Steppesister
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2013
U is for: Up, Under, and Upside Down
Mom and Dad had an early flight, so took off and made it home safely. Marcia didn’t have any more park days on her ticket which left me to have one last MK Hurrah before our early evening flight to Tucson. Roll-E and I zoomed off and made it through the tapstiles sometime, but not too long after, park opening. I had one goal: Ride the People Mover on the day it opened back up. The line was already 30 minutes long, maybe more, but since I had at least 2-3 hours I hopped in it. Well, I didn’t hop; I gingerly hobbled my way there. While I did feel a lot better than when we’d arrived at WDW a week earlier, I was far from “better”.
It was so awesome being back on “the WEDWay” and I thoroughly enjoyed my ride. It’s so classically Walt and takes me back to the Good Old Disney Days.
Magic still happens:
With just enough time to take one last spin with the 999 Happy Haunts, I headed that way melancholy that my trip was basically over. I grinned with the ghosts and found a way out.
Afterwards, I consoled myself with one of the seasonal Kakamora Floats which, by the way, was AMAZING! The cake pop was predictably stale and flavorless, but the coconut soft-serve and pineapple juice was a perfectly delightful combo. With brain-freeze and a brave face and showed myself to the exit for the next leg of our trip.
Until next time, Monorail Yellow!
Back at the Coronado, I got off at the wrong bus stop and had to wind my way back to the right section. Which was fine because I got to see a section that I hadn't gotten to before. This was the section I wished we'd gotten:
Marcia and I wanted a cocktail before we left and found a gorgeous little courtyard just between the Barcelona Lounge and the Mercado. We were the only ones in there and it was nice to enjoy the green, shady area for a short time. It was extra short for me.
I had gotten my Bloody Mary and was trying to get settled in and situated in our little oasis while juggling my hat, purse, and drink. Tragically, I wasn’t successful, and my entire drink landed square on my tennis shoe… upside down. Of course. Now, not only was I dirty, I reeked like a frat house in September. There was booze and tomato juice completely saturating Roll-E running down through every crevice.
Exasperated I made my way back into the bar to ask for some (ie. A LOT) of napkins and explained what happened. The hostess/bartender was super nice and said, “Oh dang! I’ll be right back!” She made me a new drink, smirked as she put a lid on it, and handed me about 4 inches of napkins. I’m sure the scooter company wondered what kind of sot had rented Roll-E when they picked him up that evening.
Suffice to say, we made it to our gate in plenty of time and landed in Tucson around 8:30 that night.
I’ll end this TR with one more update on the highlights of our 4 days in Tucson in the next chapter and call it quits. Hope your weekend is a wonderful one!