How sweet it would be to vacation without any concern for money. In my life, we rely on grandparents for the really big stuff. And if they don’t come through, it’s ugly.
Lisa once told me she wasn’t going to spend thousands of dollars going to Disney World and then spend the whole week listening to me moan about every Diet Coke she ordered.
I don’t think I really moaned. I was just thinking about sending the kids to college.
“So, you gonna order another Diet Coke?” or would you prefer we send DJ to college?
This past trip, we lucked up. My brother-in-law, Matt, has a cousin who works in the park. She hooked us up! A MAJOR discount for ahhh, well, extended family. Very extended. I mean, didn’t we all come from Adam and Eve?
It was nice because we got the meal plan – so your drink came with it (no worry about the extra Diet Cokes.) And my kids knew better than to ask for add ons. Two square meals a day and a snack – that’s what was included, so that’s what we ate.
I’ve always enjoyed the mouse, but I think this year they’re sort of slipping a bit.
As we were driving in, one of the thousands of buses that transports the hoards had wrecked. Thankfully, we weren’t on that bus, but the crash did divert our course. We had to drive through a back lot to get to the main road which led to our hotel.
It was a mess back there: Tilt-A-Whirl parts, a broken down bus, stacks of wood, chain link fence – looked like the back gate at the NC State Fair. The place where the Pig Racers camp for the week.
I don’t want to see that. It’s like your grandma’s underwear. You know she’s got ‘em but you certainly don’t want to see them.
The Monorail was “Out of Order” three times during our short stay. Heck, that’s the main reason I go. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to riding in a hovercraft like in Star Wars. And by day 3, one of the trains had disappeared. I could tell because they’re color coded, and a new one was puddling around the circle. It rides on a huge concrete track! How did they move it? Where did it go? Did it break and fall off in the lagoon?
I think some funky stuff happens at that place once the park closes. Mickey Mouse walking around naked and stuff.
On the bottom side of the monorail track at the Transportation Center in the Magic Kingdom, a permanent sign that read, “DANGER, HIGH VOLTAGE,” had been replaced with a large sign that looked like it had been printed on a bubble jet.
I did that once at the Y and got in trouble. My sign read, “Please don’t spit in the shower.” A member asked me to put it up, and I was trying to be customer friendly. Apparently some mannerless dude had hocked one right there beneath the Kohler Medallion 5-Sprayer showerhead.
Finally, the afternoon we headed to the airport, we walked outside of our hotel to wait for the airport shuttle and right in front of us was an enormous puddle of vomit. Probably too much Diet Coke followed by the Tilt-A-Whirl.
At any rate, the chunkiness sat there for the entire duration of our wait, like 20 minutes. People were nearly walking through it.
Now don’t get me wrong, customer service in central Florida still outshines the majority of other places I go on a weekly basis, and the grounds and facilities are very nice. Most importantly, we had a fantastic time. I was just surprised to see these few blemishes.
Perhaps I’m just getting cynical. Or, maybe they knew I was sliding in without paying full fare. You get what you pay for, huh?