Cast: Gloria (me) and Karen (sisters, best friends and room mates)
Ages Represented: Adult 45+ (I’m three years older)
Experience: Both DLR veterans. First time AP holders – got inspired by reading Trip Reports to buy this year instead of the usual 3-Day Hoppers. I’ve been to WDW three times (1992, 1993 and 1994) and Karen twice (1992 and 1993).
Accommodations: 2 nights at the Doubletree Hotel in Anaheim/Orange. Two nights at the Best Western Orange Plaza Inn in Orange.
Comments: I am more of the Disney enthusiast than Karen. She often complaints prior to trips, refuses to get excited about trip planning, and makes comments that she doesn’t want to go. This opinion always changes once we get there. Karen likes to have conversations on noisy rides and especially on rollercoasters. And, not just, “Oh, look at that.” More along the lines of Andy Rooney, “Did you ever wonder…? Or, “Wasn’t that episode of Frasier good when…?”

Warning: This is one of those long ones.

Pre-trip Planning

We couldn’t afford to go in May and I didn’t want to wait until September (having sworn off July and August to visit DLR) so, the middle of June seemed like it would be okay. I don’t know if it was an account of the Finding Nemo ride opening or because it was the official start of the summer season but the crowds were overwhelming. Not that I regret going in the least bit. However, I have been so jealous all summer reading trip reports wherein the constant theme was amazement with how light the crowds have been (although most of these folks managed to get to the theme parks early.)

I was able to purchase two RT airline tickets from Southwest for only $89.00 each (including taxes and fees!) from Oakland International to LAX.

I planned on bidding on a (cheap and fancy) hotel room through Priceline (there are no bad 3 star hotels in that area). However, I was a little short on funds at the time so I decided to just bid on two nights at first. And, then the following week, bid on the other two nights. I figured that if they rejected my first two nights I could select the other two nights and then try for the remaining nights the following week. While I know that changing properties can be a hassle – I thought it might increase my chances of getting the Sheraton Anaheim or the Doubletree Suites in Anaheim. (I’ve stayed at the Sheraton before they took over when it was the Inn at the Park; and then the Coast Anaheim and it was my very favorite place to stay – although now I can’t afford their rack/online rates.)

Now, part of my job is making travel arrangements and I have probably planned hundreds (give or take) of trips (and dozens for myself) – and I KNOW that when one is bidding on PriceLine that they should always make a back-up cancelable reservation (I have done this every other time). HOWEVER, for some reason this time I just didn’t think it would be necessary. Big mistake. (Although as Karen always says, “You live and you learn.”)

So, I bid on the Saturday and Sunday nights and got the Doubletree Orange/Anaheim (the one three miles away from DLR) on the first try for $55.00. It asked me if I would like to extend my stay. Sure! I figured that I’d just wait until the following week and that would be that. Well, PriceLine would let me extend it but the rate was something like $110 (even that rate eventually disappeared). Well, that is too much. I tried dozens of times and I kept getting the same message, “We’re sorry…” “We’re sorry…”

Meanwhile, I furiously tried searching online for anything in the area on the ART route (Anaheim Resort Transit – it costs $3 per day per person and runs from hotels in the area to the DLR). Every website was “We’re sorry…” There were plenty of rooms available on the Saturday and Sunday nights – but the Monday and Tuesday nights were all sold out. I could have changed dates but it was a miracle that Karen even got her requested days off (and she doesn’t get paid vacation time) – so we were pretty much stuck with our original dates.

Finally, I found a place in Orange. The Best Western Orange Plaza Inn (eventually, they ended up selling out also). I made a reservation online. Then I called them to see if they were near the ART or if there was a city bus stop nearby that would take us to DLR. He said that there was a bus stop right across the street and that we would have to transfer once. The good news was that the drop-off bus stop was right at their doorstep.

Thursday, June 14, 2007. All I want to do is go on Vacation!

I am not allowed to divulge any details but Karen has been having an absolutely miserable time at work for the past couple of months. She called me at work Thursday afternoon with yet another horror story. She is upset, but is handling it. By the time I get off work, I am in tears. Now I’m pretty tough and not much of a crier (expect when exposed to Disney Magic and touching movies) but I just felt so distraught. All I could think of was how happy and optimistic she looked when I dropped her off at work. I’m her big sister and am very protective of her. I believe I let it get to me because its difficult constantly hearing the bad stories; plus her lousy schedule is making my life miserable too (being assigned every late weekend night, including Sunday). Anyway, I had to call my parents (who live 200 miles away) for some comfort. My Dad was very kind and I felt lots better after talking to him. I was just sobbing, “All I want to do is go on vacation!” I have never been so miserable before going on a trip (with the exception of us once losing our pre-purchased 3-Day Hopper passes the day before we were supposed to leave for the DLR). After talking to my Dad I went outside and washed the car to burn off some energy and try to relax. And, then since it was so hot I went to Starbucks and got a passion iced tea lemonade.

At some point Karen and I decided that on this trip we will probably spend a lot of time relaxing. I don’t foresee me popping out of bed at 6:00 a.m. and running around the parks at high energy levels like I usually do.

Saturday June 16, 2007. A rough start turns into a very nice and stress free travel day.

Stressful morning. I told Karen that we had to leave at 10:00 a.m. – 10:15 at the latest in order to make our 2:00 p.m. flight out of Oakland. She couldn’t tear herself away from watching Leave it to Beaver on TV Land (and we have those episodes on DVD – and they were packed along with my portable DVD player that was coming with us). I kept begging her to get in shower. It didn’t help that she didn’t get off work last night until 10:30 p.m. (Since I was so antsy for her to get off work without incident; the night before I went to see Oceans 13 (which even though I love George Clooney -- was so boring I walked out of and then sneaked into Knocked Up and had to sit in the middle of the front row – which I had seen before but at least it made the evening go by quickly – but, I digress…)

So we were both tired Saturday morning. When we finally got out of the door and threw the suitcases in the trunk. We stopped at BK around the corner from our apartment. Karen asks are we eating inside? No! Its 10:45 a.m. and we need to get on the road. We hit the drive-thru. In an attempt to make me a bit more friendly Karen started asking me questions about a conversation that I had with a friend of ours while was trying to eat my bacon croissant. I was driving down Santa Rosa Avenue to connect with Hwy. 101 in Rohnert Park since I don’t like to eat when I’m driving on the freeway. I was a little snappy. “Karen! I want to eat. Not answer questions.” (I wish I could yell at some people a la Frasier Crane: “I don’t want to be put on the spot! I don’t want to eat some bizarre breakfast combination [spam patties and scrambled egg tacos] that Martin’s girlfriend Sherry made]. And, I don’t want to discuss the weather!” But, in real life people would get too hurt by your honesty.) That’s the best part of being sisters and best friends. We can get mad at each other and then within seconds all is forgiven and (mostly) forgotten.

I kept making driving mistakes since I was so nervous. I really didn’t think I was going to be able to make the drive to Oakland. Finally, in Petaluma I pulled off the freeway and at a stoplight took my last Ativan that I had carried around for quite awhile (a friend gave me some for a previous flight which I didn’t really need so I saved them for “emergencies”). I don’t know if it was just the placebo effect; but soon I had a very relaxed take on my situation and was able to calm down and the drive wasn’t making me nervous (I hate driving in the East Bay – very scary!). Arrived at Espresso Parking and had difficulty finding a space. Finally found one way around the corner in the back. (What is the point of having a reservation I ask?). Wheeled suitcases to shuttle stop – the driver was very nice and we said hello to other passengers on the bus. We all seemed happy to be going away.

We breezed through security (as much as one can) and then stopped at the chairs to put our shoes back on. We found our gate and then Karen wanted Starbucks. She ordered an iced mocha that was mostly white except the chocolate on the bottom because the barista had neglected to stir it (and it had whipped cream on it). You’d think at airport prices… I got a large cookie to share with Karen in exchange for some sips from her albino beverage. I think it was a snickerdoodle or peanut butter cookie – those are my favorites so it had to be one of them.

Sat down for a bit. But then the “A” boarding line was starting to fill up so we got in line. I felt very relaxed and happy. We boarded and all went well. Karen bought me a glass of chardonnay for stressing me out. We enjoyed our wine with the miniscule bags of honey roasted peanuts that they gave us.

Landing went well. I like landings but takeoffs scare me a bit. I always rate landings 1-10 (10 being the best) but now I forget what it was (must not have been too bad). I called my folks to tell them we arrived safely – but got their message machine so I just said we were thrilled to be at LAX and that I hope all is well. Love you. Bye!

Retrieved baggage without a hitch and headed out to the green curb with “Fly Away Buses and Shuttles” on it (whatever the hell that means). There was a Disneyland Express Bus parked there with all of the Year of a Million Dreams mesh stuff all over it (very hard to look out of the windows during the day – somewhat disorienting). There were a bunch of people seemingly waiting to board. The bus doors were closed and through the mesh it appeared that the bus was full. Finally the other folks on the curb said that they were waiting for a different bus and we should tell the driver. I stood in front of the window and smiled and waved and got his attention and he was like, ‘Why didn’t you say something?” P.S. The bus was empty (I guess it was the high seatbacks fooling me). Karen and I sat in the front seat opposite the driver. He was very nice and we chatted on our way to the Doubletree in Orange/Anaheim. He asked us if this was our first time and wanted to make sure that we are aware of how many delays the L.A. traffic can cause. Not to worry. We weren’t in any hurry. But, we made it there fairly quickly. (Oh, and we purchased RT tickets from him on the bus. $25.00 each with the $3.00 savings online coupon from MouseSavers.)

Check-in went well and we were very happy to get into room 425 on the fourth floor. We had a view of the Crystal Cathedral; and El Torito Restaurant and the Block of Orange around the corner (and a large expanse of brown gravel roof below – the Priceline View, you know). Everything had a coppery glow in the afternoon sunshine (maybe it was the tinted windows). Karen called our Dad from the room and got him on the phone. She asked if he wanted to speak to me and he said “No, I just talked to her the other day.’’ This kind of hurt my feelings and I got a little misty (I’m still emotional from the upset the previous Thursday night) but, I found out later that he was worried about Jodi’s (my beloved stepmother) scary symptoms that she had had for days (I’m sure he was trying not to worry me being on vacation and all).

I went to get some ice for our “Welcoming Cocktail Party” and we opened a lovely bottle of Bear’s Lair (or Bear’s Liar as Karen calls it) Viognier ($3.99 at Trader Joe’s!). We had a little wine then decided to go out to dinner. (I had securely packed three bottles of wine in one of the suitcases and we had checked it.)

It was a nice walk to El Torito. We checked out the pool area --pleasant enough – skinny “L” shaped pool, bright blue cushions on the lounge chairs, orange umbrellas and pretty flower borders. Although, we never ended-up making it out for a swim break during our short stay. There were some pretty flowering bushes along the way to the restaurant and we stopped to take pictures of them. I love flowers -- I just don’t like the way they smell. As I always say, “Its okay to smell like a flower if you want to shack up with a bee.”

We had a lovely dinner at El Torito. We asked to share the cheese enchiladas rancheras. They were very nice and split the portions perfectly on our own plates. And, we each got our own salsas which were nice for double dipping (which Karen and I never do – even at home). We each had a House Margarita served in cheery red rimmed stemmed glasses. We went back to the hotel– thankful for a relatively short walk.

Put a Sex in the City DVD in player and watched in the bathroom while we sat on the edge of the tub and soaked our feet (always a Disneyland tradition). (And, somewhat of a treat – we have a tub at home but it has shower doors and the track is not very comfortable to sit on – even on a pile of towels) We made a list of “to dos” for tomorrow. (My notes say “see list” -- I wonder if I can find it). So tired we only made it up until 9:00 and then crashed. I slept well but the bed was kind of hard (nice linens though) but kept waking up to see if it was light outside yet.

Sunday, June 17, 2007. Finding Nemo after only 3 hours, 15 minutes. “Chair Guy.” And, more additions to our plastic wine glass collection.

My internal alarm officially woke me up just before the alarm clock went off at 6:00 a.m. I got up and looked out of the window. The sky was overcast (but would soon burn off) – everything was quiet and peaceful and I had that happy feeling of waking up in a nice hotel room and being on vacation. These are my very favorite days of the year – when I wake up and its time to go to Disneyland! Karen brought me my coffee (as she always does – that’s her job) and we watched the Sunday Edition of Good Morning America and ate some mini chocolate donuts. The intent was to make it on the 8:00 shuttle to the Resort – but naturally we ran a little late and resigned ourselves into taking the next one at 9:00 (yes, I know, arrive early, arrive early, arrive early – and this was the earliest we ever made it to the Parks). I rested in a comfy chair with my feet up on the ottoman until it was time to go downstairs.

Happily arrived at Disneyland. I felt like skipping. “We’re here! We’re here.” I took my “establishing shot” after entering under the bridge into the Park. As recommended, we activated our very first APs (!) on arrival. I’m not crazy about my picture – I wish I was able afford to get my hair cut before we left. Oh well.

I was determined to Find Nemo. The tip board said it was 120 minutes. Okay, I can handle that. Karen was agreeable that we would do this once and then not again (as if). I’m sure I would have felt cheated if we never made it on the ride. Stopped by Buzz to get FPs. The Nemo line went back to into Fantasyland. However, when we got in line we were told the wait was going to be three+ hours. I overheard someone asking a CM if it is worth the wait and he said he’d like to say yes but after three hours most folks say no. I thought he was attitudinal. Then he started handing out those (lame) activity brochures. I wanted one – if not to play the games but to keep as a souvenir. And, I was standing there (I thought patiently) waiting for one. He kept reaching behind me handing them out. Finally he gave us one each.

Here is our Waiting for Nemo timeline:

10:15 a.m. Got in line. Games were not exciting – I saved to put into my photo album. By this time we were starving. We started scrounging around in our purses for something to eat. I had read that there would be plenty of OVCs in line (not!). Karen had one of those itty-bitty Shrek Snickers (the nougat was green inside) “bars” and we shared that. We also shared a teeny bag of honey roasted peanuts courtesy of Southwest Airlines. The first part of the line was quite pleasant. We got to enjoy the beautiful gardens in FL and the teal tinted water. Views I’ve never experienced before. It was fun watching the baby ducks bobbing in the water. A bird swooped down and almost attacked one of the ducklings – but crises averted. Whew! That’s not something you want to see. There were strategically placed benches in the shade.

Finally, they appeared to be a stand opening that sold snacks, but we couldn’t exactly tell what. Turns out it was drinks and chips (we wanted ice cream). Several CMs were hovering around the stand discussing something at length. At last they were open for business. Karen left the line in search of getting us something to eat. Naturally, as soon as she left the queue the line started rapidly moving (it was at one of those points wherein they stop line for people to cross through). I don’t know why I was worried about getting separated. There was really no where else to go. After she was gone quite awhile – she called me and asked what my “20” was and then she was like, “Oh, I see you. Bye!” Karen said that the CM wasn’t very friendly when she inquired if they had ice cream. “No, just what you see displayed.” She returned with a “Big Grab” bag of Lay’s Potato Chips and a bottle of Diet Coke for us to share. Anyway, that was the best $6.50+ chips and soda I’ve ever had.

11:30 a.m.: Still waiting. Wait in line has been pleasant. Family members were leaving the line and coming back with trays of food. I felt like grabbing some of their fries as they walked past. Others were leaving representatives of their parties in line while they rode other things (I was so jealous of someone who left for “only” a 40 minute wait on Splash Mountain (we never made it on SM this trip ). There was a nice family behind us with a mom, dad, two tween-aged girls and their little sister. The dad was celebrating Father Day. His wife told me that his gift was a card and getting to ride Finding Nemo today (they were locals with APs).

11:45 a.m. Worst part of “queue.” No rails, no benches, uphill. My feet were killing me. I started getting cramps in my feet (maybe from standing so long). I left Karen standing in line while I went over to lean against a fence in the shade and take off my tennis shoes for a bit. It wasn’t a hot day – probably in the high 70s – but, standing in the sunshine on cement was getting a tad uncomfortable; and I don’t do that well in the heat. I put up my hair.

I was able to take fabulous pictures of the lagoon, yellow subs and Monorail Nemo (covered with that yellow mesh stuff to look like a submarine) which I wouldn’t have gotten unless I was in line.

12:38 p.m.: At least now we’re in the shade. We have now made it to the blue and gold umbrellas (another family magically appears between us and the other family we made friends with – did they slip in? Maybe their party was holding a spot for them. One of the ladies in line asked me where they came from. I shrugged.) There was a rumor going around that one of the CMs said that the wait time from the blue and gold umbrellas was an hour and a half (yikes – turns out it was about a half-hour).

12:47 p.m. We are laughing our @$$es off. “Chair Guy” has been dragging a metal chair throughout the entire line so that he can sit down when the line stops. It doesn’t sound that funny in writing. I guess you had to be there.

12:57 p.m. A man comes up to me in line and asks how long we’ve been waiting. We are getting very close to the 15 minute wait time sign. I told him since 10:15. He said something like “wow” and walked off. I am starting to wonder if I should offer to sell my place in line for $50.00 – I wouldn’t really try to do that – just thought about it

I took a picture of the sign that said “Wait Time from this point 15 minutes”

The dad behind us in line said that he felt like crying (he was so happy to finally be so close). I said “Me too.” And, in fact, I got a little misty for a second. Hands raised up in the air I was thrilled to be at the end of the line. The friendly family laughed at me. Was it worth it? No. It was well done and cute and I would ride again with a maximum of a 30 minute wait – but it was somewhat claustrophobic for me – especially at the end when all you do is stare at that cement wall with imbedded seashells. It seemed like we were stuck there for 10 minutes. It was very hot and sticky in the sub too. Well, maybe it was five minutes.

Afterwards we popped into the lovely restrooms on the side of the Castle with the playing cards on the stall doors. I wanted to do Buzz on the way since we had FPs. I was vetoed. I still wanted to do rides even though I was really hungry. “Karen, the Matterhorn wait time is only 30 minutes!” She insisted that we go eat first before doing anything else. So, we pressed on to River Belle Terrace, snapping a few pictures along the way.

Once in line at the RBT this kid started that blood-curdling scream that kids do these days while their parents blithely ignore them. After about three shrieks Karen snapped, “Will you stop that!” But, it was really noisy in there and she’s somewhat of a low talker so I doubt anyone heard her. I guess her blood sugar level had gone to a dangerously low level.

I had BBQ platter – ribs (the ones at the Taste Pilot’s Grill at DCA looked fabulous – I’ll have to try them next time) and chicken. Karen had the BBQ chicken platter. The cook in me read “sliced apples” on the menu board as (cooked) cinnamon sliced apples which would have gone very well with the food. But they were indeed just raw mushy sliced apples (why would they serve that?). Got to get my first AP 10% discount. We picked the bones clean like vultures we were so hungry. My ribs and chicken was very good. The cornbread was dry (I was expecting a cobbette which was what I read on the MP website menus). And, we couldn’t find any butter. They did have honey which I like with my chicken. The beans were good. We both had wine to drink. Kidding! We both had enormous Diet Cokes (I would prefer to pay a lower price for a smaller beverage.)

After lunch we headed to PoTC. It was absolutely delightful to get into a line that moved quickly. I didn’t time it – but I don’t think it was longer than ten minutes. It was nice to sit down and heavenly to float though the nice cool ride.

At some point I developed a huge and painful blister on my heel. I thought I had broken in these walking (athletic) shoes well enough before we left and they seemed comfortable enough during the preceding weeks – but it was torture squeezing my foot into those shoes after that. I guess I need to stick with Nikes. I’ve never had a problem with them. The last day I was actually more comfortable walking around in flip-flops. I’m thinking that I should look into buying some Crocs when I get home. (When I returned home, I found a pair of “Mary Jane” Crocs which aren’t quite as unattractive as the unisex Crocs clogs at Nordstrom online. They are fairly comfortable but they sure make my feet sweat!)

Then we went over to Buzz with our FPs. I scored 25,300 -- I know that is a crummy score but that is my personal best.

It was getting dangerously close to cocktail time so we took the Nemo Monorail to Downtown Disney.

Finally got to see the GC lobby – dark, cool and beautiful. Smelled piney! As we were walking down the hall toward the Registration Area a lady was coming from the opposite direction and tripped on the stair (there was just one). Splat! Poor thing. She was okay and got up quickly – and told others around her that she was fine. On the way back I would have done the same thing too but I looked down just in time and told Karen to watch her step. A CM dressed like an old-fashioned golfer (to me anyway) saw us looking around and said “Can I help you ladies find something?” I said, “Well, actually we were looking for the bar.” He gave us directions. However, the Bar looked pretentious and stuffy from a distance (to me anyway).

So we left to go to DCA. Sitting on the shaded patio of the lovely Golden Vine Winery was starting to sound really good. There was a really long line to get into DCA. When we got up to the turnstiles the CM was interrogating another off duty CM about his ticket media but finally let him and his girlfriend in. Wow! They seem so much nicer when you are an AP Holder. Maybe just because it was new. “Have fun, Karen! Thank you, Gloria!”

We made our way over to the Golden Vine Winery and each had a glass (okay, two) of a really good Riesling which was only $6.00 (our decision was cost-based – it was less expensive than some of the other wines). We came home with a nice set of those pretty plastic stemmed wine glasses. I like to drink out of them at home because it reminds me of being at DCA. (Once when my parents were visiting – I came home and they said, “Oh, we found these cute little glasses to drink out of” and they remind me of that too.) Anyway, we just love hanging at the GVW. The shade, the luxuriant olive trees, the pretty stucco buildings, views of Paradise Pier off in the background and the jazzy music. (One day I was shopping at Cost Plus and they were playing this music that I remembered from somewhere and I couldn’t place it but it put me in a “happy place” and then I realized that I had heard it at DCA.) Not to mention the occasional parade that comes by. Block Party Bash entertained us at one point. I could have gotten better pictures if I had actually walked over to the railing but I didn’t feel like getting up (believe me; I’m usually not this lazy).

Therefore, I really didn’t feel like expending the energy to rush over to see the Aladdin show. It was getting really close to 6:00 p.m. But, it was going to be the last opportunity to see it on this trip (since its dark on Mondays and Tuesdays). So, naturally we didn’t make it on time to sit in the orchestra. I think we made it into the mezzanine level – or maybe it was lower balcony -- I saw two lone seats at the top of our level. I asked Karen if it was all right to sit there. “Yes, no stairs!” she exclaimed.” We probably would have been able to see a tad better if we had gone down lower but these were fine and it was nice to have the “row” to ourselves. My notes say the show was better than last time (November 2006) – but in retrospect I’m thinking it was better the first time since I didn’t know what to expect. There were jokes about Paris Hilton being in jail and Father’s Day. I love how they incorporate what’s in the daily news into the show. Then we rode Monsters, Inc. I love the rooms with the Chinese Restaurant and the one with the doors. Very cute! (This is much better, but I actually liked “Superstar Limo.”)

it was getting dusky and we were getting a little peckish so we decided to pop into the Taste Pilots Grill for a burger. And, I wanted onion rings. We shared a cheeseburger (I didn’t realize that it came with fries) and onion rings. Coffee for Karen. Milk for me (too small – it was kiddie sized). The fixin’s bar had already been cleaned up but I was able to procure some mayonnaise and ketchup packets.

We left park in order to make 8:15 p.m. shuttle (next one wasn’t until 9:15 and we were tired!) to hotel. In retrospect I really wish that we had stayed for the fireworks – but when its your first night you always think you’ll have other nights to see them. When the shuttle driver dropped us off this morning it was in the red zone (I took note of that). So we waited there. Then he finally arrived and zoomed past us to the white zone where a bunch of people were waiting and I thought we would miss it (aaargh) or not make it on it. Very charming and polite driver, though.

I slumped into the first available seat. Nice Asian Dad asked his wife and little girl “double up’ so that Karen could sit down also. I said thank you. He said “You’re welcome!” Another nice guy sitting across from Karen asked her if she had had a good time. “Yes!” She responded but said but that she wouldn’t spend another three hours waiting to ride Finding Nemo. He lightly touched her arm and said, “Oh, you got on? How was it? She answered “It was OK.” He said to Asian Dad that in the morning they could share a cab. Asian Dad said, “Hey, this shuttle runs at 7:30 a.m. and I will be on it! Men seem to have a particular affection for the submarines.

I would have felt completely happy if I wasn’t worried about Jodi and dreading going home. Cheer up! We still have two full days left!

Arrived at the Doubletree and bought some expensive Dasani waters in the gift store. Went up to our freshly made-up room with new shampoos, lotions set out (one of my favorite parts of going on vacation). Soaked our feet in the tub while watching a Frasier DVD. Watched some TV and went to sleep. I don’t know what time.

Monday, June 18, 2007. An uncomfortable request Redux; a move to the seedier side of town; an early “welcoming cocktail party;” taking the City Bus to DLR; “Discovery” of Bengal BBQ; Gordon ruins Heimlich’s Chew Chew Train; and vowing never to return to the Lost Bar.

Slept in a bit since we had to change hotels (well, to a motel). We watched Good Morning America and Regis and Kelly (Karen’s favorite show – I only like it on vacation – when I’m staying in a swanky hotel – otherwise I feel its too jet-setty). And leisurely had coffee and some little donuts (I think we still had some left). After we got dressed and mostly packed up (a BIG production – we are not light packers – especially Karen who inexplicably packed a couple of pairs of slacks – just in case). Upon check-in along with the other Neutrogena bathroom amenities there was this darling little tube of Neutrogena moisturizer with SPF of 45 (perfect for touring the Parks) and it was amazing. Karen and I were planning on keeping one each – however, the moisturizer was not replenished on the second day. I had Karen (I hate making phone calls) request a couple more of them (I asked her to please give the person who delivered them a few bucks -- I was going to pop into the shower). Turns out they didn’t know what exactly we were talking about so two different Neutrogena products were delivered to our door (one cleanser and the one we actually wanted)

Then we walked to Starbucks across the street for ground coffee and pastries (& butter). After that we decided to walk to the liquor store further down the street to get some cash and snacks for later.

We made it back to the Doubletree in time to eat and finish packing. On the way into the hotel there were several bellmen standing around (and about five of those hotel vans/shuttle buses) and I got up the nerve to ask as sweetly as possible that when we checked out – would it be possible for them to give us a lift to our other property which was just a mile (or so I thought – I think it turned out being a bit longer) down the road (I hate taking cabs – I never know how much to tip and it stresses me out at stoplights when the dollars keep rolling by – pulling more bills out of my wallet). The most officious looking one (he was wearing a tie) said, “Oh, you need to check with Guest Services inside. They will kill me if I make a decision for them.” While Karen finished her packing, I checked the hotel directory to see if they said anything about complimentary local shuttle service. It said that they offer shuttle service to Disneyland and that if the guest had any questions about shuttle service they could contact the Bell Desk. That didn’t sound like “no” to me.

At 12:00 noon sharp (I hate saying “sharp” when referring to time – but this time it fit) the maid rapped on the door. I assured her that we would be out in a second. She cheerfully retreated (I left her a good tip).

Now when we were leaving for Starbucks one of the shuttle bus guys asked us anxiously, “Are you going to Disneyland?” Like he was bored and wanted something to do. I was hoping that with all of those shuttles busses and obviously being the slow part of the day that my request would be met. So, we checked out. I was told I had a zero balance (I had prepaid via Priceline) – I would have liked a receipt – but I guess that was okay.

So, I go up the Guest Services desk and now the same guy that I had previously asked outside was standing at the desk. “Oh, you’re the same guy, aren’t you?” I asked. I reminded him of my request from 20 minutes ago. “Oh well, I doubt very much that they will do that. All the shuttle guys are busy on their routes to Disneyland.” (Routes? All I’ve seen is one driver at one time, one vehicle, one nonstop trip to DLR. The shuttle only runs at the top of the hour and picks up/drops off at the DLR at 15 minutes past – leaving a half-hour window as far as I can tell – but, whatever). I asked if he could please call me a cab. (P.S. I would have given the shuttle guy a very generous tip.)

A cab arrived within seconds (or so it seemed). The cab ride cost $10.00 with tip (I may have been too charitable). But, he was a nice guy and helped us with our luggage at the Best Western Orange Plaza Inn. After the luxuriant streets near DLR with their palm trees and other beautiful flora the roads of this part of Orange looked very shabby. We checked in without incident. I asked for directions on how to take the OCTA to Disneyland. It seemed pretty simple (we are no strangers to public transportation – you can save a bundle on vacation – allowing more money for food and other things – by taking the bus). As we were leaving the “lobby” (it was tiny) Karen purchased a couple of little bags of Fritos for 25 cents each. The guy at the Orange Plaza said that our room may not be ready yet, but we could leave our stuff inside the room. We trudged upstairs with our heavy suitcases and discovered that our room was indeed clean – it just didn’t have a bedspread on the bed yet (we never got one – but it really didn’t matter.) The room was fine – nothing fancy. It was very clean and had a coffee maker and refrigerator. The counter area outside the bathroom looked like a kitchenette with a white speckled linoleum floor on that end. There was a table and chairs on the opposite end of the room next to the window.

At this point I was quite ready to leave for Disneyland, but Karen was furiously digging furiously through her suitcase.

“What are you looking for?”

“The corkscrew! I thought we’d have the Welcoming Cocktail Party”

I hadn’t even thought of it. Usually its my idea. It was probably only 12:30 but we were on vacation, after all. So, I acquiesced and joined her. And, it was quite enjoyable. We turned on the TV and watched a bit. Karen had purchased the Fritos so we’d have something to munch on with our wine. This is so unlike me to relax this much on a Disney vacation but we both were just so mentally and physically tired that we really needed the rest.

Took the OCTA bus to DLR – transferring once – it was relatively painless. I was so happy to find out that the Target was on the corner of Harbor and Chapman (near the transfer point). It was kind of weird being on a bus with regular folks doing regular things while we were going to DL.

First thing that we did when we entered DL is head for First Aid for me to get a blister Band-Aid (I couldn’t figure out how not to use “first” twice in this sentence). And, now to use “first” again (and again) this is the first time I have ever visited First Aid. So, I’m thinking one of those fancy Band-Aid Blister Block ® ones. I kind of expected First Aid to be a darling Disney-TV-version of a medical office. Its pleasant enough inside but it looks like a mini-retro hospital. The CM was very nice and handed me a couple of medium-sized regular band aids and he offered some to Karen too. As I was signing the book, a woman came in asking for a cool, wet towel. He handed her one out of a nearby basket/bucket. And, asked Karen and I if we would like one too. I said, “No thanks, we just got here.” “Okay, but you be careful out there. That heat can be very dangerous.” It was sunny and warm, but not especially hot.

We stopped at a bench to apply the bandages (Karen said she had a blister too – but I think mine was worse). I liked sitting there because it was from a vantage point that I had never seen. And, the Park was PACKED – but what do you expect when you laze around all morning and not get there until 2:00 (or so) in the afternoon?

Next we went over to BTMRR to get some FPs (it was down when we returned and never got to ride this trip). BTMRR used to be my very favorite ride until that poor guy got killed on it. I still like it – but now I always ask to sit in back. (I used to say that I would like to die (many years from now) on BTMRR – but at the end of the ride. I don’t think that anymore. Yikes!)

At some point we decided that we should probably leave the Parks while it is still light since we were staying so far away and would have to wait at bus stops.

Since I didn’t get to see the fireworks on this trip I would like to relate a magical moment that happened after the fireworks last November. We had been standing on Main Street enjoying the fabulous Believe in Holiday Magic and after it ended the lights came up again it started to “snow.” I looked up into the sky all caught up in the Disney Magic and I got a little misty. Minnie (and this one was tiny) came up to me out of nowhere and gave me a little hug. “Hi, Minnie,” was all I could say. She gave Karen a little embrace also (we had on matching purple sweatshirts so we looked like we were together) and then she disappeared into the crowd. It was all very sweet – I will never forget that moment.

Anyway, since by this time we were a little hungry, I suggested that we try out Bengal Barbecue (can you believe I’ve never eaten there before?). Still have yet to try the much ballyhooed Dole Whip. After we ordered our food (chicken skewer for Karen, bacon wrapped asparagus for me; and a Diet Coke to share) I lead us to that semi-secluded area of tables and chairs at the Plaza Gardens Stage. We absolutely loved the skewers (that Polynesian sauce is to die for!) and pleasantly ate in the shade. (I’ve learned how to make the grilled bacon wrapped asparagus at home since then.)

We checked out some of the lines in FL – but they were all really long. Which normally we’d just brave the crowds but my foot hurt worse than Karen’s – and she was more tired than me – so our energy levels just about equaled out.
Mr. Toad didn’t have much of a wait so we got in that line. Its actually one of my favorite rides (and it one of my Dad’s favorites as well). I know it had been recently refurbished but it just seemed better than before. It was more fun for some reason -- maybe because it was our first ride of the day. Afterwards, I think this was the point when we intended riding BTMRR – but, alas it had just shut down.

After that we wanted something sweet. I suggested carrot cake – so we checked out the Blue Ribbon Bakery. No carrot cake – but they did have those “really big cinnamon rolls” – that are more than enough for two people so we shared one of those and a coffee. We found a place at Coke Corner in the shade to eat. A CM in a bowler was playing the piano. We politely clapped after his songs. He asked us if we’d like something slow and romantic or peppy and we chose peppy. It was some ragtime tune (the slow, romantic one may have been a better choice). Then he encouraged folks to join him in a rendition of the Mickey Mouse Club theme song. We sang along – and it may have brought a tear to my eyes. Mary Poppins and Bert showed up near the end of his show. Apparently they are ubiquitous around Main Street.

Then we decided it was time to go over to DCA. The only other time that I have been in a Bug’s Land was last November 2006 when it was dark so I didn’t get to see what it really looked like. They had had giant Christmas tree lights strung overhead which was darling. And, I thought the giant watermelon rind from Heimlich’s Chew Chew Train was adorable. I thought that HCCT was just kid-sized so we didn’t go on it. Well, the theming was very cute. I especially liked the giant clovers high in the sky (with the ToT against the blue sky in the background). I took several pictures on the way to HCCT marveling about how visually appealing it all was. So, we enter the queue, which is very pleasant and full of greenery. When we got close to loading the train, there was a little wooden gate so we walked up to that (quelle horror that we didn’t notice the *yellow* line painted on the ground). The very rude CM yelled at us – I mean literally yelled at us, ““Get behind the yellow line!”

“Well, pardon moi mucho!” I retorted. Karen barked, “Please!” Gordon (Karen said his name was) had sucked all of the whimsy out of HCCT. We are rule followers and really hate it when someone is rude like that. So, we didn’t enjoy it that much and it was very short (kind of amazing that they actually had two “caterpillars.”

So much for this kid stuff. We decided to leave and go on Soarin’ over California. I don’t remember how long the line was but I think the sign said 40 minutes. The handsome CM at the entrance to the hangar looked like a kick-@$$-fighter pilot in his costume (a la “Barney” from How I Met Your Mother when he dressed up like a K-A-F-P for Halloween – “Your ego is writing checks your body can’t cash).” My feet were absolutely killing me in line. All of that sloping in the indoor queue seemed to make it worse. Karen asked the guy in ahead of us in line if his Crocs (I think they were a knock-off) were comfortable. “Really comfortable,” he answered. I would give anything for some shoes that would give me some relief. But, not $40.00 for yellow or red (pink?) Disney Crocs (too expensive for now and okay to wear in the parks, but I wouldn’t be comfortable wearing them elsewhere.)

Every time I’m in that part wherein “Puddy” gives you flight instructions – I want to take his picture on the monitor – but I always chicken out. This was no exception. Am I the only one who laughs when he makes the guy take off his Mouse Ears and there’s a big bald spot? Or, when he and the Junior Aviator give each other the “thumbs up?” This ride always scares me a bit – but, I love it and every time feels like the first time (I like the “downs” a lot better than the “ups”). The best time ever was when my Dad and Jodi rode it for their first time with us. At liftoff Jodi exclaimed, “OH, THIS IS SUCH A NEAT RIDE!” and that was before the movie started. I can’t remember who was on my left (Jodi or Karen) – but my Dad was on my right and his warm arm was pressed calmly (heights don’t scare him) against mine. After it was over he said that he wished it was 30 minutes long!

We wanted some dinner and so we wandered toward Downtown Disney. DD is certainly visually appealing and fun to walk through but since its on Disney property its one of the least practical shopping venues that I can think of (nowhere to buy sundries or other necessities for instance). Which, of course, it is a joke trying to find somewhere to eat when everything is sewed up with ADRs. Plus DD was absolutely packed. Karen suggested ESPN zone (which I could care less about the food but I like using the restroom and seeing all of the TVs in the stalls) but I really didn’t think we’d get in. She went to check and when she returned she said that the wait was like 180 minutes or something. I suggested the “Lost Bar” at the DLH and we could share something and have a drink.

My foot was hurting so badly that I decided to ask if there was an OCTA bus stop on that side of the esplanade near the Disneyland Hotel. Long (very long) story short – no there isn’t. The very pleasant concierge at the DLH said (after several minutes of research) that its really not that far walking through the esplanade to the only bus stop on Harbor (“Busses don’t run on Disney Property”). I figured that once I got something to eat and could sit down for awhile I could make it back okay. (I did. Its really not a bad walk. And, DD is lovely and festive at night. Is it just me or does the same kind of music always seems to be performed? Kind of New Age. We stopped to use those nice restrooms under the purple and red neon outside of DCA.)

We used to like going to the Lost Bar – but we will never go there again (well, maybe in a pinch). Our server (CM?) was very snippy – acted put out – and, practically threw our bill in its folder on our table. The wine and cocktail prices were ridiculously high – which is really hard to take when there is absolutely no atmosphere and the drinks are served in plastic cups (not a stemmed one like at GVW). I asked if they had a “house wine” (which isn’t always listed on bar menus) and she retorted in a snotty manner, “Yeah, there it is” as she blithely waved at the menu – “We have Gallo.” I thought, “Oh, Gallo, how much can that be?” The Gallo Chardonnay was $7.75 and it was a very skimpy pour. We had to get her attention in for us to order some beef nachos to share. Again, she acted annoyed with us. The nachos were okay – a little soggy -- but were filling enough to get us on our way. When Karen tasted the pico de gallo on the top she said, “This is delicious!” Karen wanted to share another glass of wine but I talked her into waiting until we got back to our room where we could have some “free” (and much better) wine. Oh, and I did not leave a good tip.

I don’t remember a lot about our bus trip back to our motel. I remember by the time we left the Park it was dark. We had to wait for awhile at both bus stops but it wasn’t too bad. We relaxed when we got back, watched some TV, had little wine and soaked our feet. I slept great despite the fact that we only had one pillow each.


Tuesday, June 19, 2007. Another late start. Dream Fastpasses (but, alas not for us). Space Mountain – our new favorite! More delicious skewers from Bengal BBQ. “Alice” and “Bert” play “Musical Chairs.” Another fabulous visit to the Golden Vine Winery. Gordon behaves himself. And, we waited too long on this trip to experience the Tower of Terror. 

We overslept this morning. I couldn’t figure out the alarm clock last night – very complicated. I thought I had set it for 6:00 a.m.… but… Actually the motel had a quite decent continental breakfast (not great, but it exceeded my expectations). Had a pleasant time getting ready – laughing and talking as usual. We took the bus to Target – wherein I purchased some Blister Band-Aids – the real thing; H20s and Lip Therapy Vaselines (Karen and I are addicted). We barely missed the connecting bus (aargh). At the bus stop Karen remarked casually, “Oh, Blue Cross is trying to get a hold of you.” “Karen, don’t tell me stuff like that when I’m on vacation!” I hissed.

We finally arrived at DL and it was packed again (what do you expect when you arrive in the afternoon during the summer?) and HOT today. We rode on a fire truck down Main Street to save some shoe leather. There was an annoying family on the fire truck with us who were ooohing and aaahing over their newly acquired Dream Fastpasses, while I looked on longingly. They weren’t really annoying, I guess, just happy and I was so jealous. “How did we get so lucky?” they gushed.

We checked out the standby line for Space Mountain and it was 55 minutes. The FP return time was 5:15 p.m. So, we got the FPs and decided to get in the standby line. But, first we wanted something to snack on in line. So we went to the Tomorrowland Terrace. Karen wanted coffee (!?) and we got a bag of Lays and shared that. That Darth Vadar thing was going on and I cannot tell you how LOUD it was. I don’t consider myself a wuss when it comes to loud noises, but while we were in line at TT I literally had to cover my ears. (Once several years ago we were in line for Gadget’s Rollercoaster (Karen’s favorite) and this woman kept covering her ears when the acorns would zip by. I thought she looked ridiculous. Maybe its my age catching up with me.)

I really hate the queue at SM. Its all on the roof and in the sun. Well, they have umbrellas or awnings (I forget which), but it moves very slowly, is extremely boring and very hot. I had to call the Disneyland Express aka Gray Line people to make a reservation for tomorrow. I really hate having to take care of travel minutia the day before I leave to go home. Plus even though I am an Executive Assistant and have to make all sorts of uncomfortable calls I do not like making personal business calls (maybe that’s why). So, the woman on the phone is kind of rushing me and not very friendly. (I wasn’t sure that the DE would pick us up as far away as we were, so my plan was to take a short ride on the OCTA bus from the BW Orange Plaza Inn to the Doubletree where we staying the first two nights and have the bus pick us up there. Plus I thought that we could hit the nearby El Torito for lunch before meeting the DE… but I digress…). So, then I put on my officious secretarial voice and she get got nicer. But, she kept asking me questions. What time is your flight? What Airline? What is your room number?” (The last question kind of threw me, “Uh, 425.” Surely it can’t be against the rules for the DE to pick you up at a hotel where you are not currently staying. But, don’t ask, don’t tell is what I say.)

We could see the Matterhorn from the roof and Karen said that we should go on that too. I agreed. But, once again, we never made it over there. When we finally got into the indoor (cool and dark) queue there was no line at all – just a walk-through to the loading area. Then I figured out why they do this – it must be because of the FPs users that are allowed in that way also.

SM was fabulous! I haven’t ridden it in years. They had that two-year refurbishment (and our three year hiatus from DL due to financial problems). And, it was the one thing that was on our list that we never made it over to during our last trip in November 2006. I may be remembering this wrong (since I’m writing this sentence in September) but the first lift was all spirally in orange and purple and the tube appeared to turn (like at Universal when they do that endless cavern thing on the tram) – kind of disorienting – and fun. The ride seemed darker and faster than before and the light show at the end was fabulous. I said, “I want to go again!” So did Karen. I noticed a “protein spill” which had been covered in pixie dust (or whatever they call that stuff) when we unloaded so someone else probably didn’t enjoy it as much as we did. Getting in the standby line was discussed again (55 minutes) but we decided to wait for our FPs (bad idea – since we never made it back.)

We passed HISTA and Karen wanted to go inside. (In 2005 we went into HISTA with our parents – I thought they would like it -- and they said it was the best thing at DL (!?). My Dad said, “I laughed all the way though it!” – that is, until they road Soarin’ over California for the first time.) Its cute – but I’ve seen it too many times I guess. Real Life kept creeping into my thoughts. “Why would Blue Cross be looking for me?”

Then we rode Monorail Nemo again – I really love riding the monorail (it was down the last time we were here). The doors got stuck back at the Tomorrowland Station and it took awhile for us to be let out.

Back to Bengal BBQ for Safari skewers (the asparagus bacon ones) and bread sticks. While in line I traded my athletic shoes for flip flops. Much better! The CM at B-BBQ was nice and asked us if we were having a good time and was quite chatty. Then I asked if they had some dipping sauce for the breadsticks (which were more like delicious fluffy rolls and she said, “We don’t have dipping sauces for the breadsticks!” (Seems like I read on MP that they did and maybe she was tired of folks asking.) I wonder if they had had butter. Since it was so hot I suggested to Karen that after we ate perhaps we could go to DCA and ride GRR. She wasn’t thrilled about the idea since she didn’t want to get wet with our motel so far away (good point).

We ate in the shaded area near Coke Corner -- the place with the yellow and white umbrellas with tables and chairs. As we were eating, over on the porch of the Plaza Pavilion “Alice” was politely asking folks if she could borrow their extra chairs. She’s so cute the way she flounces around. She started making two rows of chairs back-to-back. Then a guy wheeled out a white piano and he and “Bert” cordially shook hands. Mary Poppins appeared. Alice and the Madhatter drafted some children and along with them, Alice, Bert and the kids all played a game of musical chairs. I don’t remember what the pianist played for the game but they were all sprightly Disney tunes.

When the music stopped and there was a scramble for the empty chairs, the “Un-winners were proclaimed by the Madhatter. Alice tried to sit on Bert’s lap (very sweet!) but she was still the Un-Winner. I don’t think that Mary Poppins was very happy about it (LOL). It was cute as hell! Once again, I could have gotten better pictures if I had walked closer to the action. That’s another thing I love about Disney. You’re just sitting there and entertainment walks right up to you.

Then we (I hobbled) over to DCA) and we took the garden path to Golden Vine Winery and it was lovely --- the pretty flowers and grapevines -- just like the wine country at home. Although we are not looking forward to going home (there is no comfort for one who doesn’t want to go home).

After relaxing at the wine bar (more Reisling) we decided to do something really mature so we went into the nearby Flik’s Fun Fair again. We’re hoping that we will have a better experience this time – and hopefully Gordon will not be there. We just walked around and I took a bunch of pictures. I am very into cuteness. Then I noticed that the restrooms were a giant box of Kleenex (facial tissues?) turned upside down. It was adorable. Inside the restroom was a constant buzzing sound (I guess that could get annoying after awhile).

I saw several adults (granted they all appeared to be with kids) in line for Flik’s Flyers – and good sport that she is – Karen thought it would be fun to ride it too. I love the queue and the entrance with a giant piece of binder paper folded like an airplane with the blue crayon writing, “Flik’s Flyers.” After we were seated in our giant apple juice box, the CM came over to check on us to make sure we were buckled in and he said, “Okay, Lady Bugs!” LOL! The ride was quite pleasant, but short. I liked hearing some music from “A Bug’s Life.”

We decided to brave HCCT again – hopefully this time without Gordon. Well, Gordon was there but he behaved himself this time and we made sure to stay in back of the dreaded yellow line. Karen told me that he had B.O. (she has a small nose but a powerful one -- especially for her four favorite scents: chocolate, pizza, cinnamon and coffee). We got squirted with some watermelon scented water. I think the animal cookies look obscene (they looked fat and naked).

After that Karen and I when to the restroom inside of the giant upside-down tissue box. While I waited for Karen to exit (you would not believe how many times I have waited for her outside of restrooms; and how many pictures I have of her exiting stalls – I like to capture the whole experience) I watched the children playing in Dot’s Puddle Park. They were running around and shrieking with joy every time they would get splashed with water.

We hadn’t braved the ToT yet and we were really looking forward to an exciting ride to end our day. The standby line was 60 minutes. The line moved slowly and as I was telling Karen how much I enjoyed the new Space Mountain this guy in front of us in line got into a lengthy conversation with us telling us that DCA is the worst park that Disney ever designed and lots of other opinions. It was starting to get a little tiring. I was hoping we’d be put on different elevators. Just as we entered the lobby they made an announcement that they are “having issues with our elevators,” so we had to exit without riding. We were quite disappointed. Next time we will have to make sure that we hit it earlier during our stay. But, we were hungry and thirsty and ready to leave the Park to have some dinner (I happily finally discovered that the Red Robin is right across the street from the Target -- also an Outback Steakhouse, Buca di Beppo and Joe’s Crab Shack). We had to wait (along with several off-duty CMs) quite awhile for the bus and got off in near RR.

We shared fish and chips (plenty for two) and had a pleasant and delicious dinner. There might have been a couple glasses of chardonnay also. We walked across the street to Target since Karen wanted some Renu and we browsed around a bit (I bought some of those mini Reece’s peanut butter cups wrapped the festive red, blue and silver foil – miraculously they made it home fine). By the time we got out to the bus stop it was almost dark. At some point I had asked one of the bus drivers how late that bus ran and was told that it was a 24 hour line. However, at this time of night (around 8:30) apparently it was only scheduled only once an hour (or later). A teenaged girl approached the bus stop with a (new) laundry basket filled with items she had purchased at Target. We made friends with her and she told us the next bus was scheduled to come at something like 9:34. It was getting chilly and since it was so hot during the day we didn’t think to bring jackets with us. We weren’t exactly scared but we were very anxious to get back to the safety of our motel room. (As Karen and I always say, “Its not taking the bus that is so bad. Its waiting for it.”) This made me long for the relative comfort and safety of the ART or a direct hotel shuttle.

I told myself that if the bus didn’t come by 9:45 that we would go into Target and I would get some more cash and call a cab. Fortunately, the bus arrived before that time. There were some somewhat scary characters aboard and the driver was unpleasant to say the least, so I kept a firm hold on my purse and had my cell phone in hand. I stood up after a couple of minutes so I wouldn’t miss our stop. When the girl with the laundry basket got off I thanked her for her help and for keeping us company. I was so glad that the bus stop was right in front of the lobby at the BW OPI. There were signs posted everywhere that stating “No Rooms Available” and “No Vacancy” and what I presumed was “no rooms” in Spanish. We were very happy to scurry up the stairs and get inside our room. (I had a flashback to that scene in “The Pursuit of Happyness” when they had their belongings placed outside their locked motel room.)

Not long after we arrived my cell phone rang and the display said, “Dad.” I was very happy that he called – he rarely calls me on vacation unless he’s returning my call. He asked, “Are you at home now?” I told him that we were coming back tomorrow night. He wasn’t very chatty but was glad to hear that we were in for the night. I realized the next day that he may have been at Urgent Care with Jodi when he called – but I’m glad he didn’t say anything to worry me.

We relaxed in the room and watched TV. I made myself try to figure out the alarm clock and set it for ten minutes later to make sure that I did it right. I tried to get most of my stuff organized and packed and lay out my clothes for the trip home tomorrow.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007. Time to leave for home. Nice returning to the Bay Area, but difficult facing problems ahead.

Everything went according to plan. We ate breakfast and finished packing. We caught the OCTA bus to the Doubletree and rolled our suitcases over to the El Torito for a quick, rushed lunch in order to make it back to catch the DE bus to the airport at 12:30. The DE bus driver didn’t look very friendly – but I may have had my game face on since getting to the airport is a little stressful to me. Turns out he was very nice and friendly. Karen and I were the only passengers and we chatted with him all of the way to LAX (he did most of the talking). Our flight wasn’t until 4:00 and it was only about 1:30. Fortunately, they cancelled our flight and we were put on the 3:00 instead (the same thing happened in November 2006). The flight home was pleasant enough but Karen started talking about her job (aarrrgh).

When we arrived in OAK and as we were walking to Baggage Claim I called Jodi to tell them that we were in Oakland. Relieved, she said to our Dad, “Wes, the girls are back in Oakland.” She and I talked about all of her tests (turns out thankfully she is okay) and as I was repeating words like cardiologist I got understanding, concerned smiles from those I passed in the terminal (most of them were good looking men!). We got our bags, took the shuttle back to Espresso, found the car (and Karen paid for the parking) and got on our way towards home. It felt good to be driving again. Naturally, we got caught in commuter traffic. It was a nice afternoon though. It was sunny and cool and the fog was rolling in across the Bay Bridge. And, it was nice to hear local news again.

Karen brought up work again which I wasn’t too happy about. To change the subject she asked me what I wanted to watch on TV when we got home. I have been missing the “good cable” with all of the channels we like: TVLand, Food Network, Comedy Central, E! , TLC, etc. When we entered our nice apartment we were happy to see that everything was all right – including no bad messages on the machine. One exception to this happy homecoming was that the cable TV had been turned off. Before we left Karen kept telling me that she needed some help paying the bill but I was too focused on making sure we had enough $$$ for our trip. Oh, well, at least we have plenty of DVD box sets (10 seasons of Frasier) and stuff on old-fashioned video tape to watch (it feels more like broadcast TV with the commercials and all). P.S. This was Wednesday and we got it turned back on that Saturday. I was so happy to have cable TV again that I even left a party early on Saturday night so I could watch TV before picking Karen up at work at 10:30.

Everything we did our fabulous. Part of what Karen and I really like about a DLR vacation is taking time to sit somewhere and just enjoy the ambiance (our parents don’t get that). And, even though I thoroughly enjoyed relaxing – which was most needed; I can’t help but feel like we didn’t get much “accomplished.” (I keep having dreams (nightmares?) about going to DL and then never being able to go on any rides – their always too far away – or I can’t find them – or they’re nothing like they really are – you know how dreams are.) Maybe its because we now AP holders and it takes the urgency out of the situation since I know we’ll be back relatively soon (target date: October 18, 2007).

Least Favorite Things:

CROWDS
Sore feet
Gordon
Guy at Doubletree
Lousy server at the Lost Bar
Waiting an hour for ToT and then not getting to ride.
Self-serve check-in at SW terminal at LAX
May have been happier skipping Nemo and using that time to go on other things (since turns out that Sunday ended-up being the least crowded day).
Going home – a mixed blessing.

Favorite Things:

Our Dad calling us on the last night -- but happy that he didn’t worry me.
Everything else.

Epilogue:

Next time its going to be all about the rides. Rides, rides, rides. (BTW, I am quite disappointed that Alice in Wonderland will be down during my visit.) Even if it means getting up and going to the Parks early in the morning by myself. Its extremely hard to get Karen out of bed and around (I’ve never gone to DL by myself – although I can do movies and restaurants alone – so as long as I know Karen is nearby and I have my cell phone I’m pretty sure that I can manage it.) And, I will have my well broken in Mary Jane Crocs this time. (And, now I’ve decided that I really need to invest in a pair of Nikes before we go since I wore my Crocs in San Francisco the other day -- and even without a lot of walking – my heel was sore.)

As of this writing (September 17, 2007 – but I’ve been working on this TR since I got back in June) I have purchased our airline tickets for October 18 on Horizon Air directly out of Santa Rosa into LAX. This will be great because our car has reached an age and mileage where I don’t like taking it on the freeway very far anymore. I was originally planning on flying out at 4:00 p.m.; however, the $69 OW ticket now costs $96 – and that’s a difference of $54 for the two of us. Therefore, much to Karen’s horror we are now flying out at 6:00 a.m. on Thursday (there are only the two flights daily to LAX – its not quite Mayberry here). However, on the return trip (on Monday, October 22) our flight is at 5:25 p.m. arriving STS at 7:05 p.m.

This will be FABULOUS since we will only have a short drive home from the airport and will not have to deal with a lengthy wait to retrieve our luggage in OAK, catching the parking lot shuttle; and then driving home in traffic for an hour and a half (or more).

I’m thinking that arriving at 7:30 Thursday morning will be fun. I know we’ll be tired but we’ll have a whole extra day to enjoy. And, we can have breakfast when we arrive; and if our room is ready we can take a nap. If its not ready – we can head over to the Parks for awhile (I’d probably be too excited to sleep anyway).

After the motel-being-so-far-away-debacle I was determined to stay somewhere across the street the next time. So I made reservations at the Anaheim Plaza Hotel for $60.00 per night. According to Trip Advisor it is kind of a dive but the location is great. ALTHOUGH, as the time draws near… And, since we’ve had a lousy summer (with the exception of this trip and one “turnaround” bus trip to Reno) with Karen’s miserable job and all – I’m thinking a three-star-name-brand-hotel (courtesy of Priceline) which theoretically will cost less and be nicer is starting to sound better to us (me – Karen says she doesn’t care – but we are running out of our collection of spa products from other hotel stays and they need to be replenished). And, staying at a nicer property will “feel” more like being on vacation that we so desperately need. I just love sleeping under a down comforter and a bed with lots of pillows. Not to mention all of the amenities of a fine hotel. So, stay tuned to see how that pans out…(Trip Report from October 2007 coming soon – I just have to tweak it a bit.)

Until then, thanks for reading!

Gloria

Thank you Gloria for sharing your trip report. I also want to try DL one time by myself. Closest I have come has been leaving my husband at the hotel while I went to the park.

P.S. I am glad your stepmom is OK.

Thanks for your trip report. It's great that you and your sister are so close and like to travel together. You two know how to have a good time! I hope your October trip was a great one, too.