One day in October, while my DM, DS and I were watching something on TV, in strolls DF and offers us a trip to Disney: wide and bright eyes lit up the room and he announced there was a catch: No traditional Christmas, no presents. No presents? Three mental shrugs and conniving minds immediately understood one thing. Disney = spending money = souveniers = buy your OWN presents! Voting was unanimous and “family court” was adjourned.
So, at the moment our cast consists of four very animated people:
Joe, the DH and my DF
Mary, the DW and my DM
Barbie/Aloha, my DSis
and me, VTSFY
Dec. 16, 2005
TIME TO PACK! Everyone was pretty relaxed about our last-minute packing, except for DM. She had to freak out and try to make us over-pack. You don’t need 14 pairs of undergarments, 10 shirts and 7 pairs of pants per person! 3 pairs of pants (to wear twice in a row because you’re allowed to do that with jeans), 7 shirts and as many pairs of undergarments to match for each person works nicely, thank-you-very-much. :dry: Also, two sweatshirts/hoodis each for the weather.
We wake up at six to get ready and load everything into the truck’s bed. First, the wheelchair. Then the two suitcases and two duffel bags (one with snacks). Next, DF takes FOREVER getting his golfing equipment together because he decided to do everything at the last possible minute… While that’s going on we lower the back seat in the cab of the truck and lay down the comforters and other covers as well as pillows and the green duffel bag; this bag holds all CDs, players, handheld games, and other entertainment. Up front is my lunchbox full of snacks and a small duffel with the same cargo. Dad gets the tarp put over the luggage and held down by wooden blocks, we check the animals and tell Heather good-bye (she was asleep in the guestroom), then we’re on our way.
One minor glitch in the works: the tarp gets blown up after five miles and we can’t see out the beer window, so Dad pulls over and fixes it. “Haywire tarp: the sequel” and we’re finally On The Road Again. hums
Aloha and I slept most of the way there, only waking up for pitstops and to eat. Needless to say, it rained the majority of the way there, even as we finally made our night’s rest and had to lug in the luggage. Plus, we didn’t get our free OJ this year either (see Tinkerbell’s TR to get what I mean). So, we pull into a Super 8 Motel-- forgive me for the computer-shaking shudder and gag-- and I wrestle DF for the remote. We manage to watch most of the Food Network’s Christmas special for Disney and make a plan to see the decorations. A quick snarfing of fast-food, off to bed we went.
Dec. 18, 2005
I can’t give the exact time we finally checked in, but I stayed in the truck so I could change clothes under the comforter. Afterwards I called Heather to let her know we’d arrived; I did it for my DBF as well. He was still half-asleep and asked if Tink was there. I rose an eyebrow and told him “Of course not. Why?”
“Sorry. Half-asleep.” Once he woke up a bit, he began joking with me and saying Tink was there.
“She can’t be. She and Grandpa are camping with Adriene at the cabin.” He humoured me and agreed that he was just pulling my leg. So, I share the joke with my mother and she gets angry. Here, I’m confused. No idea why she’s angry at a joke. Whatever, moving on.
We get everything in the room and hop the first MGM bus, then head over to the RnRC and TOT smoking section, as we always do. They’re always our first stop, and mom wanted a smoke anyway. When we get up the ramp a familiar head of blonde hair catched my eye and I look over to spot the newest addition to the cast. Tinkerbell! If I had been drinking soda, you could’ve entered a spit-take into the script. But instead I let go of my DM’s wheelchair and point dramatic-like, because it Is a surprising and dramatic moment, and shout “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” :eek:
I imagine it probably looked a little insane and could’ve been a scene from Full House meets Boy Meets World. Picture it: A shocked Tinkerbell, Aloha sprinting towards her as VTSFY points in an accusing manner and Mary goes careening towards the smoking area trashcans… Then out pops ANOTHER surprise: My best friend Adriene comes out of the shadows. All of a sudden we have three teenagers squeezing each other to death, hopping up and down while still locked in a dath grip, shrieking like harpies. very happy harpies. :biggrin: