Fata turchina
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2011
I just finished all 59 pages as well. What a great way to procrastinate work!
For my first story, our first trip to WDW in December 1992 as a family (mom, dad, older brother, me, sister not born but theoretically there since she was born in may of 1993) and we were so happy to be there. My brother was a huge Mickey fan.(side note: I remember arguing who lived in the castle that was shown before every movie, he thought is was Mickey's castle and I thought it was Cinderella's. Then little sister comes along and informs us it is actually most like Sleeping Beauty's castle!) so we get to so Mickey Mouse! I don't remember this (I was 2 year old) but my dad says he has it on tape (saving it to show to at my brother's wedding someday probably), my brother runs up to Mickey Mouse and instead of hugging him or even giving him a high five, Mickey looks at my brother as he is about three feet away and my brother pulls down his pants! He wanted to Mickey Mouse his underwear which had Mickey Mouse on them. My brother is now 21, haha, so this is always a great way to come back at him when he accuses my sister or me of being too obsessed with Disney, we always respond with "hey, at least we never dropped our drawers for Mickey!"
During our most recent trip, we did two character meals. We never did any when we were little (probably because my parents were terrified of my brother taking off his pants at the table) so we reserved two since we had the Disney dining plan. At the Garden Grill, Pluto came up and we posed for a picture but my mother had difficulty with the camera. My sister and I tell her it is probably because she put it in the gravy earlier in dinner. Poor Pluto, I thought that dog was going to start rolling on the floor with laughter.
A couple days later, we're eating at 1900 Park Faire. After getting a picture with Anastasia, mom goes to set down the camera and her glass of wine shatters! She maintains that the little kid in the chair behind her bumped her and then she shook the table or something
but I felt awful, some wine got on the lady sitting behind me, on the chairs, and it was so terrible. Anastasia on the other hand, starts screaming for Cinderella to come clean this mess! If I wasn't mortified enough, everybody starts staring! Prince Charming was nearby and said something to the effect of "Don't make my wife clean." What made this whole incident even worse, was that earlier during the meal, I recognized a kid from my sister's school and he came over to say hi later!
My mom can act like a giant toddler sometimes, and will run off in anger. Usually we find her on a bench or something, or we call each other and communicate, but we were at EPCOT and she huffed off again, so my sister and I decide to go to Poly for some dolewhips. She called my sister on the monorail and then was furious/wanted to join us. Too bad the Poly's dolewhips were only vanilla or pineapple and my mother is very allergic to pineapple! It was like WDW was punishing he for running off and only allowed her to have vanilla dolewhip (okay, maybe that isn't a very bad punishment.)
For my first story, our first trip to WDW in December 1992 as a family (mom, dad, older brother, me, sister not born but theoretically there since she was born in may of 1993) and we were so happy to be there. My brother was a huge Mickey fan.(side note: I remember arguing who lived in the castle that was shown before every movie, he thought is was Mickey's castle and I thought it was Cinderella's. Then little sister comes along and informs us it is actually most like Sleeping Beauty's castle!) so we get to so Mickey Mouse! I don't remember this (I was 2 year old) but my dad says he has it on tape (saving it to show to at my brother's wedding someday probably), my brother runs up to Mickey Mouse and instead of hugging him or even giving him a high five, Mickey looks at my brother as he is about three feet away and my brother pulls down his pants! He wanted to Mickey Mouse his underwear which had Mickey Mouse on them. My brother is now 21, haha, so this is always a great way to come back at him when he accuses my sister or me of being too obsessed with Disney, we always respond with "hey, at least we never dropped our drawers for Mickey!"
During our most recent trip, we did two character meals. We never did any when we were little (probably because my parents were terrified of my brother taking off his pants at the table) so we reserved two since we had the Disney dining plan. At the Garden Grill, Pluto came up and we posed for a picture but my mother had difficulty with the camera. My sister and I tell her it is probably because she put it in the gravy earlier in dinner. Poor Pluto, I thought that dog was going to start rolling on the floor with laughter.
A couple days later, we're eating at 1900 Park Faire. After getting a picture with Anastasia, mom goes to set down the camera and her glass of wine shatters! She maintains that the little kid in the chair behind her bumped her and then she shook the table or something
but I felt awful, some wine got on the lady sitting behind me, on the chairs, and it was so terrible. Anastasia on the other hand, starts screaming for Cinderella to come clean this mess! If I wasn't mortified enough, everybody starts staring! Prince Charming was nearby and said something to the effect of "Don't make my wife clean." What made this whole incident even worse, was that earlier during the meal, I recognized a kid from my sister's school and he came over to say hi later! My mom can act like a giant toddler sometimes, and will run off in anger. Usually we find her on a bench or something, or we call each other and communicate, but we were at EPCOT and she huffed off again, so my sister and I decide to go to Poly for some dolewhips. She called my sister on the monorail and then was furious/wanted to join us. Too bad the Poly's dolewhips were only vanilla or pineapple and my mother is very allergic to pineapple! It was like WDW was punishing he for running off and only allowed her to have vanilla dolewhip (okay, maybe that isn't a very bad punishment.)
He quickly bounced back closer to me & stopping his game. 
I manage to come out with "You're showing them off, expect the attention." She stormed off, DH shows up and wonders why I'm sitting on the ground, laughing my butt off. I explained it to him and he just about wet his pants! 
