nilla
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- May 23, 2008
While that was all happening, Dylan and I were leaving Hollywood Studios and taking a bus to Disney Springs. But which bus? We get in line for the Coronado bus, thinking we'll go back there, then grab a bus to DS. It's a roundabout way, but it might be the easiest. It's taking FOR-EVER, though.
As we wait, I see my first ever Brazilian Tour Group (tm); a gang of about 20 or so teenage girls. They're standing in a circle near the bus stop, chanting while 3 of them do some dance in the middle. Dylan's annoyed (by people having fun), but hey, they're enjoying themselves.
Ok, where is this bus? I come up with the game-changing idea to get on a bus to one of the resorts close to Disney Springs. Then, we can walk over. The sign says "Disney Springs Hotels" are straight ahead, so off we go. Saratoga Springs! Old Key West!
Or...not. Huh?
Apparently, "Disney Springs Hotels" means the Marriot, et al, and NOT anything Disney. C'mon.
Deciding once again to go back to Coronado first (not very efficient, I know), we get back in that line. A bus came and went since we left. To top it off, I accidentally punted some kid's BB8 souvenir cup while stepping over the chain to exit the line. It was ok, though. I apologized like crazy, and he was cool with it. Plus BB8 was intact.
We got on the bus, finally, and it was back to Coronado. We got off at Station 2, then waited for the next Disney Springs bus. One came, we got on, and I texted Kristin, telling her we were finally on our way.
She texts back: "Once Upon a Toy Closes at 11:00."
What? I thought they were open until midnight? We're never going to make it. And that's not just being pessimistic.
The bus drops us off literally 17 miles from Once Upon a Toy, and sure enough, when we get there, it's closed. Dylan spots people coming out of it still, but I explain that they were probably inside before it closed. He's not happy. At all.
So here we are, tired, frustrated, and having wasted a good three hours trying to get a plastic weapon that we never even got close to. On two, separate occasions. Ugh. I just want to go back and get to bed.
We walked the 17 miles back to the bus stop (Disney Springs is, like, totally confusing anymore. For me, at least. But that doesn't take much.). We finally reach it, and the bus is boarding RIGHT NOW. It looks like it's almost full. But we might make it.
...
We do. Yes!
In a turn of irony, the back of the bus is loaded with college-aged conventioners.
We reach the back, and there is only one seat left. Dylan dives in. The only reason he got it was because one of the girls wanted to try to quickly finish her ice cream outside the bus before she would have to throw it out, so we got to board before her.
So when she finally boarded, do you think Dylan gave up his seat for her? HECK NO. We were tired. REALLY tired. And she should have thrown out her ice cream. Or eaten faster. They had no idea what we'd been through. We've seen things. We were not kidding around. Or giving up seats.
I was standing, though. Because I'm nice like that.
Anyway, the lights went down, the bus got rolling, and we were on our way. And then the night ended in what, looking back, was the only way this night could end: the row of girls in the back started singing. Loudly. It was that "I can't feel my face when I'm with you, but I love it" song. Which is what I think it's really called. Look it up.
Whatever it's called, they were singing it. All of them. And clapping. And swaying.
Dylan was in the middle of it all, expressionless. Having seen him yell at Emily for singing too much at home, I was waiting for him to explode. I was almost certain it was going to happen. I could sense it coming.
But he held back. Good kid He did have a sense of humor about it, recording some of the audio to immortalize the horror.
Around 11:45, our bus rolled into Coronado Springs. The connies (my new word for conventioners - spread it around) got off at the fist stop, and we could relax. We then reached station 4, got off, went right to the room, and got ready for bed. We were DONE.
Kristin and Emily weren't back yet (MK was open until midnight), but I was in bed within minutes. DONE.
The girls rolled in at about 12:30, and said they had the best night. Yeah, the photos make that clear. Good for them! We tell them about our nightmare of a night, but I'm happy they had a good time.
Our day wasn't a total loss, though. We did have a great day when it wasn't revolving around light sabers or standing room only FastPasses for Mickey shows.
Oh well, this day's over. Moving forward. Tomorrow, we're back at Epcot. And it's hard to NOT have a great day there.
Good night!
(up next - our fourth and final Epcot day!)
As we wait, I see my first ever Brazilian Tour Group (tm); a gang of about 20 or so teenage girls. They're standing in a circle near the bus stop, chanting while 3 of them do some dance in the middle. Dylan's annoyed (by people having fun), but hey, they're enjoying themselves.
Ok, where is this bus? I come up with the game-changing idea to get on a bus to one of the resorts close to Disney Springs. Then, we can walk over. The sign says "Disney Springs Hotels" are straight ahead, so off we go. Saratoga Springs! Old Key West!
Or...not. Huh?
Apparently, "Disney Springs Hotels" means the Marriot, et al, and NOT anything Disney. C'mon.
Deciding once again to go back to Coronado first (not very efficient, I know), we get back in that line. A bus came and went since we left. To top it off, I accidentally punted some kid's BB8 souvenir cup while stepping over the chain to exit the line. It was ok, though. I apologized like crazy, and he was cool with it. Plus BB8 was intact.
We got on the bus, finally, and it was back to Coronado. We got off at Station 2, then waited for the next Disney Springs bus. One came, we got on, and I texted Kristin, telling her we were finally on our way.
She texts back: "Once Upon a Toy Closes at 11:00."
What? I thought they were open until midnight? We're never going to make it. And that's not just being pessimistic.
The bus drops us off literally 17 miles from Once Upon a Toy, and sure enough, when we get there, it's closed. Dylan spots people coming out of it still, but I explain that they were probably inside before it closed. He's not happy. At all.
So here we are, tired, frustrated, and having wasted a good three hours trying to get a plastic weapon that we never even got close to. On two, separate occasions. Ugh. I just want to go back and get to bed.
We walked the 17 miles back to the bus stop (Disney Springs is, like, totally confusing anymore. For me, at least. But that doesn't take much.). We finally reach it, and the bus is boarding RIGHT NOW. It looks like it's almost full. But we might make it.
...
We do. Yes!
In a turn of irony, the back of the bus is loaded with college-aged conventioners.
We reach the back, and there is only one seat left. Dylan dives in. The only reason he got it was because one of the girls wanted to try to quickly finish her ice cream outside the bus before she would have to throw it out, so we got to board before her.
So when she finally boarded, do you think Dylan gave up his seat for her? HECK NO. We were tired. REALLY tired. And she should have thrown out her ice cream. Or eaten faster. They had no idea what we'd been through. We've seen things. We were not kidding around. Or giving up seats.
I was standing, though. Because I'm nice like that.
Anyway, the lights went down, the bus got rolling, and we were on our way. And then the night ended in what, looking back, was the only way this night could end: the row of girls in the back started singing. Loudly. It was that "I can't feel my face when I'm with you, but I love it" song. Which is what I think it's really called. Look it up.
Whatever it's called, they were singing it. All of them. And clapping. And swaying.
Dylan was in the middle of it all, expressionless. Having seen him yell at Emily for singing too much at home, I was waiting for him to explode. I was almost certain it was going to happen. I could sense it coming.
But he held back. Good kid He did have a sense of humor about it, recording some of the audio to immortalize the horror.
Around 11:45, our bus rolled into Coronado Springs. The connies (my new word for conventioners - spread it around) got off at the fist stop, and we could relax. We then reached station 4, got off, went right to the room, and got ready for bed. We were DONE.
Kristin and Emily weren't back yet (MK was open until midnight), but I was in bed within minutes. DONE.
The girls rolled in at about 12:30, and said they had the best night. Yeah, the photos make that clear. Good for them! We tell them about our nightmare of a night, but I'm happy they had a good time.
Our day wasn't a total loss, though. We did have a great day when it wasn't revolving around light sabers or standing room only FastPasses for Mickey shows.
Oh well, this day's over. Moving forward. Tomorrow, we're back at Epcot. And it's hard to NOT have a great day there.
Good night!
(up next - our fourth and final Epcot day!)