It’s Wednesday. The Mr. has to be in on a conference call this morning. Not his fault. Lets just say that the poor planning and communication skills of others have somehow created an emergency for him. It’s messed with The Plan. Show of hands! Who’s surprised!? That’s what I thought. If I didn’t have to make dining reservations when we want a nice table service meal, I’d skip The Plan and if I knew what Murphy looked like I’d stay the heck out of his way!!!
Plan B said that we’d go to the Studios in the morning and the Magic Kingdom for the rest of the day. We are now progressing to Plan C. Hollywood Studios is the Mr.’s favorite park. DD and I would feel bad going there without him so we decide to go to the Magic Kingdom until he’s finished. He’ll call me on my cell and we’ll meet up at the Studios. Then it’s back to MK for dinner at Tony’s (YUM!) and the Main Street Electrical Parade. We sorry for the Mr., but we’re getting Girl Time at the MK!
We’re off like a herd of turtles with air brakes! What’s that? Never heard of turtles with air brakes? Well, where have you been?
Anyway, DD and I arrive at the MK with a mission. You see, two years ago during our first Girl Time at the MK (the Mr. was on a tour) we met Jack from New York, New York. We stopped in at the Main Street Ice Cream Parlor for cones and took them next door to the Bakery where we could sit down out of the heat to eat them. While we were there, the Share A Dream Come True parade began and the CM at the cash register brought out a big ol’ Mickey glove. He waved to people outside. He waved to people inside. He sang along with the parade music. We enjoyed his enjoyment. While I was throwing away my napkin, he had come up to our table to visit with DD. Jack, as his name tag identified him, told her she had a wonderful smile and he had something for her, but she had to promise to wear it for the rest of the day. (I was back by this time) She promised and he gave her a Tinker Bell pin on a card with a little quote about dreams coming true. He was a wonderful man of obvious intelligence since he recognized an extraordinary girl when he saw one. Hey, I’m allowed to think that. She’s my little girl. I’m supposed to believe she’s the most delightful creature ever to walk the earth. DD thanked him and she made his day when she gave him a hug. That was a great day. We met the Mayor of Main Street too, but that’s another story.
Fast forward a little to the summer 2009. We’re once again at the MK Bakery, this time with Grandma in tow and Jack recognizes DD, now 17! He tells me he could never forget the smile that my Angel has. His wording, not mine. He and DD are buddies by this time and they have another visit later in the week. We’re back in October with Auntie L. Now Jack has met a fairly large percentage of the female portion of our clan and has been happy to see My Girl every time.
Back to the present, and our mission is to say “Hello” to Jack at the Bakery. Except he’s not there. Hm. Well, maybe he doesn’t work until later in the day. We’ll try again. Meanwhile there are Make Your Own Mickey Ear Beanies to be created, rides to be ridden and other general merriment to be had! We poke through shops that the Mr. doesn’t understand the importance of. We ride Snow White. We find Cinderella’s wishing well. We make a blue sparkly Kermit patched, fuzzy black eared Mickey beanie with DD’s name on the back. We listen to the Dapper Dans, the Citizens of Main Street and the Saxophone Band make their music. We’re on our way to the Haunted Mansion when the Mr texts and says he’s finished with his call. He’s putting his laptop away and will be ready to leave the Lodge soon. We ride the Haunted Mansion and head for the monorail. The Mr. texts that he’s leaving right before we board and then texts again saying that the race is on! What? We’re racing? Well, OK. It’ll be fun. The monorail takes us to the Transportation and Ticket Center where we’ll catch a bus to Hollywood Studios. We’re almost there when the monorail stops. Waiting for our turn to proceed. Sigh. The Mr. texts again. He’s already on his bus. nuts! I tell him we’re stuck. Long story, short. He beat us. >:(
One of our favorite shops in HS is Sid’s. It’s right inside the gate and it’s full of movie memorabilia. They always have a trivia board. Answer all five questions and you get a little Magical Moment certificate. I generally stink at trivia…unless it’s Disney trivia. Today, a few of the questions aren’t strictly Disney, but we did alright anyway. I knew it was Clark Gable who had bad breath and missed on what color Samuel L Jackson’s Star Wars light saber was. So if I can remember Clark’s bad breath, how come I can’t remember to buy trash bags when I stop off at Wal Mart? Alas, it remains one of the mysteries of my life.
From there, we went in search of lunch at the ABC Commissary. The food was fine, but nothing special. As a memo to other cast members who may be visiting, you won’t get your discount here. We filed that info away for future reference. The Back Lot Express is air conditioned too and we think the food is better.
Onward, ho! Toy Story Midway Mania, here we come! Toy Story Midway Mania, closed! Bummer! We rode the Great Movie Ride the other day, so no need now. The Mr. likes the Lights Motors Action show so I check the schedule. Nope. No go. Star Tours? Sure. We’re science fiction-y people at our house. It’s a motion simulator, but it’s not too bad. I close my eyes here and there and I’m fine. The Mr. really likes it. Is it just me, or does the dump shop at the end of this ride have some of the coolest stuff ever! We like the Yoda T shirt that says Judge Me By My Size, Do You? Yoda is standing in front of the yard stick that says he’s too short to ride. He’s wearing Mickey ears and has a Mickey ice cream bar in his hand. It’s a hoot. The Mr. has a shelf in his office where he keeps his collection of cartoon and character figurines. We find a set of Star Wars figures. He likes them. He says he already has enough souvenirs. He puts them back. He goes to look at something else. He had to work this morning. TSMM was closed. No go on the stunt car show. It’s absurdly hot and he’s being a trooper. The Star Wars figures aren’t expensive. I buy them. It’s vacation. Why not?
DD’s thinking about riding the Tower of Terror and the Rockin’ Roller Coaster. The Mr. isn’t so sure he’s up for it in the incredible heat, but we head that way anyhow. We escape the heat by going int shops along the way. One of them has a table where the artist who designed the latest Hollywood Studios collector pin is sitting. He’s autographing the pins! How cool is that?! We buy one and he signs it for us. it wasn’t busy so we get to talk to him for quite a while. He knows all sorts of interesting things about two of out favorite movies: Pete’s Dragon and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. We send DD to see how long the wait is for ToT and R’n'R. Not happenin’ so we keep talking to the artist until we have to go back to the MK for dinner. That was one of the best things we got to do in the Mr.’s books! He spent quite a bit of time on the internet later on researching more about all the cool things he’d learned that day.
Alrighty. Bus to the Contemporary. Monorail to MK. Dinner at Tony’s. Salmon for DD and the Mr. and Chicken Parmesan for me. I’m disappointed that the mushroom ravioli isn’t on the menu any more, but the chicken is good. We didn’t have a lot of time left, so we’d have to pick and choose what to do. The Mr.’s phone rings. Work. Crud. He sends us to go have fun. He’d catch up. We check the Bakery again. No Jack. He must be off today. sigh We’re sorry we missed him.
DD’s favorite thing in all the Magic Kingdom is the Carousel of Progress, so that’s where we go. The Mr’s call is over when we finish and we go to Mickey’s Philharmagic. Love that! Then Haunted Mansion. DD and I rode that earlier, but Daddy didn’t get to so we go again. I mean, really. Does a visit to Disney World even count if you don’t ride it? I don’t think so! We escape becoming the Thousandth Happy Haunt, and it’s time to find a place to watch the Main Street Electrical Parade. We find a good spot and I go in search of drinks. It’s our last park night and I splurge a little. I get the Great Big More Soda Than Anyone Needs In A Week size in the souvenir cup. Two of them. Cuz I can’t carry three. We wait. it’s almost time. DD has the camera ready. The music starts. And… a woman literally elbows DD aside and stands smack bang in front of her! DD glowers, but adjusts her photographic position as best she can. The woman also has balloons, the strings of which she is not minding. They constantly move in front of DD and her lens. DD’s eyes roll in disgust. She tries adjusting again. Mrs. Rude lifts her child to stand on the bench in front of DD. Little wisps of steam begin to escape from DD’s delicate little ears. I can see just fine so I offer to switch places with her. We try, but DD’s just enough shorter than I am that she can’t get a good shot. It ain’t workin’ tonight. It’s give up on photos and enjoy the parade or drive herself nuts. Discretion is the better part of valor. DD watches the parade.
The parade, which was spectacular, finishes and we debate staying for the fireworks. This should tell you how wretchedly hot it is. We, the Speck family, are debating the relative value of Disney fireworks. Never thought it would happen. We decide to mosey on. We’ll go through the Emporium. There are a couple of things we wanted anyway. We pick up DD’s messenger bag for school. It’s so cute! It has the Fab 5 looking “youthful”. Goofy has braces. Donald’s wearing horn rimmed glasses. Minnie has a light bulb above her head. The filament is Mickey shaped. The background is white and everything else is in bright neon colors and black. Sprinkled throughout are little phrases. like “Nerds Rock” and “Nerds Are Cool”. It’s sooo DD! We look for the shirt that the Mr. wanted. Then his phone rings. Again. sigh We find a place to sit in that little area next to Casey’s. We hear “Wishes” start so we go outside to watch. We see the fireworks after all. They’re lovely, as usual, but we’re feeling pretty bad for the Mr. He shouldn’t have to have his vacation interrupted like this. We make sure he knows we’re not mad at him. Poor guy.
We take the ferry back to the Wilderness Lodge after one last longing look at My Castle. It’s OK. It’ll still be here next time, but I’m still a little sad. We’ll get our mugs, go down to Roaring Fork and have some soda. Maybe a treat too. It’s that sort of night.
Clever Money Saving Tip Of The Day: Most counter service meals are pretty big. Sometimes I really want a burger, but I don’t need a double! It’s too much food for me and I’ll wind up wasting it. There are two solutions. If another person in the party wants a burger too, order an extra bun. It’s less than a dollar. Put the second patty on the extra bun and you’re all set. There are always more than enough fries to share. The alternative is ordering a kids meal. They come with the entree (burger, chicken nuggets, turkey sandwich, etc.) and your choice of two sides plus a beverage. It’s just the right amount of food for a smaller appetite. You’ll only want to do this at a counter service restaurant unless the reason you need a smaller meal is medical, such as gastric bypass. Then, by all means, ask your server if it’s possible to order a child’s portion of whatever you’d like. They usually try their best to accommodate you.