MeanestMomEver
Oh Boy!
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2008
That's right folks. If you thought I was mean in my last TR, http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=3238608, just wait til you see this one. I'm positively beastly.
It was trip number two for the year. This time my husband was a speaker at a conference in late June and now that I was a seasoned and fearless airline traveler, I eagerly and shamelessly signed on to accompany him, yet again, vowing to leave the "kids" behind this time. And so we did!
My nastiness started off during the planning stages. The conference was off property and it was suggested that we stay at THAT hotel. Being quite the yelper, I began to research that establishment.
"Shuttle transportation to attractions." Well, even I know that means a rusty, windowless, 12 passenger van parked behind the dumpsters which may or may not start every morning at 1:30 pm when it sets off to take guests to random points of interest, with the driver running only a few quick transactions, er, I mean errands along the way. And will they remember to come pick you up? Sorry, the guy with the jumper cables only works 9-5.
"Free Continental Breakfast" Notice they don't mention which continent breakfast will represent. Perhaps one morning you get some sardines and borshch. The next day might be a salute to fermented foods, featuring kimchi. You just never know. But I'm quite certain that this is NOT the off-property version of the World Showcase. And there is no counterpart to the DIS where one can leisurely review menus and photos. So, it's anything goes at this joint. And this is why I was forced to research with Yelp.
Still, I was being a good sport. At least I was until I started seeing the photos from the other Yelpers. Cockroaches. And not just the big honkin' palmetto bugs that wander in from the landscaping. These were the greasy little bad boys that run the place. And they were reported by lots and lots of guests over a long, long period. I'm out.
Immediately, I start whining to my husband. "Wah wha, yelp. wah wha roaches. Wah wah wah, borshch...."
"So book something on property."
"Wait. What? Really?"
"Yeah, what do we care? We'll have a rental car anyway. We'll just pay the price difference out of pocket."
I didn't hear the rest. I was already online, checking availability. To me, half the fun of a Disney trip is the resort. It's the continuity of the whole happiest place on Earth vibe. It's the little perks. It's the theming. It's just more fun!
We were only about 10 days out so late June availability was somewhat limited but there were rooms left at the Coronado Springs resort that were eligible for a military discount. (DH is a vet.) And with that discount applied, we would not have as much to pay out of pocket. Done! My excitement level was immediately amped up.
A little research on the DIS and I learned that this was a larger resort and one might be wise to request a building close to transportation. Eh. After our recent stay, hidden from view of the full price folk, in the very last room in the Garden Wing of the Contemporary, I wasn't worried. I survived multiple treks through that long (carpeted, newly remodeled, air-conditioned) corridor to the main building.
How bad could it be?
It was trip number two for the year. This time my husband was a speaker at a conference in late June and now that I was a seasoned and fearless airline traveler, I eagerly and shamelessly signed on to accompany him, yet again, vowing to leave the "kids" behind this time. And so we did!
My nastiness started off during the planning stages. The conference was off property and it was suggested that we stay at THAT hotel. Being quite the yelper, I began to research that establishment.
"Shuttle transportation to attractions." Well, even I know that means a rusty, windowless, 12 passenger van parked behind the dumpsters which may or may not start every morning at 1:30 pm when it sets off to take guests to random points of interest, with the driver running only a few quick transactions, er, I mean errands along the way. And will they remember to come pick you up? Sorry, the guy with the jumper cables only works 9-5.
"Free Continental Breakfast" Notice they don't mention which continent breakfast will represent. Perhaps one morning you get some sardines and borshch. The next day might be a salute to fermented foods, featuring kimchi. You just never know. But I'm quite certain that this is NOT the off-property version of the World Showcase. And there is no counterpart to the DIS where one can leisurely review menus and photos. So, it's anything goes at this joint. And this is why I was forced to research with Yelp.
Still, I was being a good sport. At least I was until I started seeing the photos from the other Yelpers. Cockroaches. And not just the big honkin' palmetto bugs that wander in from the landscaping. These were the greasy little bad boys that run the place. And they were reported by lots and lots of guests over a long, long period. I'm out.
Immediately, I start whining to my husband. "Wah wha, yelp. wah wha roaches. Wah wah wah, borshch...."
"So book something on property."
"Wait. What? Really?"
"Yeah, what do we care? We'll have a rental car anyway. We'll just pay the price difference out of pocket."
I didn't hear the rest. I was already online, checking availability. To me, half the fun of a Disney trip is the resort. It's the continuity of the whole happiest place on Earth vibe. It's the little perks. It's the theming. It's just more fun!
We were only about 10 days out so late June availability was somewhat limited but there were rooms left at the Coronado Springs resort that were eligible for a military discount. (DH is a vet.) And with that discount applied, we would not have as much to pay out of pocket. Done! My excitement level was immediately amped up.
A little research on the DIS and I learned that this was a larger resort and one might be wise to request a building close to transportation. Eh. After our recent stay, hidden from view of the full price folk, in the very last room in the Garden Wing of the Contemporary, I wasn't worried. I survived multiple treks through that long (carpeted, newly remodeled, air-conditioned) corridor to the main building.
How bad could it be?
Hence my choice in your poll...
