May 12th DAY 10: M-I-C... See You Real Soon...
645am and Mickey called. UGH! He was just way too chipper on the sad, sad day that we had to leave. Mickey?! Don’t you care that we’re leaving?? Don’t you feel sad?! But I guess he’s figure we’d just see him in Anaheim because he was not near a tearful about leaving as we were.
There was still packing to be done, clothes to be shoved into bags, souvenirs wedged into odd spots and one last look around our home away from home. Good bye little ASS room! You kept us cool, kept us dry and gave us a place to lay our weary bodies down after a long day playing. We closed the door one last time and wheeled our wheelie luggage to the front of the resort to check out and then to the DME counter to check in for our flight.
Only they couldn’t check us in because (LUCKY US!) we got picked for extra security. Ugh… we always do! Oh well… no use worrying about it now. We were on a mission for breakfast! But first… it was time to say good bye to a member of our party. Someone who had become close like family. Someone who was always there when we needed him, always by our side.
Mr. Freezy Breeze. We knew he would not fit in our luggage nor would he get much use when we got back home. And we knew that Mr. Freezy Breeze would not truly be happy unless he was misting and fanning all over some poor hot person, being their savior. We found a child who looked worth (and hot) and passed Mr. Freezy Breeze off to him and his brother. Fare thee well, Freezy! Fare thee well!
*sniff* Where was I? Oh yes… with our dear friend off on more adventures of his own, Mark and I took a bus to the Magic Kingdom. We headed over to the boat dock and were soon joined by two older people and their little grandson who liked to splash in puddles. His grandpa lovingly (we hope) called him a “pain in the ass”. Our boat arrived and we hopped on. Our Captain had BOTH rear his pockets pulled out of his pants and flutterin’ in the breeze. It was very hard to take him seriously. LOL! We didn’t tell him but just enjoyed the pleasure it gave us to see the mighty pockets flap as though they were propelling us along.
We arrived at Wilderness Lodge and disembarked. We headed towards Whispering Canyon and found it to be much less… whispering this time (HOORAY!). We were quickly seated and the fun began. Actually our waitress was a little on the… mellow side. Do we LOOK like two sticks in the mud who do not want to have fun? I think we must because we always got the lame-er people when it came to “fun” places to eat. Maybe they assumed we wanted a quiet, romantic meal since it was just two of us but honestly… if that’s what we were looking for we would not have chosen there to eat. Next time I’m forwarding a copy of my Trip Reports to all restaurants we make reservations for with a note attached:
“We are not, nor have we ever been, sticks in the mud. Please entertain us and feel free to abuse us in good fun. Thank you.”
So our waitress wasn’t very rowdy but everyone else was a blast and she was a good waitress non the less. Mark did get hassled by the guy who brought our food out for not helping to clear the table first. LOL! And of course it was exciting ever time someone asked for ketchup… even though Mark wouldn’t do it not matter how hard I begged him. Besides being a blast, breakfast itself was amazing. We got the breakfast skillet and it was wonderful! I’m glad we saved this for the end so we had something fun to look forward to on this day rather than just waiting for our departure time.
This was after straws were thrown all over the table but before Mark was chastised for not helping to clear the table. LOL!
On the way back to the dock.
After we totally stuffed ourselves on breakfast food, we took a boat to the Contemporary. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked the inside. Seeing the outside I always thought it looked dated, boxy and ugly. But, while it wouldn’t be my first choice to stay at, I didn’t hate it. I thought it was pretty okay. Mark used the restroom here and said it was very shaky when the monorail came by. LOL! Sounds scary!
On the way to the Contemporary. I had the camera switched to black and white on accident but it came out pretty nice!
I thought this little Indian (Hippie?) bunny was cute. He's on the tile mural in the Contemporary.
We took the monorail to the Grand Floridian. OH MY GOD! I loved it! I really thought I’d think it was too… snooty for me. Too snobby. Too… posh. But I totally loved it. It was bright and airy and amazing. I never wanted to leave. We checked out the “girlie bath product” store and Mark really wanted to use the cute little sink they had in there (though I’m sure he didn’t call it the ‘cute little sink’). So the woman who worked there showed him how to apply some salt scrub and rinse it off. He had very soft hands after that! I also may have accidentally splattered lotion a wall in there. We won’t speak of it. Maybe I’m NOT posh enough for the Grand.
Exfoliate! Exfoliate! Exfoliate!
We walked outside to see the lovely lawns and flowers and the beach. We rested for a bit on a porch swing and hammock. Did I mention I loved this place. I could have sat out there under the palm trees, gently swaying in the breeze coming off the lake for hours. Unfortunately we had to head back to the ASS. Now really, if you had a choice at staying at someplace called The Grand Floridian or the ASS which would you choose? LOL!
Ah! Now THIS is a vacation!
He said it was "too fancy" but he looks pretty comfortable to me.
I want to live here!
Back at the ASS, Mark and I pouted that we had to leave and tried to soak up some more sun. The DME bus came all too soon and Mark slept on my shoulder while I pouted some more. When we checked in at the airport I got the lovely surprise that I did not have a seat assignment. Oh hooray. I knew from years of working for an airline that meant the flight was overbooked and I was possibly looking at staying another night in Florida. And now that I was at the airport I was ready to go home and see Mable!
Sad to go home!
Mark and I decided there was noting we could do so we didn’t worry .We got food and plopped ourselves down in the terminal to see if I would be so lucky as to get a seat. We were bummed because it was doubtful we’d have the same luck as our out bound flight where the one open seat was next to Mark. Soon they made an announcement. Our flight was cancelled. *sigh* We already dealt with this mess on the way too Florida. They called our names and asked us if we minded going to LAX instead of Ontario. It was non-stop and they could seat us together. Hooray! We called Mark’s parents and they had no problem driving the extra way to LAX.
So it all worked out. We got home, tired and full of smiles. And Mable kitty was very glad to see us.
Best. Vacation. Ever.
There was still packing to be done, clothes to be shoved into bags, souvenirs wedged into odd spots and one last look around our home away from home. Good bye little ASS room! You kept us cool, kept us dry and gave us a place to lay our weary bodies down after a long day playing. We closed the door one last time and wheeled our wheelie luggage to the front of the resort to check out and then to the DME counter to check in for our flight.
Only they couldn’t check us in because (LUCKY US!) we got picked for extra security. Ugh… we always do! Oh well… no use worrying about it now. We were on a mission for breakfast! But first… it was time to say good bye to a member of our party. Someone who had become close like family. Someone who was always there when we needed him, always by our side.
Mr. Freezy Breeze. We knew he would not fit in our luggage nor would he get much use when we got back home. And we knew that Mr. Freezy Breeze would not truly be happy unless he was misting and fanning all over some poor hot person, being their savior. We found a child who looked worth (and hot) and passed Mr. Freezy Breeze off to him and his brother. Fare thee well, Freezy! Fare thee well!
*sniff* Where was I? Oh yes… with our dear friend off on more adventures of his own, Mark and I took a bus to the Magic Kingdom. We headed over to the boat dock and were soon joined by two older people and their little grandson who liked to splash in puddles. His grandpa lovingly (we hope) called him a “pain in the ass”. Our boat arrived and we hopped on. Our Captain had BOTH rear his pockets pulled out of his pants and flutterin’ in the breeze. It was very hard to take him seriously. LOL! We didn’t tell him but just enjoyed the pleasure it gave us to see the mighty pockets flap as though they were propelling us along.
We arrived at Wilderness Lodge and disembarked. We headed towards Whispering Canyon and found it to be much less… whispering this time (HOORAY!). We were quickly seated and the fun began. Actually our waitress was a little on the… mellow side. Do we LOOK like two sticks in the mud who do not want to have fun? I think we must because we always got the lame-er people when it came to “fun” places to eat. Maybe they assumed we wanted a quiet, romantic meal since it was just two of us but honestly… if that’s what we were looking for we would not have chosen there to eat. Next time I’m forwarding a copy of my Trip Reports to all restaurants we make reservations for with a note attached:
“We are not, nor have we ever been, sticks in the mud. Please entertain us and feel free to abuse us in good fun. Thank you.”
So our waitress wasn’t very rowdy but everyone else was a blast and she was a good waitress non the less. Mark did get hassled by the guy who brought our food out for not helping to clear the table first. LOL! And of course it was exciting ever time someone asked for ketchup… even though Mark wouldn’t do it not matter how hard I begged him. Besides being a blast, breakfast itself was amazing. We got the breakfast skillet and it was wonderful! I’m glad we saved this for the end so we had something fun to look forward to on this day rather than just waiting for our departure time.
This was after straws were thrown all over the table but before Mark was chastised for not helping to clear the table. LOL!
On the way back to the dock.After we totally stuffed ourselves on breakfast food, we took a boat to the Contemporary. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked the inside. Seeing the outside I always thought it looked dated, boxy and ugly. But, while it wouldn’t be my first choice to stay at, I didn’t hate it. I thought it was pretty okay. Mark used the restroom here and said it was very shaky when the monorail came by. LOL! Sounds scary!
On the way to the Contemporary. I had the camera switched to black and white on accident but it came out pretty nice!
I thought this little Indian (Hippie?) bunny was cute. He's on the tile mural in the Contemporary.We took the monorail to the Grand Floridian. OH MY GOD! I loved it! I really thought I’d think it was too… snooty for me. Too snobby. Too… posh. But I totally loved it. It was bright and airy and amazing. I never wanted to leave. We checked out the “girlie bath product” store and Mark really wanted to use the cute little sink they had in there (though I’m sure he didn’t call it the ‘cute little sink’). So the woman who worked there showed him how to apply some salt scrub and rinse it off. He had very soft hands after that! I also may have accidentally splattered lotion a wall in there. We won’t speak of it. Maybe I’m NOT posh enough for the Grand.
Exfoliate! Exfoliate! Exfoliate!We walked outside to see the lovely lawns and flowers and the beach. We rested for a bit on a porch swing and hammock. Did I mention I loved this place. I could have sat out there under the palm trees, gently swaying in the breeze coming off the lake for hours. Unfortunately we had to head back to the ASS. Now really, if you had a choice at staying at someplace called The Grand Floridian or the ASS which would you choose? LOL!
Ah! Now THIS is a vacation!
He said it was "too fancy" but he looks pretty comfortable to me.
I want to live here!Back at the ASS, Mark and I pouted that we had to leave and tried to soak up some more sun. The DME bus came all too soon and Mark slept on my shoulder while I pouted some more. When we checked in at the airport I got the lovely surprise that I did not have a seat assignment. Oh hooray. I knew from years of working for an airline that meant the flight was overbooked and I was possibly looking at staying another night in Florida. And now that I was at the airport I was ready to go home and see Mable!
Sad to go home!Mark and I decided there was noting we could do so we didn’t worry .We got food and plopped ourselves down in the terminal to see if I would be so lucky as to get a seat. We were bummed because it was doubtful we’d have the same luck as our out bound flight where the one open seat was next to Mark. Soon they made an announcement. Our flight was cancelled. *sigh* We already dealt with this mess on the way too Florida. They called our names and asked us if we minded going to LAX instead of Ontario. It was non-stop and they could seat us together. Hooray! We called Mark’s parents and they had no problem driving the extra way to LAX.
So it all worked out. We got home, tired and full of smiles. And Mable kitty was very glad to see us.
Best. Vacation. Ever.
1 comment:
It was the best vacation ever! Thanks for the trip reports. Now I can print them off and keep them with our pictures. You guys are the best. Love you!
Dad and Debbie
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