dpamac
06-20-2007, 08:36 PM
Cast
Gary (a.k.a dpamac)
Chris (his long-suffering wife)
Matilda (11 going on 40, name changed to protect the innocent)
Gertrude (She’d want to make sure you know that she’s 5 and a half. Not just 5. Name also changed to protect the innocent.)
Warning. I’m verbose, so these will get long. Also, I took over 600 photos of the whole trip. I’m happy to share my Flickr page with anyone who wants to PM me because I can’t post the links here. I tend to get loose with my language off the boards. I’m not saying I drop any of the big ones, but my goofy comments wouldn’t pass the “would you want your five-year-old repeating it” rule we try to keep here. If you want to see them, drop me a line.
Day 2: Star Wars, Nothing but Star Wars . . .
After our highly successful arrival, we were tempted to avoid the parks all together and ride only the transportation. The kids seemed to like it, I liked it and there were endless combinations. I could ride from Coronado Springs to Downtown Disney to the Boardwalk . . . Matilda even suggested we pick a number, take the first bus that arrived, get off and keep doing that for that number until we stopped somewhere. My fear was we’d end up at the TTC. So we decided to go to Disney/MGM Studios.
I actually had a nice morning wandering around CSR drinking coffee. So, I had that going for me. I pondered the concept of Star Wars Weekends. I’m a huge geek. My wife is a huge geek (though she’s a Trekker, for real! Conventions and everything!) But this vacation is for the kids. Do I restrain the geek or do I let my inner comic book store guy come out?
When we arrived, we immediately noticed the storm troopers on the roof. They were talking, making jokes and of course watching invisible TIE fighters passing over. Gert, ever fearful, was sure that there was an invasion in progress.
Matilda wanted to ride Star Tours. So, we went and Fast Passed that immediately. I got to watch the kids at Jedi Academy and, I admit, I got a little nostalgic and misty. I would have given anything for an opportunity like this. When the kids got to battle Darth Vader? I would have freaked. I was so happy for those kids that I could have gone home at that moment. Gert was a little frightened by seeing Darth Vader in person. For her, reality and fantasy were blending a little too quickly and sinisterly.
While we waited, the girls met their first princess. Leia. Awesome. I gushed. I admit it. We followed that up with our first souvenir purchases of the trip. An Ewok for Matilda and a Jedi Mickey for Gert. Jedi Mickey has become her security blanket since the trip and the two are inseparable.
Ultimately, I was happy to just experience everything from the side. I decided that, since this trip was for the kids, I’d skip the main events and just enjoy the little kids running around in Jedi robes and give up my chance for the parade and get togethers. In the end, it was a good choice for me . . . after all, as my wife would say, “The good of the many outweigh the good of the few, or the one.” To which I would reply, “What’s that flashing?” Sorry. Geek jokes.
We tried to get Gert to ride Star Tours. She would actually like it, if she didn’t get freaked out by the queue area. So, that set the tone for the rest of the trip. Honestly, it took me a while to accept the trip she wanted to have and the trip I thought we were going to have were not the same. Once I relaxed, I had a much better vacation. So did Gert. She and I learned a lot. I now understand a heck of a lot better, how real things are for her. She may be an analytical girl who figures out a lot of stuff on her own, but in reality she believes things pretty darn deeply. I feel bad for trying to impose my idea of the trip on her and not just embracing things for what they were. That’s what months and months of planning can do to a guy.
After Star Tours (fantastic, as always), we headed off to the Muppet Theater. Also a sore spot for Gert. Three of us loved it, one of us didn’t. We then met Woody and Buzz. The girls immediately caught the bug for autographs and quickly set their sights on many a character. I think the only ones we skipped were Lightning McQueen and Mater because of the lines.
I spent some quality time with Herbie in the streets and felt happy and secure in my own childhood. The kids still don’t understand why mom and I went running to Herbie and demanded photos with him. “It’s a car,” they said. “The movie wasn’t even that good.” After trying to explain Buddy Hackett to them, I gave up.
Even though lunch was in half an hour we were starving. So we ate some pretzels, drank a Coke and listened to the High School Musical show somewhere off in the distance. The girls, naturally, danced and I pretended that I didn’t know all the words.
Lunch was at Sci Fi, natch, which the girls loved. Again, they were in love with the dining plan because of the extra food they don’t normally get. Sigh. If I knew all I needed to do was slip them a milk shake every once in a while, I would have. Gert lamented that she had no glowing ice cubes.
After lunch we immediately waited to meet Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible. They chatted a bit with the girls and, I saw a real connection with the characters and Gert. As if she were really buying into the fantasy. Then it was off to the Stunt Show.
It’s cool, I admit. Though the stadium was amazingly hot that day. I expected Gert to get upset about the fire, explosions and noise. After all, she had been hyper-fearsome on this trip. Not so. She really enjoyed it, as long as I kept spritzing her with water from her spritzing fan. Afterwards we were all so thirsty that I honestly thought we were going to all turn to dust.
After slamming a few bottles of water, we decided to head over to Sunset Blvd so Mom could either Fast Pass or wait for Tower of Terror. Didn’t work out. The Fast Passes were at a time after we wanted to be gone for the day and she really didn’t want to wait in line by herself. Being as the whole family are Twilight Zone fans (even fearful Gert loves Talky Tina), she would want to point out certain details and the silly strangers wouldn’t understand. Matilda patently refused to go on the ride and Gert wouldn’t even entertain the idea of a swap.
Hey, I thought, let’s go to Voyage of the Little Mermaid. Gert loves Ariel. She loves mermaids. What cold possibly go wrong?
Everything. The whole thing terrified Gert. Again, it was the blending of reality and fantasy. It wasn’t the dark, the noise or even the puppets. It was how something that happened in the movie or on stage would translate into something happening to her. The ship splashed in the beginning, she got wet. There was a storm in the story, she saw the lightning and felt the rain . . .
I was feeling down. I had brought my little princess, the apple of my eye, to Disney to make her happy and I felt like I was torturing her. Everything I thought she’d enjoy, she hated. Everything I thought she would have fun doing, terrified her. I know it’s something she’s working through on a personal level, because she hasn’t always been this way, but it really was getting me down.
So we wandered over to Playhouse Disney Live. She doesn’t watch any of the shows anymore, but we figured we’d give it a shot. When Matilda was roughly that age, this show was like seeing the Beatles for her.
“This is more like it,” Gert told me as she got up and danced. At least I wasn’t going to win the Daddy Dearest prize. In the pictures, you can even see Matilda smiling . . . the pre-teen angst slipped away for a moment.
Dinner at Prime Time. Girls loved it. They both got Pirate Punch and light up Tinks. I ate like a pig. (Fried cheese, people. 50 weeks out of the year I train on a bicycle to ride faster and further. I deserve some fried cheese!) We were seated next to a rowdy family who were causing trouble and actually were admonished by the staff (I mean, for real . . . not the pretend admonishments they normally dish out). We talked gingerly with them, but I think they could tell that we weren’t going to get involved in their food fight games. My family sat and chatted and had fun joking around with each other. We had a blast, while they threw food at the next table.
As they were leaving, one of the women commented on how well-behaved our children were. We thanked her politely and wondered if, perhaps, she weren’t throwing sugar packets and yelling at other guests and the wait staff, perhaps, her children would be better behaved. But, before I completed that thought the S’Mores arrived.
Sorry. I had to stop and wipe up the drool.
After dinner, we headed off to the Walt Disney exhibit and marveled over how many ash trays he had in his office. I knew he loved his cigarettes, but wow. Just wow. I’m sure he and my father are up there somewhere enjoying a Lucky Strike and talking about trains, but still . . . wow.
We were trying to think of what to do next when Matilda said, “Can we just go swim?” So, after picking up a Hannah Montana poster (Gert is her #1 fan, in a totally Kathy Bates sort of way . . . she knows everything about Miley Cyrus) we headed back to the hotel and splashed in the pool for a while. Guess who was there? Rowdy family . . . It’s a small world, after all.
I have to admit, outside of Tower of Terror and my general fascination with movies, I really don’t dig the studios much. Granted, I could spend the whole day on ToT, but in all honesty it’s my least favorite park. I just don’t feel it there.
Tomorrow, the Magic Kingdom and the beginning of the Quest for the Lost Magic. Stay tuned.
Gary (a.k.a dpamac)
Chris (his long-suffering wife)
Matilda (11 going on 40, name changed to protect the innocent)
Gertrude (She’d want to make sure you know that she’s 5 and a half. Not just 5. Name also changed to protect the innocent.)
Warning. I’m verbose, so these will get long. Also, I took over 600 photos of the whole trip. I’m happy to share my Flickr page with anyone who wants to PM me because I can’t post the links here. I tend to get loose with my language off the boards. I’m not saying I drop any of the big ones, but my goofy comments wouldn’t pass the “would you want your five-year-old repeating it” rule we try to keep here. If you want to see them, drop me a line.
Day 2: Star Wars, Nothing but Star Wars . . .
After our highly successful arrival, we were tempted to avoid the parks all together and ride only the transportation. The kids seemed to like it, I liked it and there were endless combinations. I could ride from Coronado Springs to Downtown Disney to the Boardwalk . . . Matilda even suggested we pick a number, take the first bus that arrived, get off and keep doing that for that number until we stopped somewhere. My fear was we’d end up at the TTC. So we decided to go to Disney/MGM Studios.
I actually had a nice morning wandering around CSR drinking coffee. So, I had that going for me. I pondered the concept of Star Wars Weekends. I’m a huge geek. My wife is a huge geek (though she’s a Trekker, for real! Conventions and everything!) But this vacation is for the kids. Do I restrain the geek or do I let my inner comic book store guy come out?
When we arrived, we immediately noticed the storm troopers on the roof. They were talking, making jokes and of course watching invisible TIE fighters passing over. Gert, ever fearful, was sure that there was an invasion in progress.
Matilda wanted to ride Star Tours. So, we went and Fast Passed that immediately. I got to watch the kids at Jedi Academy and, I admit, I got a little nostalgic and misty. I would have given anything for an opportunity like this. When the kids got to battle Darth Vader? I would have freaked. I was so happy for those kids that I could have gone home at that moment. Gert was a little frightened by seeing Darth Vader in person. For her, reality and fantasy were blending a little too quickly and sinisterly.
While we waited, the girls met their first princess. Leia. Awesome. I gushed. I admit it. We followed that up with our first souvenir purchases of the trip. An Ewok for Matilda and a Jedi Mickey for Gert. Jedi Mickey has become her security blanket since the trip and the two are inseparable.
Ultimately, I was happy to just experience everything from the side. I decided that, since this trip was for the kids, I’d skip the main events and just enjoy the little kids running around in Jedi robes and give up my chance for the parade and get togethers. In the end, it was a good choice for me . . . after all, as my wife would say, “The good of the many outweigh the good of the few, or the one.” To which I would reply, “What’s that flashing?” Sorry. Geek jokes.
We tried to get Gert to ride Star Tours. She would actually like it, if she didn’t get freaked out by the queue area. So, that set the tone for the rest of the trip. Honestly, it took me a while to accept the trip she wanted to have and the trip I thought we were going to have were not the same. Once I relaxed, I had a much better vacation. So did Gert. She and I learned a lot. I now understand a heck of a lot better, how real things are for her. She may be an analytical girl who figures out a lot of stuff on her own, but in reality she believes things pretty darn deeply. I feel bad for trying to impose my idea of the trip on her and not just embracing things for what they were. That’s what months and months of planning can do to a guy.
After Star Tours (fantastic, as always), we headed off to the Muppet Theater. Also a sore spot for Gert. Three of us loved it, one of us didn’t. We then met Woody and Buzz. The girls immediately caught the bug for autographs and quickly set their sights on many a character. I think the only ones we skipped were Lightning McQueen and Mater because of the lines.
I spent some quality time with Herbie in the streets and felt happy and secure in my own childhood. The kids still don’t understand why mom and I went running to Herbie and demanded photos with him. “It’s a car,” they said. “The movie wasn’t even that good.” After trying to explain Buddy Hackett to them, I gave up.
Even though lunch was in half an hour we were starving. So we ate some pretzels, drank a Coke and listened to the High School Musical show somewhere off in the distance. The girls, naturally, danced and I pretended that I didn’t know all the words.
Lunch was at Sci Fi, natch, which the girls loved. Again, they were in love with the dining plan because of the extra food they don’t normally get. Sigh. If I knew all I needed to do was slip them a milk shake every once in a while, I would have. Gert lamented that she had no glowing ice cubes.
After lunch we immediately waited to meet Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible. They chatted a bit with the girls and, I saw a real connection with the characters and Gert. As if she were really buying into the fantasy. Then it was off to the Stunt Show.
It’s cool, I admit. Though the stadium was amazingly hot that day. I expected Gert to get upset about the fire, explosions and noise. After all, she had been hyper-fearsome on this trip. Not so. She really enjoyed it, as long as I kept spritzing her with water from her spritzing fan. Afterwards we were all so thirsty that I honestly thought we were going to all turn to dust.
After slamming a few bottles of water, we decided to head over to Sunset Blvd so Mom could either Fast Pass or wait for Tower of Terror. Didn’t work out. The Fast Passes were at a time after we wanted to be gone for the day and she really didn’t want to wait in line by herself. Being as the whole family are Twilight Zone fans (even fearful Gert loves Talky Tina), she would want to point out certain details and the silly strangers wouldn’t understand. Matilda patently refused to go on the ride and Gert wouldn’t even entertain the idea of a swap.
Hey, I thought, let’s go to Voyage of the Little Mermaid. Gert loves Ariel. She loves mermaids. What cold possibly go wrong?
Everything. The whole thing terrified Gert. Again, it was the blending of reality and fantasy. It wasn’t the dark, the noise or even the puppets. It was how something that happened in the movie or on stage would translate into something happening to her. The ship splashed in the beginning, she got wet. There was a storm in the story, she saw the lightning and felt the rain . . .
I was feeling down. I had brought my little princess, the apple of my eye, to Disney to make her happy and I felt like I was torturing her. Everything I thought she’d enjoy, she hated. Everything I thought she would have fun doing, terrified her. I know it’s something she’s working through on a personal level, because she hasn’t always been this way, but it really was getting me down.
So we wandered over to Playhouse Disney Live. She doesn’t watch any of the shows anymore, but we figured we’d give it a shot. When Matilda was roughly that age, this show was like seeing the Beatles for her.
“This is more like it,” Gert told me as she got up and danced. At least I wasn’t going to win the Daddy Dearest prize. In the pictures, you can even see Matilda smiling . . . the pre-teen angst slipped away for a moment.
Dinner at Prime Time. Girls loved it. They both got Pirate Punch and light up Tinks. I ate like a pig. (Fried cheese, people. 50 weeks out of the year I train on a bicycle to ride faster and further. I deserve some fried cheese!) We were seated next to a rowdy family who were causing trouble and actually were admonished by the staff (I mean, for real . . . not the pretend admonishments they normally dish out). We talked gingerly with them, but I think they could tell that we weren’t going to get involved in their food fight games. My family sat and chatted and had fun joking around with each other. We had a blast, while they threw food at the next table.
As they were leaving, one of the women commented on how well-behaved our children were. We thanked her politely and wondered if, perhaps, she weren’t throwing sugar packets and yelling at other guests and the wait staff, perhaps, her children would be better behaved. But, before I completed that thought the S’Mores arrived.
Sorry. I had to stop and wipe up the drool.
After dinner, we headed off to the Walt Disney exhibit and marveled over how many ash trays he had in his office. I knew he loved his cigarettes, but wow. Just wow. I’m sure he and my father are up there somewhere enjoying a Lucky Strike and talking about trains, but still . . . wow.
We were trying to think of what to do next when Matilda said, “Can we just go swim?” So, after picking up a Hannah Montana poster (Gert is her #1 fan, in a totally Kathy Bates sort of way . . . she knows everything about Miley Cyrus) we headed back to the hotel and splashed in the pool for a while. Guess who was there? Rowdy family . . . It’s a small world, after all.
I have to admit, outside of Tower of Terror and my general fascination with movies, I really don’t dig the studios much. Granted, I could spend the whole day on ToT, but in all honesty it’s my least favorite park. I just don’t feel it there.
Tomorrow, the Magic Kingdom and the beginning of the Quest for the Lost Magic. Stay tuned.