Day 5: One Last Trip to the Laughin' Place

Day 5: One Last Trip to the Laughin' Place

We took our time getting up and ready for our last day, Friday. We had a 10:15 breakfast ADR for Chef Mickey’s at the Contemporary. We assembled the troops and hopped the bus for Magic Kingdom. We figured we’d just catch the monorail over to Contemporary.
Actually, on Monday when we’d gone to MK, there were only a handful of guests on the bus, and the driver actually stopped and dropped some folks off right in front of the resort first. We considered asking if we could do the same, but this bus was packed to the gills. So we got to MK and since it was actually a nice morning and we noticed quite a line waiting to board the monorails, we opted to simply hoof it.

The CM’s hovering around the bus stops were very friendly and one actually stopped a bus to let us “jay-walk” across the street to the right sidewalk. It is a pretty easy walk, even with two strollers and didn’t take but a few minutes. And I got a pretty good look at Bay Lake Tower. As we passed the crowds waiting to board shuttles at Contemporary, for some reason I felt a little self-conscious.
In my mind I created an air of higher-class and sophistication about them (i.e. money.) After all, we were a sweaty band of nomads who were staying at a value resort. These folks were in a deluxe monolith of a hotel. Stupid. I know. It continued as we entered the lobby, until the suited gentleman greeting us smiled and asked if he could assist us as he immediately offered Sean a sleeve of Mickey stickers. I explained we were there for breakfast and he enthusiastically said “Chef Mickey’s? Wonderful. Just take the elevator right on up to the 4th floor.”

I know, that’s his job, but still. He did it very well. It reminded me that Walt intended a place where rich or not, you were treated like a true guest.

Anyway, I really liked the Contemporary (I’d never actually been in it – only through it on the ‘rail.) And we all had a great breakfast at Chef Mickey’s. I actually thought the food in this buffet was even better than the Crystal Palace breakfast. A lot of the same stuff, but a couple surprises too.
My favorite thing, besides the breakfast pizza that’s supposed to be for the kids, was the corned beef hash. They also had hash at the CP which of course was good. In fact, Joe and I discussed how it was really a higher quality, with big hunks of meat and potatoes, etc, but good as it was what we really wanted was that good ol’ Hormel right outta the can style. The hash at Chef Mickey’s was much more akin to that. I think I had 3 helpings. I know; no accounting for taste I guess.

There’s nothing better before attacking one of the parks than loading up on a good breakfast. Really that’s a good strategy prior to a lot of activities, other than sitting in a cubicle staring at a computer all day!

And the character interaction was great. The kids were so used to seeing characters at this point there was no fear. They loved them all, especially the main Mouse, who came right up to our table and played around with the little ones!

In our planning stages, we’d thought we’d go back to the hotel after breakfast, but once you’re that close to the castle, it’s kind of hard to just leave again. So in we went. We got wise and as soon as we were through the gates, Ashley said they wanted to hit something in Fantasyland but we’d already discussed heading straight to Adventureland for Pirates. So, we split up.
Best decision of the trip! Just kidding!

But I will say it was nice just spending the day as the 3 of us, our little family. On our way to Pirates, Sean caught sight of the Flying Carpets so we stopped to take a quick flight. Sean even got to control the stick. I don’t know that I’d say I like the carpets more than Dumbo, but there is something about them that I just get a kick out of. Maybe I’m just such a fan of Aladdin. As well as of Adventureland in general. I don't know quite how to explain it, but Adventureland is Disney World to me. As opposed to many who say it is Fanatasyland that best represents WDW in their minds, or maybe Tomorrowland. When I sit and think about the Magic Kingdom, my mind immediately conjures images of the Jungle Cruise, Pirates, and that whole side of the park. I guess we all have our own vision of WDW and what we love most.

Afterward, we took a little cruise to the Caribbean. I hate to say this, but after riding Pirates in Disneyland, there’s something slightly disappointing about the WDW version. It really is missing so much. I wish when they did the refurb a few years ago they’d have added those extra scenes that our California brethren get to enjoy. But still, it’s Pirates and it’s the one I knew as a boy so it’s still special and fun.

When we came out of PoTC the mid-day sun was high and we decided to try Splash Mountain again. The stand-by said 20 minutes, but it seemed to take a lot longer. Due in no small part to the fact that Sean was not behaving. He wasn’t happy about having to wait to get on the “boat ride” and the heat wasn’t helping his demeanor.
Plus, no offense to my European WDW-fans as all are welcome, but when in line and you discover a group of rival soccer team . . . sorry, football club fans, do you really need to engage in a team chant competition?
There were two groups ahead of us in line, and I don’t know where exactly they were from or who they were each rooting for, but they began to shout out these sing-songy chants at each other, back and forth. It was cute the first five times, but . . .

I know, I sound like I should be wearing black socks with sandals shouting “get off my lawn!” I admit, I was grumpy at the moment. I suppose if it were 75 degrees with a light breeze and my son was behaving like the Cherub he usually is, I might have been more inclined to find it charming.

There’s never been a better feeling then stepping into that inner catacomb of the mountain near Brer Frog’s house. That’s when you get that first blast of sweet, sweet air conditioning after being in that Florida heat. Oh, and the ride was fun too!

After the Mountain, I got the sense Wendy might want to head back. I’ll be honest; I can’t even remember for the life of me what we did for lunch that day. I know we filled up Sean’s popcorn bucket at some point that day. And as we made our way through Liberty Square with the intention of leaving, I decided to try again.
“How about we check the wait for the Mansion?”

It was broad daylight after all. Less chance of emotionally scarring our child, I reasoned. Wendy acquiesced and on we went. Got to see Leota’s grave stone in action which was cool. Ok, so admittedly it’s about as high-tech as the Halloween decorations for sale at Walgreens right now, but still, it’s something new.
I admit, I was a bit worried about how Sean would react to the Mansion. We rode the one in DL, and during its Nightmare Before Christmas incarnation, and that opening in the parlor really freaked him out. However I’d say it’s safe to say it was the volume of Jack Skellington shrieking that got him. This time around, Sean didn’t flinch. Admittedly I was kind of whispering into his ear when I knew the loud noise was coming.

He was great throughout the whole ride. In fact he laughed and looked all around at everything. The new scenes are very much an improvement. Especially the bride’s scene. That was awesome. And the Escher-like staircases are much better than the giant spider web. Overall they did a good job of “plussing it” without completely changing or throwing something distracting into it. It all works. Overall, I’m just thankful that Haunted Mansion movie was a flop; otherwise we might see an animatronic Eddie Murphy in every third or fourth scene!

We decided to head back to Pop and relax for a bit. Wendy said she was exhausted and was going to lay down with Sean. I decided to head down to the pool one last time. I threw my book (Heaven & Hell: My Life with the Eagles by Don Felder – I recommend it), my iPod, and the remaining Bud Lights (thank you Aunt Renee) into my backpack.

Sidebar: I’m a big fan of backpacks still, even at 34 and not really being an outdoorsman. My wife got me the one I use now 10 years ago. It’s a yellow and green Timberland and holds all my personal stuff. I’ve always said that if it came down to it, every material thing in the world I need would fit in that pack. And since I’m not a fan of wearing a lanyard, the handful of Disney pins I’ve collected throughout the years are stuck on the outside of it. Gives it a little character (no pun intended) but also can draw attention and funny looks. Which, it seemed to do that day.

I took a dip in the pool (60’s pool) and then got out to catch some rays and read, but I was having a hard time concentrating. I tried to listen to my iPod but that wasn’t working either. Then I got a picture mail from my 2 managers that read “You’re missing the meeting!” Of course it was a picture of them sitting in the bar of a local Mexican restaurant sipping margaritas at 3:00 in the afternoon. I sent them a picture of the pool as I saw it, then turned my phone on myself hoisting a beer to the camera eye and sent them my rebuttal. “I still win.”

What I didn’t know is the lady a couple loungers down from me was watching my strange antics. After her third or fourth trip to the bar she stopped by my chair and asked how my book was. I told her I was having a hard time sticking with it and she confessed she been watching me open it and close it. Then inevitably she asked about my bag. Actually we had a nice conversation. She was a schoolteacher from Nebraska who came down with her entire family and extended family. Anyway, Kris from Nebraska, I’ll hoist one to you again next time. And for the record, the book is actually really good once you get past the first couple chapters.

Around 5:30 I headed back to the room and the wife and kid were still sleeping. I fought the urge to sneak back down to Petals bar and took a shower instead. We got back to MK around 7, figuring we’d grab dinner there. Instead we cut over to Fantasyland (oh, p.s. we somehow split up from Ashley and Joe again) because Sean had seen the Tomorrowland Speedway and flipped out earlier.
So we figured we better let him drive a car. Which he got to do. He and Wendy got into one with Sean at the wheel (scary thought) and I followed behind them. I actually hadn’t ridden on the Speedway since I was probably 9 years old. It’s one of those things I just kind of skip. It was fun. Nothing super exciting but Sean loved it. On a few of the turns I was able to see his face as the breeze whipped through his hair and he was grinning, tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth, having the time of his life. That’s what it’s all about.
Sidebar: I'm really jealous that DL/CA is going to have a Cars land. Since they're really going to do a major overhaul on Fantasyland anyway, why not turn the the Speedway into a mini-Radiator Springs? Or even half-Springs and half-Piston Cup? Just puttin' it out there for any Imagineers lurking on the threads!

I did find one negative about the Speedway though. The designated smoking area in Tomorrowland is just under the exit walkway from the Speedway. So as you’re heading across the walk to the steps, the smoke everyone below is exhaling is billowing up at you. At least it was at that particular moment as we were leaving. It was too much to take. Even for someone who still sneaks one now and then.

We decided afterwards to take another spin on Goofy’s Barnstormer, this time with mommy. The line was surprisingly longer than usual, given such a short (but still fun) ride.
Sean was beside himself when we said we didn’t want to wait in line for a third trip. Instead we headed off to Big Thunder Mountain for a real ride, which we got to do twice in a row.

By this point we figured we really should get him something to eat. Since it was close, and we only had 2 counter service meals left, we chose Pecos Bill’s. I ordered and waited while Wendy got Sean chicken tenders from the cart right outside. The one thing I remember about Pecos Bills even from when I was kid, and the reason I’ve passed right by it the last few times I’ve been, is that it took forever to get your food.
Sadly, not much has changed since the late 80’s I’m afraid. I ordered two burgers. I must have waited at least 15 minutes, as did those around me. I didn’t hear anyone order Surf & Turf but you’d have thought we were waiting for them to trap and boil a lobster.

As we waited, however, I was privy to something I've never seen in a Disney park. A CM was having a loud and very angry meltdown in the kitchen. A girl was hooting and hollering about something she didn’t like and cursing like a sailor. The supervisor was trying to calm her down, or at least shut her up till they were in private. The gist. as I understood it. was ironically that she was mad at another CM who was taking too long getting the orders up. Go figure.
Something tells me you wouldn't have seen that particular CM working there the next day.

By the time we ate, it was getting late. I felt that twinge of despair that our last night was drawing to its imminent close. We decided on one more trip down Splash Mountain for good measure. I can’t help but feel a surge of pride that my kid loves these “big boy” rides already!

It was about 9:30 when we walked out of Pecos Bill’s and the Spectromagic parade was just winding through Liberty Square.
This by the way might be a good tip for those of you in that area when it starts. If its 9:00 o’clock and you want a drink or need to pee, have someone save your spot and go. Take your time. The parade may start at 9:00 o’clock, but it won’t hit Frontierland before 9:30. We decided to grab a spot on the bridge and watch it once more. This time Chernabog even spread his wings in all his demonic glory (is that an oxymoron?)
Spectromagic is so great (since writing this report, they have since taken Spectro out and brought back the famed Mainstreet Electrical Parade, at least for the summer.)
As soon as the last float was rolling by, we dashed over to Splash Mountain for one last cruise. I like to ride this one at night when Wishes is going on because you get an amazing view of the castle as you come around the top of the mountain. If you time it right, you also get an amazing view of the castle with the fireworks going off all around it. It’s pretty spectacular.

But wasn’t to be this trip. We were too early. Oh well. It’s not like it spoiled the ride. It was still a great time. The only disappointment, if you can call it that, about our multiple rides on Splash Mountain (and really any of the rides that offer this) is that we never had a good picture turn out of the three of us. Sean is still such a little guy that in most of them he was completely blocked from view (oft times by his Sasquatch of a father!)

We exited Splash just as Wishes started up so we found a nice spot to watch. That didn’t last long as Sean was not a fan of the thunderous booms of the fireworks, which, being so close can be felt in your chest. He didn’t dig it at all and made it known by clapping his hands over his ears and looking up at me with tears welling up and lip quivering, like “What are you doing to me here?!?!”

So I kicked the stroller in gear and we made our way out, through the masses that were gathered around the castle, toward the exits. Right before we were about to duck out under the tracks, Wendy said she wanted to stop into the photo shop because we had a coupon for a FREE 5 X 10 Photopass picture. And she wanted to order a few others.

So Sean and I just sort of browsed. I debated buying myself the bright green 2009 shirt (anyone who has been this year knows it well, I’m sure.) In the end I just decided it was a little too bright for me, especially back in Chicago. It was just one of those impulses where it’s like “we’re about to leave and it’s going to be a while before we get back. Buy! Buy! Buy!”

Instead Sean and I crossed over to the bathrooms by the Firehouse for a pitstop before heading out. I then wheeled him into the Emporium but it became immediately apparent that was a really bad idea. 10:15 P.M. is about the worst time you could possibly pick to try a quick browsing excursion in the Emporium. Unless maybe its extra-magic hours and people are still out on the rides. Otherwise, everybody else exiting the park is inside the Emporium undergoing their own “Buy! Buy! Buy!” frenzy!

When we got the bus stop the line for Pop Century was insane! To be expected of course at the end of the night. We just hunkered down and waited with the rest of the herd. After a good 30 minute wait, we were finally on the bus.

Our plan for Friday was to simply lay low. Our flight out was a little before 4:00 and the DMX was picking us up at 1:15. So not a lot of time to do too much anyway. We figured we’d just check our stuff with the bellmen and hang out at the pool or something.
Until we got to the room that night and realized we still had yet another coupon for a FREE 5 X 10 Photopass picture. It pays to look in that little voucher booklet Disney sends you when you book your trip. I had kind of just breezed through the coupons as I had no plans to go to Planet Hollywood or play mini-golf. I did however use the 30 minutes of free game play one of the afternoons, even though I’m not a video game guy. I actually attempted to play Guitar Hero since there was nobody else in there. Of course just as I began to butcher Slow Ride, a huge crowd of kids came in and I know made fun of me without mercy.

At any rate, Wendy did not want that free pic going to waste, and it wasn’t valid for online orders so she decided she wanted to hit one of the Photopass shops the next day. I played it cool because I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic and pay for it on the plane because she was exhausted from hitting another park before rushing to the airport. This fear is not unfounded, by the way. It’s rooted firmly in reality from a previous trip!
The question was, would we just head back to Downtown Disney or go to a park? And if the latter, which park would it be . . . ???

Day 4; Part 2

Day 4, Pt. 2: Open the Door, Get on the Floor, Everybody Walk the Dinosaur!

As I mentioned, after Joe and I rode Kali River Rapids, we made a quick run by Everest to see if we could squeeze in one more ride. Middle of the afternoon? Yeah right!

Most of you know that when walking to Everest you must pass right by Yak & Yeti. I had made ADR’s there back in July but the best we could get was 4:15 and others in the group didn’t like that. Admittedly that’s a little early for dinner, especially since our systems are on Central time so that would be like eating dinner at 3:15. Anyway, when we walked by it smelled SO GOOD!!! My mouth started watering like Pavlov’s mutt, and Joe agreed. But, oh well . . .

We headed back to Pop and I collected Sean from the kiddy pool so Wendy could chill for a while as was her only desire this trip. He was not thrilled to be forced back to the room but after drying off and a little chocolate milk, he was soon tucked in bed and catching a little snooze time. I was laid in my bed and watched Stacey’s Must-Do list for the 18th time with a little Coke Zero in my mug. Kudos to WDW for having CZ in the food court fountains, by the way!

It wasn’t long before my eyelids started to droop as well. As I was just drifting off with visions of sugar plums, the adjoining door opened and there was Joe (not a vision you want to wake to, unless of course you’re Mrs. Joe!) He said they were going to hang out in their room a while and would leave the doors open if I wanted to go to the pool. I was just a little comfortable and a little lazy to get up, put my suit on, etc. so I politely declined. Wendy returned soon after anyway and we began to pull ourselves together for dinner.

Our dinner reservation was for 7:00 at T-REX. I’ve said it already, but I was so excited for this one, and for a couple reasons. The first is I’m a dinosaur nut. Have been since I was about 4 years old. I’m such a dino-nut I even like Jurassic Park 3! Heck, I even liked the Flinstones movies. Both of them! Although there is a theory that the Flintstones were not actually about the past but in fact a post-Apocalyptic future where mankind must rebuild with modern know-how but primitive resources, hence stone houses, etc, and thereby making those creatures radiation-created mutant aberrations and not actually dinosaurs at all, but of course that’s a discussion for another thread . . .!

The other reason is I am a big fan of Rainforest Café. I work only about 10 minutes from one, and on particularly aggravating days, I will escape on my lunch break and just sort of mill around the gift shop. The employees are even getting to know me. I recently explained to one that they are cheaper than therapy for me. She laughed, gestured to the aquarium archway and said “yes, you know fish are supposed to be very relaxing.” I just like it because it looks, feels, and smells like vacation to me. There’s a palpable Disney influence there. The creator, Steve Schussler even uses a lot of Walt quotes. Usually after a few minutes at RFC and quick stop upstairs in the Disney Store, I can more or less get through the rest of the day. For the record we do also eat there on occasion!

Finally, I also feel a (very) loose connection to the Schussler brand. Steve Schussler’s first foray into the restaurant-ish business was a brand of nightclubs here in the Chicago area called Jukebox Saturday Night. As you can infer, it was a 50’s/60’s inspired dance club for adults in the 80’s. When I was a kid and my then single-mother was dating, I recall many a Saturday night when we’d have a sitter so she and friends could go to JBSN. We didn’t live far from it and that cherry red ’57 Chevy front-end hanging out over the doorway was a familiar site. Schussler had wild design ideas, even then. Fast-forward about 20 years and there I was, nearly-30, singing on-stage in the very same club belting out the Eagles and Jimmy Buffett songs.

Of course it had long since been sold and at that point was called Zookeepers (lame) and the walls were plastered with tiger and zebra stripes and neon lights hung everywhere. The “V.I.P.” room was an oversized booth to the right of the stage separated by plastic “animal cage” bars. As David Byrne once sang “and you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here???”
Still, the nostalgia was there for me.

So anyway, enough sidebar, you get the idea. I was excited to go to T-REX Café!

I think we were on the DTD bus by 6:15ish. Joe and I had to stand towards the back of the shuttle, which was fine. But from our vantage point we both witnessed as a woman (who by the by was also the one that held up the bus because she was on an ECV, though stood unassisted and sat down walked to a seat without visible effort) glared, rolled her eyes, and whispered comments to her husband about Sean and Abby the whole ride. The kids were well-rested and were being let’s just say a bit boisterous. I am the first to admit, and get annoyed, when my kid is being obnoxious. In this case, he was not. And even those closest to them were laughing and encouraging him, asking “who did you see today?” etc.

I just wanted to say to the lady, “look, if excited children bother you, next time just go to Branson. I hear there’s nobody under the age of 100 there!” (Ok, cheap shot. My apologies to fans of Andy Williams and Yakov Smirnoff!)

After studying the map, Ashley had recommended we exit at the Pleasure Island stop, rather than the DTD stop. But Joe and I called an audible that we would exit at the first drop. We explained to the girls later that we wanted to get off before one of us throttled the old lady. Plus I got the impression they were getting off at the first stop as well, and we’d have all had to wait for her to get off before moving on to the P.I. stop. So we snaked our way around the shops and restaurants, and I with my enthusiastic gate was the first to reach T-REX. I would later have to admit that the Pleasure Island stops are so much closer, so if you’re planning on eating there, keep that in mind! You could spit your gum and hit T-REX from those stops. Please don’t try it; I’m just sayin’!

I was at the podium right at 7:00 and we were more or less seated immediately. They no sooner handed me a pager then it was going off. Now, as for theme restaurants, its no secret many are often heavy-handed on spectacle, often cheaply slapped together, to the point where it’s just too much. And all to often its meant to mask the lower food quality. You end up paying for flair.

As far as T-REX Café is concerned, this is not at all the case! I thought it was AWESOME! Yes, it is a lot of spectacle. But I loved it. I love the animatronics. I love the giant Rex and her pups that greet you right at the entrance. I love the themed rooms, although I still don’t entirely get the giant octopus over the bar. But it works! My eyes couldn’t stop darting all around.

They sat us in the Geo-Tech Room which is covered by a “night sky” where there’s a meteor shower every 20 minutes. From our table I had a great view of most of the restaurant. I was looking right at the Rex in the center of the place, and the Wooly Mammoth was to my right, as well as the Ice Age room. That is amazing by the way! When you walk into it, it’s really like walking into a glacier. The lighting is so weird though and it takes your eyes a few minutes to adjust. I don’t know how the servers deal with constantly coming in and out of it. It would be like eating in Superman’s Fortress of Solitude.

With any restaurant of course, the proof is in the pudding, right? The fear with a place like T-REX is that the food won’t be that good. Well, while I didn’t have any actual pudding, I can tell that everything I ate was DELICIOUS! We started with the nachos which ,while nothing really special about the ingredients were really tasty and would be a hit at any football party. Then I had the Boneyard Buffet which is bbq ribs and half a roasted chicken, along with waffle fries and cole slaw. My only complaint at all is that the chicken was a little bland. But it was cooked well and very juicy. The ribs were great. They were more saucy than the ones I’d had at Flame Tree (yes for those paying attention, I had ribs twice in one day!) The flavor was really nice and the meat tender. What else can you ask for? Joe had the Gigantosaurus burger, which looked bananas! Imagine a double-cheeseburger on steroids. I don’t even remember what the girls had because I was elbow deep in BBQ sauce and slaw!

But everyone agreed that the food was great. And the drinks were fantastic too! I have a “Category-5” which quite honestly I don’t remember what was in it (there’s a reason for that) but just know it involves a lot of rum and its red . . . I think. Even popped for the souvenir glasses for $13. So you know, if you do get the first one in the glass, you don’t have to pay $13 if you want another. It’s like $6 or $7 bucks. And they bring you a new glass in a box when you’re ready to leave. I know this may seem like standard operating procedure, but Joe was walking to the bathroom to rinse his and dry it off before our waitress stopped him. And I can’t laugh because I might’ve done the same! I try to act like I’ve been somewhere before but sometimes . . .

When we’d finished the girls took the kids outside while I waited for the bill. As most of you know T-REX is not part of the dining plan. And I will forewarn you that it’s not cheap. It’s not super expensive but it is pricey; expect to pay vacation prices if you know what I mean. But I will also tell you, from my perspective, it is money well spent. Everyone really enjoyed the entire experience. And I’ve seen some reviews of people saying “T-REX is not for little kids” etc, and I guess you just have to consider the kid. Our kids loved it.

The only time Sean got scared at all was when Wendy and I were taking pictures all around the restaurant by various displays. Wendy was holding him in front of a baby Brachiosaurus and out of nowhere it decided to wake up and swing its neck around behind them. They both jumped out of their skins. But it was funny, and Sean quickly recovered before any tears appeared. I think Wendy took longer to compose herself! I just regret not having the video camera!

While I was settling up, the manager stopped by our table to ask how everything was. We actually had a nice conversation. She told us that they went from being slammed to slow virtually over night the week before and she seemed genuinely appreciative to have us there. We talked about the opening and I asked about her career. She’s been with the company a long time, managing a couple RFC’s and then she opened the Yak & Yeti (which was also a Schussler brainchild.) She asked if we’d eaten there and I just growled. Just kidding, but I told her about only being able to get an early reservation, to which she told me we could have just walked up at any time we wanted and they’d have fit us in pretty quickly. She also confirmed that the smells weren’t deceiving and that the food really is good. So it is definitely a must on my next trip. Super nice lady.

She had funny stories about Steve Schussler and even dropped a rumor about what he and the Imagineers might be partnering up on for DTD / P.I. next. It actually seemed like a weird idea, and somewhat unlikely given they have one at Epcot already. I ain’t saying any more because I don’t wanna get sued or get her fired! I’ll just say anything’s possible at Disney!!!

Sean and I built a “castle” at the LEGO store for a while (castle means Sean stacked as many blocks on top of each other as he could get his hands on in a straight column) while the ladies shopped at the World of Disney. Joe had gone off in search of some sports themed store (Mickey’s Athletic Club?) Anyway, I made the mistake of taking a tired, cranky, 2 & ½ year old who was already annoyed with me for leaving the LEGO store into WoD. That was dumb. Everything at eye level was “I want!” or “Mine!” Bad daddy! Bad!!!

After a whirl on the carousel we stopped at Goofy’s Candy Company. I must admit my wife told me numerous times I should pack our cups from the last time we went when we made those slushies in there. Mine’s got a Goofy hat and shoes and hers in Minnie Mouse. She kept saying, they will refill them there and it’s cheaper and you know when you’re there you’ll want one. But me being a man said no, it’s just more junk to pack and then lug around. We’ll be fine. I won’t want one. Too much sugar anyway. Yadda yadda yadda! So we walked into Goofy’s Candy Company that night and guess what was the first thing my mouth started watering for . . . !

But as good as it sounded to cap off a good night with a slushie, it just wasn’t worth the “I told you so’s.”

Just putting it out there guys. If you’ve got ‘em, take your cups. It’s worth it.
Although I wouldn’t have minded making a Stitch cup too!!!

At any rate, we made our way back to the busses loaded with treats, and soon were back home at Pop. It really was a good night. One of those “fall asleep with a simple, satisfied smile on your face” nights.

The next day was Thursday, our last full day in Walt Disney World. I was already getting depressed. I must admit, this is the first trip to Disney that I found myself having a hard time just trying to live in the moment and enjoy it. Everyday I had this running counter in my brain, counting down to Friday when it all blew up. I don’t know why that was. Guess I’m just getting older. Yeesh!

Still, we had one more day and we were going to make the most of every minute we could spending our final day at the Magic Kingdom one more time.

Day 4: There's a Cowboy In the Jungle

I woke up Wednesday morning with a little more spring in my step. I love Animal Kingdom. In fact it's gotta be my favorite park, after MK.

Sidebar: When people ask me which of the WDW parks is my favorite, I usually take Magic Kingdom out of the equation altogether.

It's kind of like something I heard someone say about movies. From now on, everyone should agree to just take Citizen Kane out of the equation and rate every other movie because we all know film buffs think Kane is the greatest movie ever made. Personally, I find that movie tedious, and will watch Casablanca any day of the week. But still, the analogy makes sense. In the same way I look at it like, yes, Magic Kingdom is the best because its Walt's park and closest to Disneyland and the most "Disney"-like and features the characters, yadda yadda yadda . . .

So if I rate the other 3, Animal Kingdom is my favorite (or Epcot, I change my mind depending on which one I'm in.)

I was showered, dressed, and had been to the food court for coffee and chocolate milk before my roomies were even out of bed. In anticipation of a hot day, I put on the new sleeveless Mickey shirt my wife found for me at the outlet store the night before. That's right: sun's out, guns out.

They pulled themselves together and Joe and Ash were getting it together next door and we made it to the park right at 9:00.

I tend to just freestyle it in the parks, but this morning I had map in hand and immediately scouted out our path to Expedition: Everest. I was pushing Sean in the stroller, and as mentioned, I have an "enthusiastic gate" so soon enough I looked around and realized I was all alone. I spotted Wendy coming up around the bend into Asia not too far behind, but already Joe and Ashley had vanished.

I asked where they were and she said she didn't even know. I waited around another minute but saw a large wave of people working their way toward us and it was clear they were following the same plan I was. Their destination: the same forbidden mountain. We continued our trek toward Everest and I sent Joe a text asking if we'd lost them. A moment later I received the following message:

"Ashley slipped. Taking a break."

I asked if she was hurt and he said she'd just twisted her ankle slipping in a puddle and needed to sit for a bit.

Undaunted, I carried on. The mountain has claimed many a visitor in her time. It's the risk we accept when we take her challenge. Sadly in this case, it was shopping that claimed today's victim. Apparently she ducked into a gift shop to look at something and somehow managed to step in a wet spot on the ground as she was leaving and her foot slid and buckled under her. To her credit, as they sat on that bench and her ankle starting to throb, she told Joe to go on ahead and meet up with us and she'd head back to the resort. Joe to his credit said no, he was going with her. So they compromised and she sat for a little longer to see if the pain subsided and Joe texted me he was on his way.

At this point we'd already grabbed a child swap (the greatest scam Disney offers for those of us breeders) and I had just entered the que to go on first. I waited to the side of the line a minute or two because honestly there no was no wait time, but as more people started to pass me, I was too anxious to wait any longer. Joe would have to take his own chances with the mountain. I had to go it alone!

Once again the line moved so fast I had no time to actually look around at all the details the Imagineers so painstakingly put into the que areas. It was beautiful too and really tells a story so vividly. You really can let your imagination transport you to Nepal. Well, Nepal on a 90 degree day. I was assigned to row 10, just about the rear-center of the train and had no one around me. The train pulled out and off I set on what could be the last adventure of my life . . .

I have to admit, all jokes aside, that a funny feeling began to set in. I've been waiting to see this animatronic Yeti for almost 4 years now. I've seen it on t.v. and in pictures online many times. Even watched how it was made. But as I found myself locked in to that train seat, I actually began to get nervous. Especially when we stopped at that peak where the tracks had been ripped up and you hear the mysterious sounds and growls. In that moment, I found I had to remind myself I've seen the gears and wires and controls; the Yeti isn't real!

Then fortunately the train went flying backwards through a dark cavern, then and up into the mountain, and I gotta say it felt like we were almost going to go right over in a loop. It was exhilerating. We straightened out and came to a stop, saw the shadow of the beast, and raced on. With every twist, and turn, and dark tunnel I was certain we'd encounter the Yeti at any moment and I was bracing myself emotionally. I didn't want to miss it, even though I knew in that moment, real or not, it was going to be terrifying. We rocketed through one last dark cavern and then . . . sunlight.

The train slowed and we were back at the station. The ride was over? I looked around at my fellow passengers to see if they were as confused as I was. Where was the Yeti? I hadn't seen literally hyde nor hair of any Abominal Snowman. Was he on a Union 10? Did he start late on Wednesday or something? Maybe I just blinked at the wrong moment or something. I thought I saw something move in the darkness for a split second but could that have been it???

Don't get me wrong, the ride kicked all kinds of butt and when I got off I was woozy and my heart was racing. But I couldn't help but be a little let-down that I never saw the Yeti. Wendy and Joe took the child-swap ticket and rode. I waited with Sean near the exit and we watched for mommy. By they way, my 2 & 1/2 year old was beside himself that he couldn't go on the ride. He wanted to tell them what they could do with their 48 inch high rule!

They were on and off within 10 minutes tops and Wendy said "you and Joe go ride it again real quick." Don't have to tell me twice. In line I asked Joe what he thought of the ride and he just said "it's pretty good." We sat in car 11 this time, just behind where I'd been. Apparently he and Wendy were much closer to the front - a spot I find is usually less exciting on roller coasters due to the lag time.

Right before we took off I asked, "Did you see the Yeti?" and he also said no, they hadn't noticed, other than the shadowy appearance halfway through. Before I could ask the CM about it we were on our way again. This time my eyes were peeled. When we reached that final cave where I knew he had to be, I strained to see into the darkness. We were both on HYA (High-Yeti-Alert)! As we entered I pointed up and the following words left mouth exactly as I'll write them: "He should be right, he's right there OH GOD!!!"

Needless to say, he was there. Albeit very hard to see. There was only a faint strobe light behind him, so dim we really didn't get a good look . . . on top of flying by at break-neck speed of course. But I saw enough that it was terrifying for a split second, and I loved it. And Joe loved my reaction, as he reminded me all day of it.

Not that this is any big secret to roller coaster lovers, but Joe having sat closer to the front and then to the back, said further back was way better. He said he didn’t understand why I was so wobbly when I got off the first time, but after we rode again he totally felt it.

After Everest we found Ashley and Abby, who were ready to soldier on into the heart of dark . . . I mean continue on into the park. I led on toward Dinoland. I had mentioned to them that we should use a Counter Service meal to have lunch at Flame Tree BBQ. I’d never eaten there but heard good things. As we passed by, all of us were immediately drawn in by the delicious smell of smoke and barbeque. Everyone instantly agreed with my idea!

Since it was my intention to go right to Dinosaur, the ladies took the kids to ride the Triceratops Spin, which is essentially Dumbo but with dinosaurs.

There was no line for Joe and I at Dinosaur. We got right in to the Dinosaur Institute and just waited for the doors to be opened so we could go see Mrs. Huxtable. You'd have to have ridden it to get that, and be a dinosaur yourself, like me.

Joe asked if this ride was as scary as Jurassic Park over at Universal. Personally I think it blows JP away, and told him so. The dinosaurs alone are so much more realistic (the big ones anyway.) I remember last time I rode JP, I noticed that when the big dinosaurs outside (Brachi0saurus and Stegosaurus) opened their mouths, they were still connected by a seamless piece of black rubber. Plus they had no teeth which I don’t think is anatomically correct even for these plant eaters.

I’m a dino-nut so I found that lame but ok, it may be a picky detail.

Even so, Dinosaur itself is so much more kinetic and exciting, and Disney's dinosaurs definitely have teeth! Lots of sharp, jagged, flesh-tearing teeth.

I’ve seen a lot of people online criticize it and say they don’t like it. I don’t know how you can not like it, unless it’s just too intense for you. And just as on Everest, there are moments where for a brief second you forget those dinosaurs are mechanical and programmed to stop before they actually eat you. Oh and anyone who tells you Indiana Jones at Disneyland is better (they use the same vehicles) is out of their mind and needs to be hit in the head with a ball-peen hammer.

Afterwards we came off to find Goofy and Pluto taking pics just outside of Dinosaur and the girls were waiting in line. Then we jumped on Primeval Whirl. A fun, spinning, mini-coaster. Google it. It's hard to describe, but it's just wild and whimsical. I took Sean with thinking there’d be no problem with him riding it. I didn’t know this was another 48 incher. Once again, I had an unhappy child.

The girls and kids had probably indulged us long enough, so we decided to get them out of the sun so they could sit for a bit. We headed over to It’s Tough to Be a Bug. As we would our way down into the tree, I have to admit I considered warning them about some of the “4D” effects in the theater. But then I thought, hey, nobody ever warned me!

Besides, what’s a hornet sting in the back now and then? It’s good for you. Builds character. And as I expected, they loved it. Plus watching Joe (who by the way is like 6’ 3” and probably 325 - 350 lbs) nearly leap out of his seat when the smaller bugs exited the theater at the end was priceless. At least he couldn’t see my face when I saw the Yeti!

We had lunch at Flame Tree after. It was really good. I had the ribs though it was an internal debate for a while. The chicken sounded good too. Wendy just got a fruit plate (zzzzz!)

The ribs had a good flavor, but I would’ve liked a little more sauce. I'm kind of odd in that I like ‘em wet, but that’s just personal preference. I also sprung for a side of Onion Rings (which are not part of the meal plan, FYI) which were good too. And the deck area is nice and shady and peaceful, however it is teeming with ducks and a few other avian friends. Personally it doesn’t bother me, but I know a few people who are so skeeved by birds they won’t eat in a restaurant if they see a bird outside the window.

And please, DO NOT FEED THE BIRDS!!!
I shouldn’t share this but will. First off, a big table next to us had a kid that was constantly feeding bread to the ducks, which isn’t good for them. Plus it’s just disrespectful when you’re literally sitting under a sign that says not to do it and you do it anyway. But then, Ashley, who was sitting at the next table behind me, started feeding them too for Abby’s amusement. Well, she gave Abby a piece of bread to feed to a duck, but then looked away for a moment. Apparently while she is college educated and well-bred, she never learned or else forgot that ducks, like many winged birds have the uncanny ability to leave the ground when it suits them. The duck lept up into the air to snatch the bread being cruelly dangled overhead and out of reach. When it clamped its beak down, it caught a little bit of finger on both mother and child.

What upset me most was, I missed the whole thing!

Neither was really hurt, just startled.

After lunch we were going to catch the train to Rafiki’s Planet Watch, which is something we’ve never done before. I can’t remember why but halfway to the train Joe and Ashley decided to do something else. So Sean, Wendy, and I boarded without them. It was a nice, albeit not entirely exciting ride, though it was cool to see some of the animals night time enclosures. I have to say the final destination was a little disappointing. The petting zoo was a few goats and sheep, and a lot of empty pens. And the exhibits inside were just kind of . . . eh.

At least now we can say we did it. And it was yet another “choo-choo” ride for Sean. And that’s the most important thing. That kid loves him some trains!

The plan after this was to catch Festival of the Lion King. However along the way there were stops for snacks, drinks, and of course to go potty. Well by time we got to Camp Minnie Mickey the show was 10 minutes in. So scratch that plan. I knew this meant the girls would want to leave.

Admittedly we had done what I’d wanted to do at AK, but, I still wasn’t ready to leave. I was just enjoying being there. As I’ve said, it’s a park I could just be in and even if I didn’t ride anything, I’d still have a great time simply for being in it. And it’s a park that quite honestly, I could walk around in all alone and be perfectly content.

Which I tried to imply and was met with one of those classic wife responses where they tell you it’s fine if you stay behind for an extra hour or so of alone time, and then remind you how they’d really like an hour of alone time too at the pool, but they guess they won’t get it.

So I accepted that I’d be leaving with the rest. But somehow as I walked on ahead (again, long gate . . . though not as enthusiastic when leaving a park) it was worked out that Joe and I would stay because he wanted to ride Kali River Rapids and the girls would head on to Pop ahead of us.

Well, at least that was something, I thought. Score one for Bro-seph! Of course, I’m not stupid. As Joe and I walked away I told him “I don’t know about you, but I’ll be paying for this later, some way or another.” He smiled and said “Yeah, me too. So let’s just enjoy it for now.”

A task made not as easy by the 40 minute wait for Kali. Everybody was looking for a way to beat the heat. The ride was good and bad. Good because when we took that plunge after the big deforestation scene, Joe went down backwards and got SOAKED! The bad was that I came off the thing bone-dry, and also, I forgot how quickly that ride goes by. I have to say its one ride at WDW that I don’t feel is worth a 40 minute wait. To be honest, it’s not worth much more than a 4 minute wait. We have the same rapid ride at our local Six Flags and to be honest, it lasts longer and you get wetter.

When we got off I asked Joe, “How much trouble do you think we’d get in if we tried to jump on Everest one more time before we left?” We figured whatever the answer, it was worth it. But when we saw the standby wait was at 35 minutes, we knew better to bail.

I wrestled with skipping Kilimanaro Safari. I thought Sean would’ve loved it, if for nothing else riding in the big truck. But the wives were convinced the kids would be too restless, and again one of them used the adjective "boring." At which point I walked away.

While my day at Animal Kingdom was over already, a little sooner than I would have liked, there was still more to be excited about. We got back to Pop and I went to the pool to get Sean. I laid him down in the room for a little snooze and spent a little time with Stacey (creepy!!!)

We had dinner reservations for 7:00 at T-REX Café in Downtown Disney. I was almost as excited about this as I had been about riding Everest for the first time.

Day 3: A Prophetic Title (you'll get that one day.)

Day 3; Excerpt from my upcoming "Man's Guide to Doing Disney: Skip Day Three!"

We planned to just sleep in and take our time getting going on Day 3, Tuesday. As many of you know, when you have a little one, you can plan all you want, but don't plan on it working out the way you planned!

For whatever reason, Sean was up at the crack of dawn and wanted to watch tv. And he wasn't taking no for an answer.

And through the adjoining door we could hear activity in the other room. Turns out Abby woke up at 4:30 and would not go back to sleep either. In fact by 9:00, they (Joe, Ashley, and Abby) were already gone on their way to Hollywood Studios. We still took our time. I got coffee and ate a Pop Tart (breakfast of champions, I know) while the others got showered and dressed.

Sadly by time we got our lazy butts to the bus stop the DHS bus line was packed. Including 2 passengers waiting on ECV's (or scooters, as they are sometimes known.) We ended up having to stand the whole way, me with one hand on the folded-up stroller and one on my son who also had to stand due to the lack of seats.

Sidebar: I've been debating even bringing this up as a Disney trip report seems like it should be sunshine and rainbows, but I think I just have to. I was fine standing. I'm a big boy. But I must admit it irked me that none of the able-bodied men offered their seats to my wife and child. Chivalry is clearly lacking in our world.

Call me old school, but I still hold doors and I still give up my seat no matter how tired I am.

I also just wrote a whole paragraph about the legitimacy of some people's need for an ECV but figured that would be inconsiderate and unfair, I guess. So I deleted it.

Anyway, we got to DHS and made it inside very smoothly. I have to say while its not my favorite park by any stretch, I do love walking into Hollywood Studios. Almost as much as walking down Main Street USA. I just get a good feeling. In fact, this is one of those parks where I could almost not even ride a ride and still just love spending a day walking around. Just being there is almost enough. I got a similar feeling at California Adventure last year. And it's clear, at least to me, the latter was inspired in some parts by the former.

Once inside the first order of business was a little shopping while waiting for Joe and Ashley, who'd texted me that they were in The Voyage of the Little Mermaid.

Oh, and don't let me forget to mention a slightly embarrassing story:
As I may have said a few times, it was really hot this week. As soon as I walked out of our room, I'd start sweating. Well, as we were waiting for the bus at Pop, I caught a rancid smell. And it was clearly close. It didn't take long to realize this sour odor was coming from ME! It was my shirt. I had put on a prized Jimmy Buffett shirt from last summer's tour.

But apparently it had been left in the washing machine for a tad too long at some point. You know that smell.

Ugh.
I was not spending the whole day smelling like my dog had lifted its leg on my shirt. Plus, any excuse for another Disney souvenir . . . !

I browsed the shops on the immediate left on Hollywood Blvd (my apologies for not remembering the name.) It was Wendy who made the best score of the day. She found a vinyl Lightning McQueen plush hat on CLEARANCE for $10 bucks! Being a very creative person her wheels began to turn putting together a Halloween costume for Sean. So Sean will be trick or treating as everyone's favorite Piston Cup racer this year! (And he did - hit me up and I'll send you some pics.)

I found a great Mickey T-shirt. It doesn't say Walt Disney World, sadly, but it does look like one of those awesome 1960's concert posters for the Dead, or Jefferson Airplane, but with Mickey in the middle, and it says "The Path to Enlightment, . . . Peace, Love, Mickey Mouse."

I loved it, and surprisingly so did the wife. So shirt was purchased, and away I stole to the bathroom for a quick change.

In the meantime a CM asked my wife if Sean would like to send a message to a Disney character. This was something we'd never been offered in previous trips. It was one of those fun (and free) little extras Disney offers. Wendy filled out a cute little postcard to Sean's very favorite character of all, Lightning McQueen, letting him know he'd be dressing as him for Halloween and telling McQueen how awesome he was 'cuz he "goes fast!"

Kachow!

We got a little certificate stating Sean had sent a message to Lightning. It was pretty cool. Oh, and again, it was free!

By the way, anybody who is going anytime soon, if you spend $20 on merchandise, there's a great Mickey watch you can get for $12.95. I really wanted it, but I have a watch that's considerably more expensive that Wendy gave me a long time ago when we were just dating. Apparently I'm not allowed to buy and/or wear any other watch.

That said, anybody who wants to grab that watch for me, I'll wire you the $13 bucks!

Ok, so after our shopping excursion we walked toward "the Hat" and Sean got to meet Donald and Pluto.

I won't bore you with the details except to tell you that, when I was shirt shopping Sean also got a plastic Monorail car, and he made a point to show it to Pluto, and even let Pluto play with it along the ground.

It was one of those moments, and I'm a little bummed we didn't catch it on video. But again, maybe it's better we didn't. The memory is better.

Afterward we met up with Joe and Ashley.

Here's where things started to, maybe not go south, but definitely veer off and point in a southerly direction.

People in our party were not dealing with A.) the heat, and B.) certain children's cranky, tired behavior in the heat.

I understand that. But meantime, all I wanted to do was ride Tower of Terror, Rock & Roller Coaster, and Toy Story Midway Mania.

Unfortunately I couldn't get anyone else off a park bench! I knew Joe was up for rides, but also that judging by the moods of his party, he didn't dare try to walk away. I bit my lip and waited (and sweated) while they got the kids snacks and water, but couldn't help but, like Captain Hook, hear the ticking of an invisible clock. As though the Croc were creeping up behind me with his jaws wide, while we stood around on a beautfiul day inside an amusement park doing absolutely nothing.

Is it possible I'm the crazy person? Me being me, while I don't like to be confrontational, on the inside I was starting to steam and wanted to scream at these people for just sitting around.

We were at Walt Disney World!!!

That's when it occurred to me; it was day three.

Every time I've gone, it always seems that, by the third day, after two days of walking and adventures, every one is a little tired, and cranky. Little things can boil over into seemingly big things. I decided in that moment that going forward, I must be sure to book enough days that, on Day 3, we can just do nothing. Just sleep in, go to the pool, and simply recoup.

Maybe go mini-golfing in the afternoon. Just a do nothing day, but withenough days left that I don't feel like we wasted one.

Remind me of this the next time I announce we're going, will ya?

After a few minutes of standing around stewing, watching the rest of the guests in the park moving, having fun, I announced I would go check the wait time for Toy Story Midway Mania. Knowing it would likely be long, I offerred to get Fast Passes f or everyone, and along the way I'd check show times for Playhouse Disney Live, which was really our big goal for the day.

I simply wanted to walk. I didn't even care if I rode a ride or saw a attraction. Just needed to move!

I don't stand still very well. Especially in a Disney park. Perhaps I do have ADHD or something.

Fortunately this idea spurred some action within the group. Joe and Wendy decided to follow along with the squirts so Ashley could just chill. I know the early wake up and cranky behavior that followed from Abby was trying her patience. And the nearly 90 degree heat in the late morning hour wasn't helping.

Finally, we were moving again. Checked times for Playhouse Disney Live - pretty much every hour so we were good, as long as they didn’t decide to cancel altogether, as happened to us in California.

Hour wait for Midway Mania. No worries, FP's for every one. The day was getting back on track. I felt my chest loosen again. It was around 11:00 at this point I guess because when we got to Ashley, she told Joe he should go with us to ride Rock & Roller Coaster before they went to see Beauty & the Beast on stage (which I had a feeling I might have to see too.)

Don't get me wrong, I love the movie. I love the story. And the Beast is one of my favorite Disney characters. I see him as a kindred, at least in that form. But, again, the heat, outdoor theater . . . umm, no thanks. Not this year.

Ashley took Abby in search of Air Conditioning and we took the boys, Sean and Joe, and headed down Sunset. Wendy grabbed a child-swap ticket at Rock & Roller Coaster (another great tip some people still don't know about) and Joe and I went on first.

The "10 Min wait" was more like 5, as we practically walked right through and into the "alley." It's been 3 & 1/2 years since I've felt that take-off! What a blast. I giggled through the whole ride, and we caught the live version of Sweet Emotion which for me, being a huge Aerosmith fan, just added to the whole experience!

Joe and I got off and Joe being the excellent guy that he is offered to hang with Sean. I was able to go again with my wife. We got to go through the FP lane with our child-swap ticket but it really wasn't that necessary. The lines were still short. Two great rides on R&RC within a 20 minute period. Those are the moments where I really feel like I'm getting my money's worth!

Afterwards Joe went to join Ashley and Abby at the Baby Care Center where they were cooling off. We said we'd just hook up at the Hollywood & Vine buffet where we were eating lunch in about 45 minutes. Which I realize makes this next sentence sound like great parenting: We stopped and got Sean a bucket of popcorn.

He wanted to see the dinosaur so we took a leisurely stroll around Echo Lake and stopped by to see Gertie. "She" wasn't open yet so thankfully Sean didn't ask for ice cream too.

As we circled around, Wendy saw the American Idol Experience (which I'd hoped to distract her from) was about to begin.

I'd rather shove a meat thermometer in my ear, but we agreed that she could go check it out, as she's loves the t.v. show and I would take Sean on the Great Movie Ride, which I thought while somewhat boring would keep him occupied.

I was mistaken, because he started getting antsy very quickly. He liked the old west set. Sadly, the car that's supposed to drive out and begin the gun fight with Mugsy in the gangster set was apparently not working properly. I was in the front so I could see the car, behind the wall, headlights on and gangsters shooting, but it never came forward, so Mugsy and his boys were essentially fighting an invisible enemy to the last half of our tram.

I will say this is the third time I've ridden it and yet the first time I've ever seen the second alien appearance in the Alien sequence. I've always only seen the one looking down from above. I guess we were always past it by the time she came out of the side.

By time we reached the finale with all the film clips, Sean was ready to climb over the side of the car. And honestly, I was too. I think unless they do a major refurb on that ride, I will probably skip it from now on.

We came out to a text from Wendy saying the show was still going and she'd meet us at H&V. This was our first time eating here. I really wanted to have lunch at the Sci-Fi Dine-In and see what Sean would think of it. It's a restaurant but in typical Disney magic style, you walk in to what looks like an outdoor drive-in movie theater, sarrounded by old cars, that are actually booths. And the major focal point is a large screen that shows old sci-fi movie trailers on a loop. The menu is decent, but the atmosphere is awesome!

And we've eaten at the 50's Prime-Time Cafe and dug that too.

But with the meal plan not covering the kids, a buffet did seem like a logical choice. I was a little worried because I read some not so great reviews. Usually the highest compliment I saw was "fair" or "okay."

Well we all really enjoyed it! Everything I ate was good. I will say this, it's not your typical buffet selection. Here in the Midwest we have a big chain called Old Country Buffet (not sure how far across the country they reach) and its what I would call your standard buffet. Salad bar, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, pastas, some form of roast beast, and desert.

H&V really had an eclectic selection. Grilled flank steak, a chipotle lime chicken, seafood pasta alfredo. Nice selection of different salads and anitpasto, fresh mozzarella & tomato. Cheeses. Breads. I'm not saying it was "gourmet" but it was really good. The only thing I can remember not really enjoying was some kind of chicken that was in kind of a teriyaki meets BBQ sauce (to me anyway) that had a good flavor but they used very fatty thighs. (I don’t think it was the Baked chicken thighs with Pinot Noir and blackberry listed on their menu.)

We all left happy and stuffed to the gills, even the kids.

Plus unbeknown even to me its a character dining, een at lunch. Leo and June from Little Einsteins and JoJo and Goliath from JoJo's Circus were there while we ate.

Now here's a tip/warning: they also have two human performers with headset microphones who seem like they've just slammed 8 cups of espresso and they walk around, leading songs and recruiting dancers of the PA system. It gets loud in there. Every kid in there seemed to love it, but I noticed a nice older couple eating at a two-top who looked like they'd just found themselves launched to Mars! This was clearly not the luncheon experience they'd anticipated.

I walked out with a full tummy just in time for our FP return time on Midway Mania. No better way to let your stomach settle from a big lunch than to do a little spinning!!!

I must admit I wasn't as excited as I should have been for this one. I had the chance to ride it in California but figured Sean was too young and I just wasn't that into a Buzz Lightyear redux that made you look at video screens. Boy was I waaay off!!!

What a great ride! The Imagineers really did it again! The que is so original (sadly when you go through the FP line you don't get to see Mr. Potato Head so if the lines aren't bad I'd go Stand By next time.)

I loved entering into Andy's Room for the boarding area. Sean and I rode together. I just laughed through the whole thing. Sean had a blast pulling the string on his gun. I tried to show him how to aim a few times but realized its a lost cause and he was having the time of his life anyway so why bother?

When we all got off we couldn't wait to go back on. The Stand-By line was still like 40 minutes and honestly, no one really planned on still being here in 40 minutes. We did grab more Fast Passes but would never use them. As it happens, I still have ours sitting in my wallet, over 6 months later. We decided to just head on over to Playhouse Disney Live.

We were inside the theater within about 15 minutes and since we'd been the first ones in line were right up near the front center. Sean made a friend immediately. I won't even bother complaining about sitting on the floor. If you're over the age of 25, you know. That said, it was worth it.

That show was everything we've expected it to be since we first saw the Behind the Ears promos for it last summer! As expected, Sean lost his mind over it. He loved it. He couldn't believe how close he was to Mickey's Clubhouse! The only problem we had was keeping him from running right up the steps to get onstage, which he made it clear was his intention if I let go of his t-shirt. There were moments where he was literally leaning further forward than gravity should allow as I desperately gripped his shirt-tail. I'm sure our little scene was as entertaining for the parents around us as was the show. But he wasn't being bad by any stretch. I just laughed about it.

If you’ve got little ones do not skip Playhouse Disney Live! It’s great, and the puppets are a nice change from animatronics or costumed characters, and very well done. But of course, it is Disney. And I don’t care how cool you are, you can’t help but find yourself singing along, calling for Toodles with the kids, and just plain having a good time.

After PHDL, Joe and Ashley decided to head back to the hotel for a swim and a nap.

We said we’d see them there, debating ourselves if we should stay for the Block Party Parade or just head back as well. Once we got to Hollywood Blvd, Wendy saw everyone lined up and we happened to see a perfect spot to park the stroller so she decided to stay.

I decided that if they were going to watch the parade, I wanted to at least see if I could get a quick ride on Tower of Terror. I asked a nearby CM in a ToT bell hop costume if the tower was running again (as earlier that day it was out of service) and she told me it was up again. I think the combination of the Tower being down for a big part of the day, and the parade about to start worked in my favor.

I had no wait time. I don’t know if this is really a tip, or if I just hit it at the right time, but in the boiler room when the que splits off and you can either go right or keep on straight, I went straight as the group in front of me turned.
There were 4 people in front of me, and none behind. I got the front row of the left side (as your sitting in it) to myself. In fact, I had that whole side of the car to myself. Which almost made it feel even a little creepier.

The others were sitting at the back on the other side so my perspective made it seem like I was all alone. I don’t know if an engineer would agree or dispute, but I think the lack of weight in our elevator made a difference in the ride. I never really felt a major plummet, but what was amazing were the exhilarating lunges upward, that seemed faster and more powerful than I remember in the past (with full elevators.) It was simply amazing. A total rush most of us mortals won't ever feel any where else.
I considered trying to grab a quick second round but figured the parade was probably close to over and Wendy would want to get going. I did make a quick stop in the Villains shop of course, and had a quick debate with myself about buying a really cool Pirates sleeveless black tee. But it was one of those shirts that would look awesome at Walt Disney World, but I probably wouldn’t wear in public back in Chicago, aside from mowing the lawn, so I passed.

Man, growing up is a drag. You get these uncontrollable bouts of responsibility and rationale.

Anyway, I made it back just in time to catch the tail end of the parade, which Wendy said was pretty good, but still not quite as good as the Pixar Play Parade at California Adventure.

We got to our bus stop just as one pulled up and saw Joe and Ashley up ahead of us in line. They had stayed for the parade after all. We got back to the hotel and tried to lay Sean down but he was not into the idea, so to the pool we went. As we walked over to the kid’s pool I pointed out some dark clouds not too far off. We got about a good hour in before the sky turned gray and the rains came down. We all huddled under a table umbrella. It was nearly 5:00 and Wendy ordered pizza from a local place, not Peace Pizza, the resort’s own delivery source.

Wendy’s Stepfather has a sister in Orlando who wanted to see us and meet Sean so she was coming to the hotel that night. I admit I wasn't in the mood to entertain, but she was very sweet and brought us a pallet of water, a couple jugs of Gatorade, and a case of Bud Light (so I how could I not love her???)

The pizza was good. I will get the name from her and post it in here later in case any one ever wants to give it a spin. However we got wings too and they weren’t impressive. Very fatty and greasy and little flavor. Though in their defense, I’m sure my wife ordered Mild and I find you gotta go for Medium at the very least.

While we ate, Renee mentioned a Disney Outlet store not far from the resort. I told Wendy to go ahead and I’d hang out with Sean. I ended up just hanging out in the room, watched Hell’s Kitchen with good ol’ Gordon Ramsey (figured one less thing I’d have to catch up on the DVR at home!)

But after 3 hours in the room I was getting a little stir crazy. Fortunately Wendy got back as I was reaching zero-hour. I took a walk and stopped by Petals bar and called my boss/friend to see how things were going at work. I know, I’m sick like that. I’m the guy who logs on from home on his day off to make sure they don’t need me for anything. Imagine how I’d be if I actually liked my job.
It was a good day overall, with just a shaky start. After my walk, I stopped into the food court and br\ought Wendy a rice crispy flip-flop with chocolate icing, which she said was delicious. I didn’t try it. I had my desert at Petals.

Tomorrow was the day I was really looking forward to. Disney's Animal Kingdom, and my first ride on Expedition Everest. I made it clear, in no uncertain terms, I was walking into the park and straight to Everest. They could follow me or not. I wasn’t diverting from this plan, regardless of heat, crabby kids (or adults), hurricanes, or even animatronic dinosaurs coming to life and rampaging through the park.

I had a date with a Yeti.

Day 2; Part 2

Day 2; Part 2: Take These Broken (Demon) Wings!

So around 6 or so we gathered and caught the bus back to the Magic Kingdom. By time we got through bag-check (again) and the gates (traveling with kids really adds a new dimension!) it was already getting close to 7 and our Liberty Tree reservation. The rest of my caravan were moving particularly slow so I kind of sprinted ahead to check in. I'm a firm believer that if they say be there 15 minutes before your reservation, that you should try to do just that. I say it’s because I am optimistic that if you are there early, you might get to sit early and therefore EAT early, though I also confess I'm just something of a rule-follower. I guess in this day and age that's considered a bad thing.

Sidebar: I was accused of everything from "running", "speedwalking", "rushing", you name it throughout this trip. I take exception. I simply have a long gate, and while in Walt Disney World, an "enthusiastic gate." Besides, they're all sloths! Just kidding guys.

Anyway, I got to Liberty Tree and stood in line to check in. I know they're going for that old world, pre-central air conditioning theme, but my lord it was as warm in the waiting area as it was outside. Not helping the sweating issue! But what really got me to sweating was when I approached the podium, gave my name, and it was quickly apparent that he was having a hard time finding us. Which he then looked up and confirmed.
I explained I had made 2 reservations, one for 6:45 and one for 7, and then cancelled the 6:45. After further research the CM told me he did see a 7:00 reservation in the system for me. Sadly, it was for Thursday the 10^th – four days from now! I told him I was certain it was for this night. I also calmly reiterated that I had 3 hungry adults and 2 impatient toddlers waiting outside. The manager stepped in and asked if I had the email confirmation and I did not but could look with my phone but it would take me a while as I'd made it back in July.

Now mind you they were both very polite and actually came off as genuinely concerned. I was well-aware if this were happening at almost any restaurant in Chicago, I’d have been lucky if they’d have even given me directions to the nearest Burger King. Which is why I stayed completely cordial. It makes me crazy when people flip out over things like this, even though I know what a frustrating situation it can be. I guess I go by "don't sweat the small stuff" especially when you're already sweating.

I pulled out my phone and started looking through my emails. I had barely connected when the manager said "Ok, I've changed your reservation back to tonight. Here's your pager. We'll buzz you when your table is ready."

Ask me again why I love Walt Disney World. This treatment is exactly what you can expect from Disney Cast Members 9 & ¾ times out of 10.

We were paged about ten minutes later. Of course, within those ten minutes I found the confirmation email on my phone. The reservation I had made was in fact for 7:00 . . . on Thursday, Sept. 10th. I'm an idiot! I forgot we were originally debating whether to eat at Liberty on Monday or Thursday. I guess I got my own wires crossed. I felt like a buffoon. But of course, being a man I never admitted the mistake. Not til after we'd eaten anyway!

Well we might as well have waited til Thursday night because it turned out to be a dinner from H@#% with the kids. Neither one was in the mood to sit nicely and eat. Sean wanted to lap the restaurant and was furious that we forced him to sit in a highchair to keep him at the table. He was throwing things, pushing his plate away, screeching, basically being a 2 & 1/2 year old. Abigail finding this a good way to gain attention decided to follow suit. And we were gaining plenty of attention from the other tables around us. Our server was a soldier and never showed a sign of annoyance. We still ate a little faster than we would have liked and the girls took the kids outside while Joe and I settled up, and honestly snuck a few more slices of ham and roast beef. The food is so good at Liberty Tree! Honestly people, if you haven't enjoyed a dinner there yet, do yourself a favor. Imagine the best Thanksgiving dinner you’ve ever had, minus the clean-up! The only thing missing is the cranberry sauce and your uncle sleeping in front of a football game with his belt undone.

We decided to do dinner at 7:00 so that if we played our cards right, we’d be walking out of Liberty Tree in time to claim a good spot for Spectromagic! Specrotmagic is actually the one parade at WDW I not only enjoy but look forward too. The front porch of Liberty Tree and that whole strip of shops, etc, is a perfect location to catch the parade. It’s the last leg of the show.

Despite rushing dinner due to crabby kids, our timing ended up being good. We found a nice spot right behind the rope just outside of the restaurant and had plenty of time before the parade would get to us. Before dinner, I was starting to feel a crick in my neck, which throughout dinner (and I'm not blaming the kids' behavior) it began to creep up into my skull. By this point I had a dull throbbing headache.

It occurred to me I had barely drunk any water all day in the heat and humidity (and yes I'd had that Lava Lamp earlier.) I was probably a little dehydrated so I wandered off for a couple bottles of water.

Another tip: if you go in the really hot months, get a pallet of water for your room and either rent a fridge or keep some on ice to take to the parks. I don't even know the official policy on bringing in beverages, but after Tuesday we got wise and started taking a couple bottles with us each morning and afternoon. And to be honest we never heard a complaint from the bag check guards. We didn't try to hide it either. I think given the heat, if taking your own is normally a no-no, maybe they were just turning their heads. You've got to stay hydrated and bottled water in the park is either $2.75 for Dasani or $3.25 for Smart Water (which apparently has elec . . . electro . . . Eletric-eels or something.)

I received a text while in line for water at the popcorn cart in front of the Liberty Bell replica to get Sean a box of popcorn. My son apparently discovered popcorn on this trip. This was the first of many popcorn purchases I'd make this trip. I will tell you now, another reason to bring store bought water if at all possible is on the dining plan, water counts as a snack. Both couples in our group blew through our snack credits pretty quickly on just bottled water (and popcorn.)

Kind of frustrating when I realized I’d used a snack credit on a $3 bottle of water, when I could have used it later for a $7 bbq turkey leg (which also counts as a snack – and is a delicious snack, at that!)

I returned to our spot and learned I wasn't the only pushover dad in town. Joe had dropped $15 bucks on a light up Minnie Mouse toy that spun around and her dress lit up. Not to be outdone, I reached into Sean's Lightning McQueen backpack and removed his little Lightning McQueen plastic wand with spinning lights inside a ball at the top. Joe asked "Oh cool, where'd you find that?"

I felt almost guilty saying "Target, a couple weeks ago . . . for $3 bucks."

We watched Spectromagic in its entirety. Now that is a cool parade. Imagine a parade of Disney characters on elaborate floats, but at night, and all covered by thousands of lights. Ok, maybe that didn’t quite do it justice, but I do enjoy it, and the kids and wives love it. There’s something a little off about this one, and even maybe a little creepy about parts of it, which I love. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s that it happens later at night. Maybe it’s the float of the demon from Fantasia, Chernabog who spreads open his bat wings in a cloud of hissing smoke and glowing eyes.

There were a couple issues this particular night though. First of all, in the front of the parade, there have always been these weird characters riding around, some playing instruments, moving in robotic unison. They all had the same white, wide-eyed, childlike doll faces and wore these white costumes with led lights all over them. They kind of looked like something you’d expect to see at Neverland ranch. They were creepy and slightly haunting, it was even more bothersome to discover they’d been changed. Now you can see the actual performers’ faces, but slathered in white make-up (whatever's not running down their faces with sweat that is) and each wearing these weird Tin Man like noses and chin pieces. They went from somewhat creepy to downright disturbing. I never thought I'd say this but bring back the creepy Cabbage Patch masks, please!

Other than that, my aforementioned favorite float, the Chernabog demon wasn't working. His wings wouldn't open. So if you didn't know that parade, you'd probably think "Oh, I see, it's a float of a volcano that hisses and steams. Okay . . .?"

But of course I'm being nit-picky. Spectromagic is fantastic. One of the few parades in the universe you'll ever hear me say that about.

When it was over, we powwowed about our next course of action. Originally the wives wanted to stay for Wishes, the grand fireworks finale at the end of every night in the Magic Kingdom.

I know it's great but I've seen it, and we knew we'd be back on Thursday so we could always catch it then. Which I pleaded to the group. They actually all agreed to head out, but we'd cut around through Fantasyland and Tomorrowland to avoid trying to get through the castle mob. As we headed that way I looked up at my beautiful beloved Haunted Mansion in its purple glowing splendor.

I knew it was a long shot but I quietly mentioned there'd been a recent refurb and I'd “sure like to see the new additions.” The response was a resounding "NO!"

As my wife put it, "our son is already asking about monsters in his room. We are not taking him on the Haunted Mansion at 10:00 at night and then expecting him to go to sleep!!!"
Ok, point taken. There was always Thursday!

In Fantasyland we discovered virtually no wait for Winnie the Pooh so it was an instant no-brainer. We all hopped on for a quick ride through the Hundred Acre Wood. I do miss Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and in fact was so happy to discover it still exists in California last year. That said, Pooh is just fun and whimsical and kind of represents a lot of Disney World in general to me. Plus the design and animatronics are so much more modern and sophisticated than Toad, yet still hold that classic Disney ride feel. It just seems to go by so fast.

Plus my ride was somewhat diminished when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirrored walls of the Heffalump room and saw how badly I need to lose weight! But, anyway, the ride is great. Maybe they could just take the mirrors out.

Once we got off Pooh, the girls decided they did want to watch Wishes after all. They got as far up the walkway between Fantasyland and Tomorrowland that leads toward the hub as they could. I could see that Sonny Eclipse was currently playing inside an almost empty Cosmic Rays. I ducked in to catch a few minutes while they all watched the fireworks. I've never been able to just stand and watch Sonny so it was nice to be able to do it when the place was actually quiet. Cosmic Rays is a very large counter-service and when dead like this, it’s kind of eerie. Almost like being in space. Sonny’s show is actually really cute and funny, in a cornball way. And because Sonny has such a regular guy voice it is possible to forget you're watching an animatronic and think you're actually enjoying an alien lounge singer. I saw the group had gathered outside the glass doors and learned staying for Wishes wasn't the best idea after all. Both kids were completely freaked out by the loud booms.

We made a retreat up and around the patio side of Cosmic Rays to get outta there while the show was still going on.

Sidebar: One of the decks behind Cosmic Rays can be rented for private Dessert and Fireworks Parties. It’s a great idea if you've got a decent sized group. It's positioned so that you have a perfect, unobstructed view of the castle and Wishes.

We timed our exit perfectly as we were cutting through the turn-styles as the grand finale sounded behind us. We got to the bus stop to find only a dozen or so waiting in front of us. By time we boarded, there were what seemed like hundreds waiting behind us.

Back at Pop Century. Wendy took Sean to the room and I ducked into the food court for water and chocolate milk for the morning (a must for a certain little one). It was a long day and I hardly remember getting into bed. Our plan for Tuesday was MGM . . . sorry, Hollywood Studios (old habits) but we’d agreed to just arrive whenever we decided to get there. We just had to get there by noon, because we had a lunch ADR at Hollywood & Vine.

And don't worry, I didn't make this one, so odds were it actually was for that day!