I woke up at about 5:30 am. I was choking to death. I had been on antibiotics for three days for bronchitis and I couldn't breathe.
I was coughing so much that I had to leave our room and go outside for a while. I walked over to the food court, grabbed a coffee and OJ in my pajamas. The girl behind the counter never batted an eye, so I guess this is normal behavior OR a lot of people in Florida wear blue pants with yellow ducks.
What do I know, I'm from Maine.
POR is a very pretty resort. Very quite. I was sitting outside our rooms, building 18 by the way, and praying that Florida doesn't have any of those gigantic, yellow & black stripped grasshopper looking things with wings, because there was nobody awake to save me.
About a half hour later, I heard a whistle.
BLAST! BLAST! "Lets go people! Time to get up!"BLAST! BLAST!
As I was sitting there thinking to myself, boy, if someone did that to me, I would FEED them the whistle, I realized it was coming from MY room! Oh GOD! I had left DH alone in there! Commando Nikki(17) would show him no mercy! I jumped up, knocked over my coffee, fell into the door because I forgot it locks when you go out, managed to get the key card out, had to swipe it 4 times to get the door open and make my way into the room.
In all the commotion of me trying to get into my room, I woke up Brother who opened his door to find out what in the world was going on. "NO! BROTHER CLOSE YOUR DOOR!"
Too late.
Commando Nikki(17) was already under his arm and in his room with her stupid whistle, blowing it over there. BLAST! BLAST! "Lets go people! Time to get up!"BLAST! BLAST! Brother is just standing there looking at me, mouth wide open and I smile and say "Well, at least she's out of my room." and close the door.
Brother was not amused.
After strapping Commando Nikki into a chair and slapping her around a bit, we went off to MGM.
This is one of the few times pigtails and scruffy joined us. I think my crew scares them. I had the camera bag and was talking with DS as we walked up to the bag check station. I asked Dh if he would take it and go through for me because it was heavy and hurting my shoulder. DS and I walked through and waited on the other side.
"Let's wait right here." I say to DS.
DH walks up to the bag checking guy with the camera bag. He unzips the main part of the bag, tips it up so he can see everything inside. "Could you open the other zipper sir?"
"Oh, sure, no problem. I don't think there is any....ACK! ARGLE, ACK! NO!!!"
This is the sound one man makes when he presents a pocket of tampons to another man. DS tells me that is defiantly NOT an okay thing to do to a man, but the girls were rolling on the ground. DH? Oh he's still standing there, frozen, screaming NO with the bag still open. The bag checking guy asks me if I could come collect my DH and I tell him, "I have never seen that man in my life, he's been following trying to show me what is in his bag." The bag checking guy is laughing and tells me I had better run while I still had a head start. Beetlebum (14) had to go drag him away by his arm. DH, DS and Brother decided I could carry my own stuff from here on out. Well, that certainly backfired on me, didn't it?
We saw the green army men, and got an autograph.
Then things turned kinda ugly between Brother and his wife, who decided to fight about eating. It was getting really bad, and I ran over to 50's prime time and begged Susan (I think) if she could please get us in and could she please give us a great server because we were in the middle of a vacation breakdown.
The kids hadn't done anything yet, we had been there standing around for over an hour, while they were getting mad at each other. I hate to get into ugly details, I want to keep this happy and funny, so I am skipping their problems.
Susan saved the day! We had Uncle Dave. I highly recommend Uncle Dave and plan on writing a glowing review about him to every Disney address I can find. Uncle Dave needs to know how he personally affected the rest of or vacation. If you have never eaten in the 50's, do it. It is a lot of fun.
Uncle Dave would come into our "kitchen" made us set the table and remove hats. When scruffy started to protest Uncle Dave would say "Let it go". It was Uncle Dave that first called him scruffy, and we were grateful to have a name to go with the face.
When he was leaving to get drinks he would say "Love ya, mean it." For the rest of the vacation, when my crew started to get tense, someone would raise their hand an say "Love ya, mean it". It would fix any problem we had for the rest of our stay. How can you fight with someone who yells that at you?
The food was great, and the girls & I split meals with no problem. I really wanted to try the s’mores I heard so much about, but we didn't have time. We had to be somewhere at 1:00.
So off we went.....