Yeah!!! A day of great anticipation for all of us, even though we have had a wonderful few days already, we’ve been looking forward to our stay at Hard Rock.
Knowing our room won’t be ready so early; we take our time, have a light breakfast in our room, pack up and call for help with our luggage. If you read my pre-trippie, you will know that we have a couple of large suitcases . . . one with drinks and one with breakfast/snack food. The suitcase with the drinks was WAY, WAY heavy. DH made certain to warn anyone who came to help about the weight of that case. He didn’t want someone grabbing it thinking it was “normal” weight for a case that size, because it was not even close. I struggled just to sit it upright! Anyway, a young man comes to our room with a cart and dh gives him the usual warning. . .apparently he didn’t believe dh when he said “careful, that bag is seriously heavy” because he snatched it up to toss it on the cart with everything else and. . .oops, it didn’t move. He looks at dh and says “dude, did you bring a library of books or what”. Dh doesn’t think it’s any of his business what’s in there so just says, I told you it was heavy, bro. He finally gets everything loaded on the cart and we ask him to meet us at the luggage stand out front. We pile in the van and drive around front so I can check out and dh can supervise the reloading of the van. We finish up about the same time, dh tips the luggage dude a very nice amount, I verify all the charges on our bill are accurate and we are ready to roll!
We decide that since it is heading towards lunch time and we don’t want to leave once we get to HRH/Universal, we will make our stop at Chick Fil A for lunch. It’s certainly open on Monday, we all order some yummy chicken and lunch totals $25. We sit down and have our meal in the restaurant and as we are waiting for dd11 to finish up, the manager comes over and asks if everything was good, refills our drink cups for the road and clears our table for us. Woo hoo, our day is good!
So back into the van, program gps for HRH and off we go. In only a few minutes, we are turning into the drive and here is what we see
We roll up to the front door and are immediately greeted, doors opened and someone is helping with the luggage. DH issues the by now standard of “that bag is seriously heavy”. Giant luggage dude picks it up and is like, what the heck is in here? Did you have to pay extra for that on the plane? Dh says we didn’t fly, we drove and they began a conversation of how far, how long, etc. etc. Giant luggage dude kept calling dh “boss”, which he thought was weird. Dh tips funny, weird, giant luggage dude and we experience our first glimpse of Hard Rock Hotel.
There was no line so we went right up to the check in desk and was promptly assisted by a wonderfully nice young lady who gave my girls plastic inflatable guitars, and assured them that when we came back from the park there would be cookies and milk waiting for them! She prepared all our room keys, added appropriate charging privileges to those we indicated and even punched holes in them so we could hook them on our lanyards. By the way, for those who know or care, we had that elusive “1” on our keys! She told us the room wasn’t ready, but that it was priority and they had just started working on it. We said that was fine, we wanted to explore the parks a bit anyway and left both our cell phone numbers to call when the room was ready.
So off we go to the parks, catch the boat since the girls wanted to ride.
Here they are waiting for our first boat ride to city walk.
We also saw this while waiting
We make our way to the Studios, get our 7 day unlimited access admission tickets activated and went to explore. We wandered around for a while, just checking things out, stopped in a shop to get dd15 a hat since she was way too cool to get a visor at Sea World, but now understands the need to keep her sunburned face protected and picked up some sunglasses for dd9 ($26.61 total). We head to the back of the park and hopped on Jaws.
By the time we got off, dh noticed he had a missed call and it was the hotel. He called back and was told our room was ready so we decide to head back, check out the room, freshen up and then whatever. We stop and pick up a couple bottles of water at the ridiculous rate of $2.75 each (we carried in our own after that) and decided to walk the path back to HRH. It only took a few minutes, as we expected, and it was a beautiful walk. We arrive at the hotel, go right to the room and find a maintenance cart blocking the door open. Our luggage has been delivered, but the maintenance mans is exiting as we walk up and he wants us to use our key to enter. Fine, I completely understand that and probably would have been very upset if he had just allowed us to walk in the room since he had no idea who we were. Key worked fine, in we go and the very nice maintenance man welcomes us and wishes us a good stay. Nice guy! So in we go and explore the room a bit.
Here’s pics of our room. Room 6099; Queen Deluxe and faces the back garden where you walk to get on the boat, or take the path. You could see the boats coming and going from our window and it was very peaceful and beautiful, especially at night.
And the view
So, I decide to jump in the shower real quick before we head back. Kids immediately start whining that they don’t want to wait so I tell dh to go ahead without me and he doesn’t want to. He comes to the bathroom door to talk with me about it, leans up against the door frame and right into wet paint!!! Ok, nice maintenance guy was touching up our room, which we appreciated, but why didn’t he tell us there was wet paint???? It is a question for the ages and one no one could answer. To complicate things, the shirt dh was wearing had been given to him as a gift from a very close family member and was a limited edition Dale Earnhardt, Sr. shirt AND it was the first time he had worn it! Ok, so now we have trouble. He is seriously ticked. I tell him to change shirts and after I jump in the shower, as I’m already undressed, I will call a manager and find out what the heck is going on. As promised, I called for the manager I had previously worked with, but he was not on duty so I spoke with a wonderful young lady who was the manager on duty at that time. I purposely will be leaving out certain details regarding our stay at HRH and managers names as I was asked to do that many, many months ago when another kind diser gave me information I needed to assist with making some arrangements for our special needs daughter. Anyway, the manager on duty (from now on mod) returned my call within minutes and I explained what happened. DH was not sure he was willing to send the shirt to the laundry for fear they would ruin it trying to get the paint out. We spoke with the manager, she said to touch base with her as soon as he decided what he wanted to do and expressed a great deal of remorse for what had happened. In addition, the young lady at check in had told my girls that milk and cookies would be waiting for them when we got to the room and they were not there. No big deal really, but she shouldn't have told them that and they wouldn't have been excited about it. I mentioned that to the manager while I had her on the phone and she said she was sorry about that too and would have the gift sent up directly. I also took a minute to call star services to request turn down service, some extra pillows since we would be using the hide a bed and another robe so none of the girls would be left out. They were wonderful and promised everything would be there when we got back from dinner. So, with the afternoon dampened, we decide to return to the park and get some dinner. Back out we go and the kids want to ride the boat again. Since there was one just docking, we were in luck and got to citywalk within a few minutes. By this time it’s nearing 7:00 and we find that the parks are closing. Kids are disappointed, but we assure them we have plenty of time to return. Somewhat mollified, we agree to have dinner at NASCAR Sports Grille. We explore a bit, then head in to the restaurant, after a photo next to the old #8 Dale, Jr. car.
There is literally no wait so we endure the photo then are shown to our table. That’s when I realize. . . .uh oh, I’ve forgotten our gift card for the Grille, and now I have to tell dh. I decide to wait until we order, because we are all starving and I’m afraid if I tell him before we order he will make us leave and go somewhere else. See, this is because we have so many places we want to eat and only a limited number of meals to do so and we did not plan on repeating any restaurants. We had to carefully prepare due to our daughter’s special needs and eating out is one of her BIG issues. With the parks getting ready to close, or having closed by this time, I knew we would have trouble getting dinner soon anywhere else and were so lucky to snag our table when we did. We didn’t even have to use the priority seating benefit. Now that I’ve made the decision to be manipulative and not tell dh about the missing gift card, I need to focus on helping the girls with their meal choices. We decided to meal share between the girls because they have a tendency to order too much so we get our order placed. Drinks arrive and the photo we had taken prior to being seated arrives. Here’s the deal, the photo arrives already printed and ready for you to purchase. If you want it, you just add it to your tab, if not, no big deal. Dh looks at the picture and wants to know if he can have his choice of driver as the border portion and is told, unfortunately, no, not at this time. This is all they have, but they are working on it. So, he of course doesn’t want the photo but the rest of us look at it, think it is good and we all want it. Dh finally gives in and says fine, he’ll get it. I had a salad coming with my dinner and so did dh, so those arrive about the same time as the onion rings dh ordered. Everyone digs in, I share my salad with dd9 and we forget to take pictures again. I said that was ok, we’ll get pics of the entrée’s and shortly those arrive. Well, you might guess, I get busy sharing out the dinners that I forgot to take the pics again! Geesh!! So dd 15 has this ginormous chicken salad, which is almost all she will ever order, and dd9 wants to share some of it. I ask dd15 for if she will pass me her big ole plate of salad and she refuses. I asked again, very nicely, and she still refuses. I asked her why she wouldn’t and she said she decided not to share her meal because she was hungry. I assured her there was no way she was going to eat all that and it would be fine if she shared. . .nope, I’m going to eat every single bite all by myself. It’s as I write this I wish I would have had a picture of this salad because there was no way, no matter what, that she was going to eat this thing. . . likely not even half of it. I tried to reason with her some more, but she refused to budge. Dh is getting very irritated by this point and he’s going to get up and go take the plate from her so I can share a little with dd9, but I knew if he did she would have a melt down, right there, and we would end up leaving. So I said I think it’s time we teach her a little lesson. I said fine, if you are soooo hungry that you can’t share even a little of that salad you will not get up from this table until you have eaten every leaf of lettuce, morsel of carrots and whatever else is in that bowl. She decides to be a smart alec and says “does this have to include the crackers”. I wanted to laugh, but dh was turning purple and I said no, but you will give me those (dd9 loves crackers) and she said fine and threw them at me. Now no one is happy except dd11 but we make it through dinner and actually enjoy the meal and dd9 gets plenty to eat. Well, low and behold, when everyone else is done, dd15 is still sitting here with half her salad. Dh decides to get up and explore a bit, so dd 9 & 11 get up to go with him and so does miss smarty mouth I don’t wanna share and he says, sit your a$$ down and finish that salad and off they go. She look stunned and I probably looked stunned because my kindhearted dh NEVER speaks to our kids like that. I told dd15 that I hoped she realized he was serious and she better get busy on that salad or they will be getting on the boat and she and I would still be sitting there. It took her another 30 minutes to choke down enough of that salad to satisfy dh. We went through all sorts of drama during that time, but I’ll spare you most of that. She did, at several points, pretend to gag as if she was about to lose it, and I just calmly said, please turn your head and get it on the floor rather than the table please, then you will have plenty of room to finish your dinner. So by the time she was finished, she was near tears and soooo angry with us she wouldn’t talk to us the rest of the night. Dh determines she has eaten enough and hopes that she has learned a fine lesson about sharing. I sure hope so too! So he settles the bill and out we go. So I can’t remember exactly what we had other than dh and I each had a chicken something, of course the infamous chicken salad, a kids meal, 5 drinks and the onion rings. Plus he bought the 8x10 photo and with tip, the bill was $80. Not bad! I should probably mention that I, for whatever reason, ordered a sweet tea. Now, I don’t drink tea unless it is green and/or decaf. I haven’t consumed caffeine for several years due to an extra heartbeat issue, but decided that one glass of sweet tea wouldn’t hurt, right? Shortly after dinner we left and returned to the hotel since we were getting up very early the next day to drive to Busch Gardens. It was on the boat back to the hotel that I said “oh, gosh, we forgot to use the gift card for NASCAR Grille”. Dh says, oh well, we’ll find a time to go back and use it, even if we only use it in the gift shop. I’m thinking, okay, that was too easy and I really had forgotten about it due to the salad fiasco. Once in the room, we couldn’t seem to settle down, so decided to explore for a few minutes. We went down to check out the pool, and everything on the lower floor when the kids discovered Emack and Bolio. . . uh oh. . . I’m starting to feel sick, stomach pain, heartburn, and can feel my extra heartbeat is pronounced. At this point, I say I’m going back upstairs to lay down and dh is on his own regarding the ice cream. I head up, take some medication, lay down and it’s not long before they are coming in the door and I’m feeling a little better. I can still feel the pronounced extra beat but know I will for a while yet. They had gotten rootbeer floats, sundaes and bless their thoughtful little hearts, had brought me something too ($24.44). I had downed 2 bottles of water when I got to the room to help with the caffeine in my system issue, so was really, really full but knew I had to be excited and eat the stuff, so I did. . .well, most of it and was sure I was going to be sick. I managed to maintain, but had a miserable night. It’s about this point when we realize that there is still no milk and cookies. No one really cares because we all might be sick at the sight of more food, so everyone settled down for the night. We also realized that no extra pillows or robe had been brought up. We made do for the night. I placed 2 wake up call requests and got through about 3 paragraphs of my novel before I fell out. . . . for a minute. Suffice it to say that I had a dreadful night. . . no more tea no matter how tempting. . . dang I’m stupid!!
Coming soon, Our BEAUTIFUL day at Busch Gardens.