eliz991
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Im sure Im neither the first nor last TR writer to lament that knowing where to start is the hardest part. (Well, its the hardest part so far. Its also the only part Ive done, but lets not start splitting hairs this early or well never make it.)
But I knew I had stories to tell, and pictures to share, and maybe, somewhere out there, is someone who wants to know about a trip with two women, no kids, and possibly way too much drinking. And a broken toe (not related to the drinking).
Nonetheless, how do you start? I was sitting here staring at this blank page, wondering where to begin, when I heard a little song in the back of my head.
Lets start at the very beginning...a very good place to start.
When you read you begin with A,B,C; when you sing, you begin with Do, Re, Mi.
The first three notes just happen to be....Do. Re. Mi.
Well after that happened I didnt have a choice did I?
I promptly jumped off the chair, stuck my fingers in my ears and ran around the office yelling, LALALALALALA until that infernal song got out of my head. Im telling you, when The Sound of Music is your senior musical, you get earworms for life.
Anyway, starting at the beginning doesnt really work. I really need to start before the beginning. For one thing, Ive got to tell you who we are.
First, theres me. Im first because its my report and therefore it is too confusing otherwise.
Here is a picture of me at my wedding in May 2008. Setting up the drinking theme for the report.
Here is a picture of me at WDW in July 2009. As you can see, it rained a lot.
Sorry, this one won't resize for some reason.
My name is Elizabeth, aka Liz, E, Beth, and Black Betty.
Just seeing if youre paying attention. Just dont call me Bertha or Liza and were all good. Im 40, married, no kids by choice. Im also a lawyer, a smoker, a joker, and a midnight toker. (The smoking will come up in this report but before anyone feels compelled to tell me that smoking is bad for you, I can read.
I have gone from a pack a day to only when I drink. My doctor is not worried about the amount I smoke now.)
The other member of the trip is Donna Sue, aka Donna, aka Mama although I never call her that. Its bad enough other people occasionally refer to her as my mother. She turned 56 during our trip. She had never been to WDW before and always wanted to go, but knew I was the only person who would go with her. She told me it was the best birthday she ever had.
What more could a friend ask in return for planning a WDW trip? Heres a couple of pictures of Donna:
Shes in the oil/pipe business and loves to dance. She has a boyfriend who lives in NY (we live in Dallas). Ive known her for over 10 years and at home we are workout buddies as well as drinking buddies. She is more of a smoker than I but less of a joker. And honestly neither one of us is big on midnight toking.
That feels like a start. Tomorrow maybe Ill actually tell you about the part before the part where we leave for the trip. Because a teeny little factor had us wondering whether we would leave at all.
But I knew I had stories to tell, and pictures to share, and maybe, somewhere out there, is someone who wants to know about a trip with two women, no kids, and possibly way too much drinking. And a broken toe (not related to the drinking).
Nonetheless, how do you start? I was sitting here staring at this blank page, wondering where to begin, when I heard a little song in the back of my head.
Lets start at the very beginning...a very good place to start.
When you read you begin with A,B,C; when you sing, you begin with Do, Re, Mi.
The first three notes just happen to be....Do. Re. Mi.
Well after that happened I didnt have a choice did I?
I promptly jumped off the chair, stuck my fingers in my ears and ran around the office yelling, LALALALALALA until that infernal song got out of my head. Im telling you, when The Sound of Music is your senior musical, you get earworms for life.
Anyway, starting at the beginning doesnt really work. I really need to start before the beginning. For one thing, Ive got to tell you who we are.
First, theres me. Im first because its my report and therefore it is too confusing otherwise.
Here is a picture of me at my wedding in May 2008. Setting up the drinking theme for the report.
Here is a picture of me at WDW in July 2009. As you can see, it rained a lot.
Sorry, this one won't resize for some reason.
My name is Elizabeth, aka Liz, E, Beth, and Black Betty.
Just seeing if youre paying attention. Just dont call me Bertha or Liza and were all good. Im 40, married, no kids by choice. Im also a lawyer, a smoker, a joker, and a midnight toker. (The smoking will come up in this report but before anyone feels compelled to tell me that smoking is bad for you, I can read.
I have gone from a pack a day to only when I drink. My doctor is not worried about the amount I smoke now.)The other member of the trip is Donna Sue, aka Donna, aka Mama although I never call her that. Its bad enough other people occasionally refer to her as my mother. She turned 56 during our trip. She had never been to WDW before and always wanted to go, but knew I was the only person who would go with her. She told me it was the best birthday she ever had.
What more could a friend ask in return for planning a WDW trip? Heres a couple of pictures of Donna:
Shes in the oil/pipe business and loves to dance. She has a boyfriend who lives in NY (we live in Dallas). Ive known her for over 10 years and at home we are workout buddies as well as drinking buddies. She is more of a smoker than I but less of a joker. And honestly neither one of us is big on midnight toking.
That feels like a start. Tomorrow maybe Ill actually tell you about the part before the part where we leave for the trip. Because a teeny little factor had us wondering whether we would leave at all.
Most smokers would stop if they could.
So, in a rush of adrenaline, I reached down and moved him back into place. I then sat on my couch and howled for about a half an hour. Seriously folks, that sucker HURT. Way worse than breaking my ankle. Way worse than my knee. Not in the long run, but kind of like a really bad paper cut hurts worse than cutting yourself with a kitchen knife? Kind of like that. 
My husband informed me that he had not moved that futon in the eight years since I bought the condo. 
Uh, thanks. (In his defense, my DH did carefully buddy wrap the toe for me as he was telling me why I shouldnt have tripped.) So thats the toe part. 
I also needed to make a quick run to the liquor store to bring along some rum (to add to cokes) and baileys (to add to coffee). So thats the shopping part.
For WDW I also printed out a couple of packing lists from the internet to see if I was missing anything. (I wasnt.) I spend a week or so tweaking the list, then the day before or day of, I start to methodically gather up the stuff and put it in the suitcase and cross it off the list. 
We live in Dallas, yall. Right by downtown. Even when it snows in Fort Worth or Denton it doesnt snow here. They always say it will, but it doesnt. And I told Donna Sue that it wouldnt snow. Repeatedly. Vociferously. Adamantly.
