It is now Thursday, February 8th. We fell asleep pretty early last night after LOST, so we are up and out the door at about 7:30. We have never used Disney bus transportation before, and we think we may have to until we can catch up with my in-laws to borrow their car, but we have planned today as kind of a quiet day, since we are going to the Pirate/Princess party at the Magic Kingdom tonight. We go to Artists’ Palette and order breakfast. Brighid eyes the Mickey waffles from way at the back of the line, and we watch carefully as everyone in front of us orders the Mickey waffles for themselves, their children, their grandmother back home, and the starving children of Ethiopia. But, as luck would have it, just as it is Brighid’s turn to order, the god of waffledom has shined his golden goodness upon her and a new batch of hot Mickey waffles appears in the warming tray. Waffles with bacon it is 🙂 Me on the other hand, destined to be forever without that waffley goodness due to my gastric bypass surgery, orders the children’s breakfast plate. Can I just tell you, they make these children’s breakfast plates for some very hungry children! I got a heaping mound of scrambled eggs, two large sausage links (the normal platter was one link and one bacon strip, but I know I can’t eat bacon, and when I asked for them not to add it, the lady kindly substituted another sausage link), and a nice bunch of grapes. If you are not one of those people who can go to breakfast and eat the whole Rooty Tootie Fresh and Fruity for yourself, for less than $4.00, the kids breakfast options at WDW are GREAT!
I don’t know if I have ever mentioned this before in any other post I have made, but I am geographically challenged. I am grateful to find my way out of bed and into the bathroom each morning. So you should know that having successfully gotten to Artists’ Palette from our room in the Carousel section of SSR was quite a feat and I was so proud of myself! Then we had to find our way back. In our defense, a bit of fog rolled in while we were at breakfast. And we were delerious from the huge amounts of food we had just consumed. And we were giddy with excitement at being on our first mother/daughter trip. And, okay, we’re just darned stupid when it comes to directions. When we reach Congress Park, we realize we’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy, and a little panic sets in when we realize we have to find our way back to the other side of the resort! Brighid blames me because I followed her when she said go right and I thought it was left, and I blame her because she is looking for the gorgeous courtyard view we had as a way to find our building. Of course that gorgeous courtyard view is a little different from 3 stories up.
We finally figure out that, much like Hansel and Gretel in stories of old, we can follow a trail of something to help us get back to our room. But what could we possibly follow? We did not leave a trail of breadcrumbs or small pebbles, which would have been smart. There is, however, a trail of SOMETHING that will help us find our way back. Our fine feathered friends, Donald and Daisy, apparently DID find a trail of breadcrumbs to follow at some point this morning, because we were fortunate enough to be able to find our way back to our building by following piles of, well, how to put this delicately (although I did warn you in Part One of this report it was not for the squeamish), duckie doo-doo. Yes, friends, there were quite abundant piles of duck excrement in the area of The Carousel section of SSR, and once we found the trail of small dung hills, we found our room 🙂 Yay for the ducks (and whomever it was that fed them enough delicious breadcrumbs that enabled them to leave that lengthy trail!).
Once we are back at the room, we naturally decide we need to go out. Lunch at Downtown Disney is the ultimate goal today, and I am on the fence about whether or not I want to buy a pair of Disney Crocs, so we plan to do a little shopping. Brighid also needs something to wear for the Pirate/Princess party, and I feel confident we will find something there, even though she is 15, difficult to shop with, not prone to liking anything I might suggest, 15, hard to please, the kind of person who looks in 50 stores only to go back to the first thing she saw, and, did I mention, 15? We also have to catch up with the in-laws today, who are graciously lending us a car so that we can head off of Disney property (I know, blasphemy!). We phone the in-laws, and unfortunately, wake them up (sorry, Mom!). We tell them we will talk to them later in the day when they have woken up, and we head out to DTD. Our first stop is Basin, and usually, I love wandering around here, sniffing soaps, washing my hands, testing lotions – you get the idea. But I guess because we were just here last week and I still have everything I need in the way of soap following our November trip, I don’t find anything I like and we are out of the store in record time.
After Basin, we go to the World of Disney. Can’t you just get lost in that store? Oh, and actually, I do. Or Brighid does. Or at least we get separated. I am looking at the Crocs, admiring them, considering which color I like, and Brighid apparently gets sucked into a tractor beam and disappears somewhere in the great beyond – or at least into another area of the store that sells stuff more interesting than Crocs. I wander around aimlessly for about 10 minutes without finding her, and then I head back to the Crocs display, figuring she will eventually be returned to her home planet in the exact spot from where the aliens abducted her. Sure enough, after another 5 minute wait, Brighid reappears, not looking like she has suffered from any kind of unusual alien experiments, and we wander around a bit more. We find a shirt she really likes in the men’s department, but they only have it in XL and XXL. We ask a CM if they have more somewhere else, and they check around to find out that no, the only shirt in the Western hemisphere Brighid actually WANTS to wear tonight does not come in a size closer to her size (which is a women’s size 2). We consider purchasing the men’s large, but fears of her tripping over it as we walk around the park discourage the purchase, and we press on, back past the Crocs that I have not yet decided to buy. FINALLY, after months of searching (okay, it was more like an hour, but it felt like months), we find a khaki colored t-shirt with black fuzzy designs on the front that says “Dead Men Tell No Tales”. But, of course, it’s a t-shirt, and it’s going to be chilly tonight. Now we have to find a shirt she can wear under the t-shirt. God help me. After not quite a decade, we find a complimentary color long sleeved thermal shirt with Mickey on the front of it, but since she is wearing it under the Pirate shirt, no one will see it’s a Micky shirt. She is happy with her purchases, but she becomes absolutely ecstatic when she finds a rhinestone encrusted tiara with a skull and crossbones in the center. Her outfit for the evening is complete.
We leave the store – without the Crocs, I might add – and it is definitely time to check out the Earl of Sandwich for some lunch. Brighid orders her favorite – the Ultimate Grilled Cheese sandwich (adventurous, huh?) with no tomato. I ask if they have any other soup besides the tomato, praying as I ask that they will say “Yes, our fabulously wonderful, incredibly delicious, so good it will make you wanna slap yo’ momma chicken with rice soup”. Guess what? Except for the slapping my mother part, they DO say they have the chicken rice soup! Brighid orders the Earl Grey lemonade and we go sit at a table outside, where we enjoy a great meal with gorgeous weather!
We hit a few of the other shops before we make our way to DTD Westside, where Brighid picks up a CD of some Irish rock band. We finally get back in touch with the in-laws, and it seems we have gotten our signals crossed and they were expecting to eat lunch with us. When they arrive, we head back over to the Marketplace so they can get sandwiches at the Earl of Sandwich, and Brighid enjoys another cup of the Earl Grey lemonade. When lunch is over, we drive back to Poinciana to drop them off, and we head back to the hotel to get ready for the party.
This is a fun event, we ride everything with no wait at all, and the highlight of the evening is when Brighid gets to meet himself, Captain Jack Sparrow, up close and personal. He is quite the charmer, and she it totally smitten. He asks her how old she is, and when she says 15, he promptly backs away 10 feet and says he will take the photo from that distance LOL. I tell him she is looking for a date for her cotillion, and he moves in closer and says he LOVES a party and would be delighted to go, and he wants to know if there will be rum served at the party. She tells him no, it’s a Catholic school, and his face lights up as he says, “Even better! I love Catholic parties!” He is such a hoot, we hate that they take the photos and our time is up.
Once we have had our moment with the Captain, all else pales in comparison, and we decide to head out for the night. We stop long enough to enjoy the spectacular fireworks, and then head out to the parking lot. We are back at the hotel by 11:30, and asleep by around midnight. It’s been a long day, but so much fun. We have nothing planned tomorrow except a visit to the Spa, so we have to put in a wake up call to be at the spa for 7:45. What crazy person made those appointments? Oh yeah, Me.