Friday October 9th aka Day 2 Part 2 aka Changing in a Parking Lot.
So after the horror show of the bathroom incident. the flight was pretty calm and uneventful. My Mommyish seatmate was stellar. Just grand.
We had a fine time while Mellyman napped. Basically.
Our flight got into MCO earlier than expected and that was great because our plan for lunch was FOOD and WHINE 2015...20th anniversary... in Epcot!
We landed safely and only I clapped. Singular. No one else clapped cause we landed safely.
I think itès kinda rude. but whatever.
We grabbed our crap and got ready to get off the plane. But not before I awkwardly hugged Diane (beside Me(l)) and thanked her for her support.
I think she liked it because she told me that I should have a fun vacation. And that I should not be so afraid of flying anymore because she does it all the time and so far so good.
She also mentioned she tries to avoid using the washroom too but thatès a very small thing. Prolly a woman thing and not a flying thing. TBH.
We hit the terminal running. Ok. Speed walking ala Mellyman. But we were making haste to the fake monorail because we had to get to our resort and Epcot STAT.
Hunger was a Hittin!
Hard.
Got to the main terminal and I headed to get our luggage while Mellyman went to secure the rental car.
Our luggage came out pretty quick so fast in fact that I had to wait with it for Mellyman to come back and find Me(l). In the meantime I called to check on The General and the kids. All good. Especially the kids.
We had had Thanksgiving Canadian style the weekend before. With The General and all. This however was official Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend tho and the kids were off for four days. And Beth was home from university and she and Alex were planning on a repeat but with them doing all the cooking for Calvin and Tommy. So there was shopping lists to be discussed and recipe stuff too. I was happy tho that they wanted to do it for the boyz again and she was excited too.
Mellyman said they were playing house while we were gone. Maybe. Definitely maybe. But it seemed nice to me all the same. That they wanted to do it for the boyz.
Mellyman came back eventually and we went to pick our rental car.
Again... it seemed like he had requested the tiniest car on earth. Except this time it was BLUE!!!! And this time he took his wallet out of his pants before he got in.
Heh heh.
I guess you can teach a fat dog new tricks. Afterall.
Errrr...
OLD. Dog.
Also FAT.
We sped to Disney as fast as we could. This time I had my camera and took pics along the way.
Mostly of Mellyman giving Me(l) the finger while he drove. Not kidding. I have three of those. Even before we hit the gates. And then one afterwards.
I ended up with WAY MORE by the end of the trip. TFI.
And if youère wondering which finger I was getting it was NOT the THUMBS UP guy. finger guy. Thingie.
But... tbh he likes doing that to Me(l) and I donèt mind at all so we were all good.
Headed straight to SARATOGA SPRINGS baybee!!!!!! and parked in the parking lot beside the main check in building The Carriage House I believe... NOW...we hadèt been here in like 10 years. Even tho it is our home resort as DVC members. We had spent one night here total and I ÈHATEDÈ it!!! That time TEN YEARS AGO... there were no trees or good landscaping. It looked barren. And sad. Like a golf wasteland aka Mad Max Mel Gibson the original movie.
If he... golfed. Not just went crazy, evil and racist.
Actually... I hear tell the sport of golf can do that to you anyways...so, whatever.
I have friends that play golf.
They have never been the same again. TFI.
Now tho... it was beautiful!!! Saratoga Springs looked lush, full of trees, matured and actually I was shocked at how nice the resort appeared.
I headed in to check in and Mellyman hung out in the tiny car because maybe he was wedged in or else he wanted to check all his phones for work or social or baseball scores. Whatever.
I checked in and our room was NOT ready. No prob but I asked where we were to be located. Just as I had feared we were in the most remote spot on the planet next to Antarctica or Hot Springs Arkansas. Hello Bill Clinton!
Idk why that just popped into my head. But... so be it. I guess I remember stupid stuff.
All ZZUB trip reports lol.
Anywho... our room was to be in the Carousel section. Very very very berry berry far away from DTD or Disney Springs.
CRAP!!!
I wanted Congress Park!!!! Uggghhh!!!
So I said: Ummmm my husband has torn his rotator cuff recently and therefore walking will be difficult for him. Really really hard to walk. We were planning on going to Disney Springs quite a bit. Any way we could be closer.
Heh heh.
Then I said... ok.
ok.
Itès his shoulder not his damn leg. But can you do anything at all. Question marks.
Magically they could and did. We would be moved right beside the walkway to Disney Springs. If we didnèt mind waiting for a room to be cleaned and readied.
NO PROBLEMO!
THANKS YOU!!! And they would text Me(l) when it was ready.
Great and we were off to Epcot to eat!!!! Yay!!!
Just one lil bite of business left.
I headed back to the car and told Mellyman the good news about our room location change. And then that I was gonna change too.
In this very location.
The parking lot. I wanted to change into a tank top for Epcot cause it was damn hot out and I was wearing a short sleeve shirt.
I opened my suitcase and grabbed a shirt. I told Mellyman to stand behind me cause he is huge and I would just change my shirt quick between him and the open backseat door of our tiny car.
He said: Are you sure Mel because I just want you to be sure.
Ya. No prob. No one in the parking lot at all I checked and I will be quick.
He said to go ahead. But he laffed.
Which I thot was just him being Mellyman.
So I whipped off my red short sleeved shirt and put on my tank top. Easy as pie.
He was laffing harder.
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I turned around dressed and said: Why are you laffingÉ question mark
Mellyman: Ya cause there is no one in the parking lot but look right across the street!
Me(l): oh. just. super.
There was a whole bus full of
Disney Cruise Line folks.
Right.
There.
So. then.
If you were on that bus that day... sorry.
Sorry.
That was hopefully just Mellyman you saw. Laughing hard.
Unless you saw my
BRASSIERE.
So sorry.
But... tbh... it is bigger than all my bikini tops so screw it!
Cheers, Mel.
Ouch... white trash Magical Day!