Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Alas 180 Days Means Nothing

Looks like we need to start warming up to the idea of calling a turkey leg and a Dole Whip dinner nightly.

180 days

That is the unit of measure that marks the deadline by which hungry vacationers must decide in advance when they will eat, where they will eat and with whom they will eat. It is 5:23 a.m. and I have no idea what I'll be serving for breakfast today, yet I can tell you exactly what I'll be eating for breakfast at 7:05 a.m. 168 days from now.

That is because we have an ADR (reservation) for Chef Mickey's. Incidently, that is the only ADR we have at the moment. Ironically, this is the first time I had it together enough to call at the 180 day mark with a plan. The Disney folk are "updating the reservation system." They are only taking reservations through March 22nd and at some point will open the window to include several months at once. Surely, that will make for a nightmare.

While I personally don't like having our vacation days revolving around a reservation made 6 months in advance, I am left assuming that I'll be feeding my 3 year old a turkey leg and a Dole whip and calling it dinner!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Are You Really Going to Disney AGAIN?

Ummmm...yes we are.

This was in response to my sister's question. I should clarify. We aren't "Disney People," but rather "Disney World People." You may argue that there is no difference. I say there is.

I define a Disney person as one who changes out of their Mornings Make me "Grumpy" nightshirt and starts the day with coffee in a Winnie the Pooh mug. After checking the time on their Mickey Mouse watch they scurry off to work in a vehicle that sports both a Disney World bumper sticker and one of those antenna toppers shaped like Mickey. A true Disney person rotates said antenna topper throughout the year with seasonal Mickeys.

We are not those people. We are Disney World people.

Nothing about our home, clothing or vehicle would lead you to believe we are even fond of Disney, yet we vacation there all...the...time! To me it is an easy, guaranteed good time. I know what to expect. I know my way around. It is warm. It is happy (save for the sun-burned families with screaming childrean littered throughout the parks) and bright and cheery. I have tricks up my sleeve to maximize the trip. I have a kiddo who loves characters and is slowly learning that after riding Dumbo once you must wait in line for another 40 minutes before you can actually "go one more time" and a husband who is always willing to go along for the ride.

Perhaps someday we will head west of the Mississippi. Heck, we might even travel to Mexico, Morocco or countries in Europe. But for now the mini versions in Epcot are all that are on our agenda.