Wedding day rolled around, meaning it was D-Day.
Blessent mon cur d'une langeur monotone
We had a lot to coordinate - Bridesmaids, groomsmen, kids, babies, etc. And yes, I said we
Really? Just doesnt sound like you
Oh
that make more sense.
After a 45 minute bus ride stopping at the Swan, Dolphin, Yacht Club, Beach Club and Typhoon Lagoon we finally made it to the Bibbity Bobbity Boutique.
That area has just about the worst bus routes down there.
I learned that the hard way myself.
They work it like a NASCAR pit crew down there - someone working on hair, someone else on nails, someone else on makeup. All that's missing was the smell of high octane racing fuel and the "weeeeeee, weeeeee" of pneumatic air guns changing tires.
What pit crews don't have, however, is Pixie Dust.
They just wish they did
Charming as ever.
The plan now called for me to take Evan and Ryder back to the room to start getting Evan ready for his role a ring bearer. Fortunately, the walk to the bus takes us right past the Team Mickey store.
Highlight of the day?
Certainly a good diversion.
Finally, our bus pulled up and piled on. I had a sinking feeling that the Boardwalk would not be the first stop, and sure enough, we drove right past it to drop off at the Swan.
Ouch
I told Evan to grab his stuff and get off here.
Good save!
We made it back to the room to find that the girls, using Bambi's parent's car, had beaten us back to the room. Ugh.
Well
good attempted save anyway.
But you did have time to stop for lunch and a new golf hat.
Knowing that the room would soon be filling up with an Olympic sized pool of estrogen, Evan and I decided to make like a tree, and get out of there.
Id run too.
Just watch out for that manure truck as you make youre get-a-way.
But we learned our lesson from the bus debacle from that morning - we went to the front of the Boardwalk and hopped in a cab. For $12, we made the trip in about 10 minutes. Win.
He can be taught!
A few minutes later, a
DCL bus showed up to whisk us over to the Grand Floridian for pictures.
Cleans up rather well dont he?
The big moment finally arrived. And by that, I mean Madison and Evan's parts in the ceremony.
Goes without sayin
Now, if you had unsupervised access to one of the most exclusive spots on Disney property (without having to pay for it) what would you do?
Check for a pulse
And dont be too quick to walk toward that bright light either.
Oh
so that can actually happen in this life.
I thought certain you were joshin us.
Nice shot. You can see the personalities in the kids shine through all those high falutin get ups.
Well, except for Ryder. Hes still holding his opinions close to the vest.
Pretty classy place, but I was disappointed with the lack of fiberglass cow on the roof.
Well, it is Disney and not The Dells
Theres just some things that even a good Imagineer cant effectively recreate.
Luckily, Disney knows how to treat their most important guest. No, I'm not talking the couple that just dropped the equivalent of a small island nations GDP on a wedding.
I'm talking about the kids.
Theyre no fools.
So instead it was me that got to sit around complaining about being hungry until our food arrived.
As it should be
Madison did share a french fry, which was nice.
And all was right with the world
Anybody else surprised that the Wisconsin kids are hanging around the bar? Yeah, me neither.
Stating them off early
Explains the ease with which they can be convinced to wear a Cheese Head in public.
The party doesn't necessarily get out of hand when the Rambo tie comes out, but it's on the right path.
You can put the boy into the monkey suite
But you cant take the monkey-shines out of the boy.
The official party wrapped up around midnight. Instead of joining the rest of the group continuing the celebration down at the Boardwalk, Bambi and Ryder and I headed back to the room. As Roger Murtaugh would say, "We're getting too old for that shi.....stuff."
Getting? Im long past being too old for that stuff
Darn right. This is the only part we care about, anyway. 
