Sunday Sept. 23.
The day dawned sunny. Well, so did yesterday and we saw how fast that changed. No EMH in the morning, just evening at MK from 8-11. 9:30 reservation for breakfast at Goofy’s Beach Club at Beach Club’s Cape May Cafe. My they do have a bunch of people stacked up waiting for their tables. Breakfast was good. I didn’t bother asking for an omelet made for me as they had a meat and cheese omelet on the buffet. I guess I don’t really need to interact with the characters as much as I seem to just enjoy watching all the kids and parents with them. Usually. This was another out of pocket meal. You think I’m going to waste a table credit on a buffet AND give the server an 18% tip when I served myself more than she did? 10% is sufficient for a buffet. Time to walk back to the Boardwalk and to check how long it will be before the weather falls apart. that’s right, the weather fell apart just as we returned to the Boardwalk. Well, guess who went back to sleep. No, not me, Gail. Anyway, for whatever reasons, we remained in the room until around 5. We did have a lunch reservation at 2:30 for Coral Reef, but I canceled that because I didn’t really like the lunch menu. Never got the opening at Le Cellier as I’d hoped. The concierge CMs kept telling me that it was pretty likely we’d be able to get a walk up because so many people never keep their reservation. No way am I showing up at the door and crossing my fingers. Couldn’t get a reservation for Wolfgang Puck’s so things were a little in the air. New plan. Walk through Epcot, grab a ride or two and a meal at Sunshine Seasons, then head on to the Magic Kingdom. So, of we go, somewhere around 4:30 heading for Epcot, in rain, under umbrella. Why take the Friendship, when you can walk there much faster? We took the short path through England and Canada to get to Future World. We headed over to Mission Space and did the wimpy side, in part because there was no wait. The rains again were clearing out the park. After Mission Space we crossed over to The Land. Well, one of the ribs in my umbrella broke, so I dumped it and bought a new one at the gift stand for Soarin’. We then went to the fast pass entry for Soarin’ and handed the CM a pair of (old) fast passes. It was about this time we began to suspect this guy’s name was Dick. Gave us chapter and verse about “these are expired”. The stand by line was allegedly 40 minutes, but it didn’t look that way at all. We still had some of the special yellow passes that were given to us that don’t expire, were good for both of us, and are good on any attraction in Epcot. Well, Dick continued to be just that, delaying us, putting the pass under a proctoscope. He finally lets us join the fast pass queue and we notice there isn’t a blessed person in the stand by queue, all the way to the gate. Dick must have called ahead on the intercom because “Jane” examined the fast pass with the same proctoscope Dick used. They weren’t even holding a group to “play the game” (more on that in Tuesday’s report). I asked the CM (“Jane”) at the front of the queue where the people in the stand by line were and was told “oh, we hold them in the middle now”. We discovered this to be a lie, again, more in Tuesday’s report. We got seats out on the end (boo). Soarin’, what can I say that I haven’t posted in 20 other threads? Time for meal.
Two counter service meals with beverage and dessert $34.44 on DDP. We have 10 table, 10 counter, and 11 snack credits left. We both had the pork chop, I had the Soarin’ (orange) brulee and Gail had the chocolate mousse cake. I liked my dessert, she didn’t. We both enjoyed the pork chop. Loved the mashed potatoes so much, I had two helpings.
So having eaten a pleasant meal at one of the top 5 counter service places in WDW, we headed for the exit and the monorail for a leisurely trip to the Magic Kingdom.
We arrive and get through the gates by about 7:30 or so and got our wrist bands. Gail’s umbrella broke (yep, one after the other), so while she made a necessary stop, I went first to the fire house, then the trolley cart by the east portal and finally the Emporium to buy her a new umbrella (which we wound up not needing that night). We grabbed a spot on Main Street (no camera) for Wishes. Pardon us sir, but why did you just walk in front of us and then put your little girl on your shoulders and block our view? It’s “My Name is Dick Day” in Walt Disney World. Now, what do you expect me to say about Wishes now? The show isn’t stale yet? Do any of us have any idea how many times I’ve seen Wishes? I sure don’t. Live it’s well into the teens if not over twenty. What can I say that I haven’t said before? (It brings a tear to my eye).
After Wishes it’s on to Tomorrowland. Yes, I almost always turn right. Buzz, Space twice, TTA. Lines aren’t so bad and the crowd is thinning out quickly. Haunted Mansion, a couple rides on Big Thunder, perhaps one or two other rides. And it’s now 11 PM and the park’s closing. Oh no. What are we going to do about food. I thought I’d heard you could use two CS credits for a pizza, but the pizza window at the Boardwalk doesn’t do the dining plan. No way I’m going to pay out of pocket for a Disney pizza and the clock is ticking. ESPN! Won’t do a take out order and we don’t feel like eating inside ESPN during the end of Sunday Night Football. I end up getting the $20 hamburger from room service just before room service turns into Cinderella at midnight. Gail said she wasn’t hungry.
Doesn’t Disney management know that Sunday night is the best night in the Adult Swim line up on Cartoon Network?! Well, at least I’ve got Season One of Harvey Birdman and Robot Chicken with me.
Tomorrow’s going to be an early start, and I don’t want any excuses.