October 29th, 2012
8 AM. I’ll go. No, I won’t.
10 AM. I’ll go. Ugh, no just don’t want to drive. My left and right side of my mind is in such an argument.
12 PM. Not gonna do it. I ain’t going, I don’t care, my mind is made up.
3 PM. What was that pop? Shit, the power is out due to light winds from hurricane Sandy.
"Let’s go boys. We are going to Disney World! That’s right, surprise! I didn’t want to spoil your surprise but I can’t hold in the suspense any longer! I've been planning it all day!"
These long road trips are good for the soul but they’re also hard to travel at times because, well, where as before I thought the thinking was good for me, now there is too much thinking that's going on in my brain and now my mind begins to stretch like this highway, off into infinity. So, I try to distract myself by pretending to try and keep the car in-between the lines. But of course with my precious cargo in the backseats of the van I keep the van’s wheels straight and it’s steady as she goes.
The boys get lost in TV, while I lose myself in my mind (in a good way). When you have time to think, memories come at you as fast as those tail lights from the cars that were once off in the distance that now come screaming towards you as I close the distance in my mini-van. Sometimes, I wish I could slam on my breaks on a certain memory and ask myself, “what the hell were you thinking?” But life doesn't afford anyone those opportunities.
But this is a pleasure trip. An escape from reality. It's time to put it those thoughts to rest at the nearest stop, because Disney World approaches, and it's time to let the fun begin!
Unfortunately, it's the little things that cost money.
Valet, yes. <cha ching>
Baggage check, yes. <cha ching>
Premium room close to activities, yes. <cha ching>
Room service, yes. <cha ching>
Premium room close to activities, yes. <cha ching>
Room service, yes. <cha ching>
I’m a glutton for punishment and over exhaustion, in the name of good times, but in the mist of my over achieving quest for fun, I find that my mind wanders into the depths of deep thought and I find myself trying harder to lose track of the things that lay in wait distracting me from my steadiness and make me fret about retuning home from our adventures.
The need not to be be around my area where I reside when I have my long weekends off from work compels me to fill the days with as much activities as I can. Like my boys filling their voids of time by playing; I am using my time, consumed with checking us into our hotel ...
The need not to be be around my area where I reside when I have my long weekends off from work compels me to fill the days with as much activities as I can. Like my boys filling their voids of time by playing; I am using my time, consumed with checking us into our hotel ...
“Yes guys the doors open automatically. It is truly amazing what happens when those electronic devices sense you have a soul," I tell the boys as they stand in the doorway.
The boys love the automatic doors. I swear I could have went to the mall and allowed them to use their presence to open and close the entrance doors and saved a whole lot of money.
The Disney staff smiles at me as the boys Tango with the doors but who am I to cut into their dance and ruin the mood. Besides the distraction is allowing me to complete the check-in process.
The Disney staff smiles at me as the boys Tango with the doors but who am I to cut into their dance and ruin the mood. Besides the distraction is allowing me to complete the check-in process.
Now off to Epcot madness.
“Here we are Epcot,” I announce to the boys while the song, “ When you wish upon the a star, makes no difference who you are...” plays in the background.
The boys jump out of the stroller and head towards the large Epcot sphere. Okay, the golf ball looking thing. They point and shout in amazement of something so large. To them it is amazing...
Oh, yes and so is the automatic door by the gift store, as I was saying they love those doors and now...they’re playing with them.
open...
...close...
open....
...close...
"Okay guys, the door concept is down. Open, close. Now, ready for some magic time?"
open...
...close...
open....
...close...
"Okay guys, the door concept is down. Open, close. Now, ready for some magic time?"
We went on a few rides and ate a late dinner at the the closest dining halldinning hall. My sons are so brave. While I wait for our food they courageously fight off the large plant that was placed in front of the stairs to prevent people from going up to the upper level dining area that was closed for the evening.
Once they heroically casted of the make shift green leafed terror they tackled the flight of stairs that led to the upper seating area. While there, they diligently patrolled the stairs...
up...
....down...
up...
down...
Their actions prevented other guests from entering the forbidden areas. Well that’s what I told the manager who told me to get my kids, anyhow...
Once they heroically casted of the make shift green leafed terror they tackled the flight of stairs that led to the upper seating area. While there, they diligently patrolled the stairs...
up...
....down...
up...
down...
Their actions prevented other guests from entering the forbidden areas. Well that’s what I told the manager who told me to get my kids, anyhow...
We make it back to our room where our luggage is there waiting for us. Dropped off by the service, whew, I'm beat and I know the boys will crash. It’s 11PM they must be tired.
Guys, its 12 AM, you must be tired.
Okay it’s 1 AM time for bed, You are tired!
Well, at least they will sleep in. We will all sleep in. We had such a long day.
“Daddy, iPad, please.”
“Huh, Nico, what. What time is it?”
Ugh, it’s 7:53 AM.
Well, I suppose we will all get up and enjoy some breakfast and then the Disney Animal Park.
After taking care of all the early morning needs we are off to the over priced Disney dinning hall. But man is it beautiful. Disney knows how to make an impression.
The look of the land makes one feel like your on the Louisiana Bayou. It's a swamp land paradise. A river runs next to the restaurant while the power of the water turns the large 4 story wheel that churns the water. Willy Wonka would be proud. Docks line the sides where one could play a frolic in the outside banks of the mighty Mississippi.
The dining hall is made out of ceder. The naked beams give you the feeling and warmth of a large cabin but with lots of people jocking for food position. Ahhh, just like home. We are ready to eat! And the boys are ready to enjoy their breakfast.
“No guys, Cheetos is not breakfast.”
“No, Doritos”
“Put down the lollipops, it’s breakfast for God sakes.”
Well, after I enjoyed my breakfast, we headed to Disney's Animal Kingdom. This should be fun. They are going to love it.
After the long walk to the entrance we made another long walk to Dinosaur Land. I mean this should be great, after all Jurassic Park the movie was awesome, so will this!
We enter the Dinosaur area and the only thing there that was fossilized was the old parking lot where Disney placed this amusement stuff on, in obvious haste to add more kid things to do.
The old parking spaces are still there from yesteryear. The old black top driving surface with it’s yellow lines were still fossilized in time. The white turn arrows for traffic direction were sill in their same exact spaces. Wow, Disney pulled out all the stops!
The old parking spaces are still there from yesteryear. The old black top driving surface with it’s yellow lines were still fossilized in time. The white turn arrows for traffic direction were sill in their same exact spaces. Wow, Disney pulled out all the stops!
After hours of walking around and not witnessing anyone jump in the animal pits, and being bored, we drove back to the hotel for some rest and relaxation before we were to go to the Magic Kingdom later in the evening. I do not suggest Animal Kingdom for a 3 and 4 year old. Just nothing really to do.
Time to Rest...
Time to Rest...
3:30 PM Take a nap guys.
4:15 PM You boys look so sleepy go to bed and take a nap.
5:30 PM "Huh, What, I must of dosed off. You guys are still up? Okay Disney time.
We traveled in style to the happiest place on earth, the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World on the monorail, the boys new obsession.
The hordes of people were overwhelming. The crowds were thick. The people were bunched up and crammed together four wide like the last turn at Daytona Speedway, racing for the checkered flag. The people trying to leave the park, while we tried to enter the park, approached us like the living dead who were ready to take you out. If you weren’t fast enough the masses would swallow you up and you'd never be heard from again. It was a battle of the wills, a cage match of warm bodies and bad attitudes. And that was just the Disney Characters.
After riding out the tons of people and dealing with the happy parents from all over the world we were able to enjoy our favorite rides until it was time to call it a night. The boys were beat. It was close to midnight and we had been on the go non-stop since early in the morning they surely sleep now. I mean they were going to sleep as soon as possible. Well, I'm hoping they were tired.
"Guys, are you tired? Boys? Yes open the doors, let the people out. Yes they are automatic... Yes, it looks like fun... aren't you tired?"
Life moves as fast. As fast as those boys The trick is finding the happy medium and just keeping it steady as she goes.
After riding out the tons of people and dealing with the happy parents from all over the world we were able to enjoy our favorite rides until it was time to call it a night. The boys were beat. It was close to midnight and we had been on the go non-stop since early in the morning they surely sleep now. I mean they were going to sleep as soon as possible. Well, I'm hoping they were tired.
"Guys, are you tired? Boys? Yes open the doors, let the people out. Yes they are automatic... Yes, it looks like fun... aren't you tired?"
Life moves as fast. As fast as those boys The trick is finding the happy medium and just keeping it steady as she goes.
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The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto/Born Again by Christopher P. Fusaro is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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