For not having photos, that was a pretty entertaining read!
Here I sit taking a break from another of life’s storms reminiscing back to memories which provide an ample escape from the stress and worry of things I’d rather not have to wade through.
Uh, oh. That doesn't sound so good. Hope everything will be okay. Maybe take a breath and get a hug from a friend or something.
I was about to internally combust at AK with a gaggle of giggling girls
I think I'd get pretty combusted with a gaggle of girls, too.
Not from the company, but from the relentless heat and fatigue of the early morning and mild jet lag.
Oh. Well, not as much fun as the alternative, but... okay.
my pasty white Pacific Northwest legs
I get this. PNW legs are probably about as blinding as Canadian legs.
(because having to go to the front desk to get let back in with pasty white Pacific Northwest legs isn’t ok)
Thinking... no.
I knew right where I was going. <insert huge eye roll> I got off the elevator and stepped into a cavernous dark hole called the parking structure. Nice.
I shouldn't laugh, but.
Remind me to never let you do the navigating if we ever are together and heading somewhere.
Come to think of it... we already have. I drove you to your... was it friend's place in California?
I exposed my pasty white Pacific Northwest legs to the children who probably needed retinal correction when they returned home.
The children! OMG! Think of the children!!!!
After getting to the general area, I found myself standing outside the gym where I didn’t have any intention of visiting.
It's a wonder we
ever got to your friend's place.
Then again, it could be any day of the year and I’d have zero intention of visiting. I blame it on my pasty white PNW legs.
Sure. Who (or what) else would you blame???
a $14 cocktail that a 2-year old would have a hard time tasting the alcohol in
$14??? Nope.
<my eyes are going to get stuck this way>
Stawp!!!
Why, at that moment, did Katy Perry suddenly intrude on this tranquility?
Because she gets free tickets to Disney. I'm
sure of it.
On a scale of grouchy- to friggin’ irritated, I was squarely on the wrong end of the spectrum.
Oh dear.
quiet places are non-existent at the pool during Kid’s Pool Games Time.
Hence... the quiet pools.
I decided to venture into the pool to cool off (feel free to interpret that any way you wish)
While I was in the pool with my pasty white PNW legs causing blindness far and wide
Enough!!!
407 number. If you don’t have that area code memorized, you need to re-evaluate your Disney Fandom level.
I remember getting a 407 call and doing this:
"Stupid long distance. Probably spam. I don't know anyone... from... OH!!!"<snatches phone>
a 2nd CM answered and introduced herself as the “Inventory Manager for the Coronado Resort”. At that point, I knew. I knew something magical was about to happen.
And I would have the opposite reaction.
"You lost my luggage?"
"My room got flooded from the moron upstairs and you only have a room on the other side of the planet for me?"
“Would you be interested in changing your resort from the Coronado to maybe the Grand Floridian?”
"Meh. If you could get me one of the All Stars, now we'd be talking."
Like and idiot, I was speechless for about 5 seconds before my sensibilities kicked in and I can neither confirm nor deny that I screeched like one of the kids over at Pool Games Time.
I'd sure like to have seen that.
should the need ever arise to have your ME luggage go to any other Disney Resort than what is on our yellow tags, I was told to have Mom and Jenn simply scratch off Coronado and write Grand Floridian in sharpie.
Huh. I thought it was all barcoded and all...
However, I really wanted to surprise my mom with the upgrade. So, instead of having her do that, I just asked her to NOT check her bag and we’d pick it up ourselves. Which we did. And she was as blown away as I was when I picked up her later the next day when I picked her up.
Aw, that must have been just so great to see.
And it certainly made birthday #52 just a little more special.
Whups! Happy belated birthday!