taylor a look that he might have read as "Ooo! Pick me! Pick me! Throw me overboard!" but alas he didn't and about 12 minutes later I was trying to nonchalantly massage feeling into a small corner of my right cheek.

After traversing the Nile and the Amazon and the, is it the Meekong? ...

(The Cambodian temples are my favorite part and probably one of my favorite pieces of Disney architecture ever!)

We were still wanting to get our "boat" on, only in a decidedly different fashion. We headed further into the Land of Adventure and straight over to Pirates of the Caribbean. I actually think that as we passed the Enchanted Tiki Room, Missy and I had a convo that went something like this:
Missy: What's that?
Me: The Enchanted Tiki Room.
Missy: Oh yeah? What's it got?
Me: Enchanted birds and flowers and a really ticked off Tiki Goddess.
Missy: No Johnny Depp?
Me: Nope.
Missy: Done and done.

We headed into PotC, which is the ride that, in my mind always either has a 0 minute wait or a 90 minute wait and wended our way through the never ending cue. (NOFalcor). So, random factoid about me - I have a hard time with a change from bright light to dim/dark lighting, particularly since my first complex migraine. And given the morning's events, my light sensitivity was a little heightened...but regardless...am I the only darned person who feels like they're going to walk smack into a wall during parts of that queue???!!! Seriously. I held Missy's hands.

She loves me. Thank GOD.

When we got to the ramp I witnessed another phenomenon which is no stranger to me and yet I've never understood - we walked down a ramp where NO ONE was waiting for a boat (and ended up in the front row, WOOHOO!) and on the other side, on the other ramp, there was probably a line of 50 people waiting. I blame the heat and the disorienting darkness on people's deductive reasoning skills for such flagrantly bad line choices.

This would be my first time riding PotC with the new effects/anamatronics.
Yeah, only Davy Jones was out of commission.
I was disappointed. I had really been looking forward to seeing that effect as it had been highly praised by most who'd reviewed it.
Our boats actually got a little stopped up just before the small plunge at the begnning and I have two passing observances:
1.) It's really quite chilly right there! and
2.) It's a little nerve-wracking being stuck there and praying to God there is no boat at the bottom and that the boat behind you doesn't follow to soon.
Anywho...
Thankfully, Jack Sparrow was exactly where he was supposed to be in all cases and we both thoroughly enjoyed his presence and rather rum-soaked rantings.

After pillaging with the pirates we both heard a rumble...but not of thunder...of our bellies. After trekking around like an explorer/pirate I was feeling a little brave and was willing to entrust my sensitive belly with food. And not just any food, Pecos Bill's food. Given how sick I was feeling, it sounds crazy, I know, but I'm an all or nothing kind of gal, you know? So in we went and here's what we ended up with:

So, cheeseburgers and fries and a cookie and pudding. And the electric yellow stuff is the cheese sauce from the toppings bar, which was, in fact, fantastic.
While some people report Bill's to be hit or miss, I've never had an issue, this visit included. We were pretty easily able to find a seat in the center room and were soon joined by a family of 2 adults and about 76 children under 5. God bless them. That being said, while lunch was relaxing and satisfying, it was anything but quiet.

UP NEXT: What do you do after eating lunch? Why hurtle down a few drenching stories and ride a runaway mine train. DUH!

(To be posted this week, by the way. The girl is on a roll!...you know, after this one being a couple days...late...cough...)

 

[Charleston Princess]

Huzzah for a Tink update!!! What a wonderful way to end my evening and in my favorite land no less!

I, too, always veer towards the left when entering the MK on any trip for the first time! I can hear those jungle drums now!

Campy Jungle Cruise humor! How droll and delightful it is! I am so sorry to hear about the crate experience though! Yikes!

We Pecos Bill's in our family and have never had a bad experience there either!

All around great update, and I am so looking forward to the next foray into Frontierland!

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

All around great update, and I am so looking forward to the next foray into Frontierland!

Seriously...we did the WHOLE counterclockwise loop...the WHOLE thing...because if you do the WHOLE thing, you know where you end up?

...

Waaaiit for ittt...

...

At Aloha Isle, Dole Whip Float in hand.

 

[Charleston Princess]

Seriously...we did the WHOLE counterclockwise loop...the WHOLE thing...because if you do the WHOLE thing, you know where you end up?

...

Waaaiit for ittt...

...

At Aloha Isle, Dole Whip Float in hand.

Oh, I like your thinking on that -- making a note for future visits to Adventureland!

 

[If U Had Wings]

Actually, all that's a lie. A big fat fib.
We went left and I know why.
Because I ALWAYS go left on my first day in the MK. Something I did when I visited with my grandparents and a little private tribute I continue to this day.

I always head to the left if my first day is a 1/2 day too, but to the right if it's a full day. Usually heading to Pirates and the mansion first thing.

Unbeknownst to us we were both in the need of some terrible humor because we headed STRAIGHT for the Jungle Cruise. Weird. I never head right for that ride. I'm of the opinion that it was two universal forces pulling us. They were this:

That I think is a first! I thought it was always a minimum 2 year wait.

What was NOT up my alley was my seat. Missy and I were two of the last-ish people on the boat and I have a note in my trip notebook (which, by the way, is the only reason I can write such a detailed report almost 11 MONTHS after the trip - I know, sorry) that simply says, "Lady WOULD NOT SHARE." Missy was in an outside seat and I was sitting on one of the "crates" that serves as a middle seat, if be sitting you mean I had approximately 6 centimeters of my behind on a painful corner of said "crate". The woman seated next to me was close enough that I felt like maybe I should get her number. And take her out to dinner. And introduce her to my parents. She had no idea what personal space meant. Nor "excuse me" as she blatantly ignored me when I tried to politely shimmy for more room. Have you ever done the polite shimmy? It's awkward and embarrassing and even moreso when it doesn't work. Add to the fact that the person sitting at my back on the opposite side of the crate felt it necessary to keep their backpack on for the WHOLE ride and I actually would've preferred to just ride on Missy's lap, being jibed by Taylor and his arid humor the whole way.

I think that woman was sitting next to me on the train yesterday on my way home.

So, random factoid about me - I have a hard time with a change from bright light to dim/dark lighting, particularly since my first complex migraine. And given the morning's events, my light sensitivity was a little heightened...but regardless...am I the only darned person who feels like they're going to walk smack into a wall during parts of that queue???!!! Seriously. I held Missy's hands.

That has to be the one of the darkest queues. I'm always convinced that I'm going to walk into some random other guest who is lurking in the shadows.

When we got to the ramp I witnessed another phenomenon which is no stranger to me and yet I've never understood - we walked down a ramp where NO ONE was waiting for a boat (and ended up in the front row, WOOHOO!) and on the other side, on the other ramp, there was probably a line of 50 people waiting. I blame the heat and the disorienting darkness on people's deductive reasoning skills for such flagrantly bad line choices.

I ended up in the short line a few times my last trip. Love it! I think it's usually the one on the left, since most people go to the right. (Whenever there are two entrances always use the one to the left). Love the short line!

While some people report Bill's to be hit or miss, I've never had an issue, this visit included. We were pretty easily able to find a seat in the center room and were soon joined by a family of 2 adults and about 76 children under 5. God bless them. That being said, while lunch was relaxing and satisfying, it was anything but quiet.

I love Pecos Bills. It's usually a must on every trip. I love the mushrooms at the fixins bar. Yummm!

UP NEXT: What do you do after eating lunch? Why hurtle down a few drenching stories and ride a runaway mine train. DUH!

Interesting way to digest your burgers!

 

[GreatBiscuit]

... and about 12 minutes later I was trying to nonchalantly massage feeling into a small corner of my right cheek.

Yikes! Sounds like a memorable cruise.

Missy: What's that?
Me: The Enchanted Tiki Room.
Missy: Oh yeah? What's it got?
Me: Enchanted birds and flowers and a really ticked off Tiki Goddess.
Missy: No Johnny Depp?
Me: Nope.
Missy: Done and done.

Yeah, only Davy Jones was out of commission.
I was disappointed. I had really been looking forward to seeing that effect as it had been highly praised by most who'd reviewed it.

That is a bummer. I beheld the effect and saw that it was good.

So, cheeseburgers and fries and a cookie and pudding. And the electric yellow stuff is the cheese sauce from the toppings bar, which was, in fact, fantastic.

You know you can put cheese sauce on just about anything and it's good. Mmmmmmmmmmm......cheese sauce.

UP NEXT: What do you do after eating lunch? Why hurtle down a few drenching stories and ride a runaway mine train. DUH!

(To be posted this week, by the way. The girl is on a roll!...you know, after this one being a couple days...late...cough...)