At this point the Roots had to leave the Magic Kingdom to let poor little doggie Huck out to visit a tree. We soldiered on alone, perpetuating their legacy by riding Space Mountain and skipping the Peoplemover because, for the first time in history, it had a massive line!
By then we realized we’d better get a move on if we were to grab a swim in Stormalong Bay before we met back up with the Roots for Osbourne Lights and dinner at Yachtsman Steakhouse. So we raced back to the Beach Club (if by “raced” you mean “lost our car in the parking lot and later took a wrong turn that put us out on I-4”).
Along the way, we found this shocking example of Bad Show:
As you may recall from my wedding trip report, one day during our honeymoon Patrick convinced me we should try Typhoon Lagoon for the first time on a brisk 60-degree day. Hilarity ensued. 60 degrees became “Water Park Weather” to us and the standard by which all coldness is measured.
Well, on this day it was actually 2 degrees shy of Water Park Weather, but we were bound and determined to go down the big water slide at Stormalong Bay, which had been closed during our last visit. We shimmied into our swimsuits and sprinted down the path toward the pool, our chattering teeth clacking like castanets in the frigid air. When we reached the top of the staircase, the lifeguard manning the slide entrance rolled her eyes and declared, “You’re nuts” as she waved us toward our doom. We managed to do the slide three whole times before we turned into peoplesicles!
Then it was back to the room—more sprinting and teeth chattering and shimmying—to clean up and head out to Hollywood Studios. We reached the Yacht & Beach Club boat dock just as a boat was leaving, so we sat down to wait. And wait. And wait. I started to stress out that the park would close before we could get there, so, with no boats in sight, we took off running/run-walking/walking/dragging/crawling. Fifteen minutes later, just as we collapsed in a heap at the park entrance, a Friendship Boat from the Yacht & Beach Club pulled up at the dock with a jaunty toot of its horn. Gaaahhhh!
This is how Hollywood Studios looked earlier, when the Roots arrived:
And then Nate appears to have bonked his head…
I love this one—it’s like a postcard!
Keep an eye on this Cast Member…. he will figure into the plot later…
The more late you are to meet them, the more adorable pix Nate takes of Jensey!
…. And then we showed up and started stickin’ our faces in all the shots!
At this point, the shreddin’ Trans Siberian Orchestra head-banger came on, so we saluted accordingly…
By then we were totally carried away….
But why should WE have all the fun? We insisted that Nate & Jensey pose for a few shots of their own, secretly hoping that it would be one of our photos that made that year’s Christmas card.
So remember that cast member I pointed out earlier? Well he’d been kinda lurking around where we were shooting pictures, and all of a sudden he decided that we wanted him and his co-worker in a photo. So…
Oh, wait—I get it. I’ll bet he thought it would be a cute picture because the three of them were all wearing striped scarves. Well who has egg on her face NOW?!
We pretty much shut down America Street, or whatever it’s called, and then headed back out to keep our late late dinner reservation at Yachtsman Steakhouse.
On the way out, Jensey stopped in at Guest Services to surprise a pal of hers with whom she worked the mean streets of Fantasyland for 2 years. Not only did Erik graciously pose as Classic Old-Skool St. Nick to Jensey’s Rudolph, he also graciously whipped out a huge book of pins to trade with Patrick—awesome!
As we boarded the tram, I commanded, “Take us to the Yacht Club!” I guess the driver didn’t speak the King’s English, because instead he drove a few hundred yards and dumped us in the middle of a parking lot, of all places! Fortunately, Nathensey had a car there, so off we went to Yachtsman Steakhouse
WARNING: If you are a vegetarian, start scrolling!
We were excited to introduce Nate and Jensey to Yachtsman Steakhouse. It’s one of the most consistently good Signature Restaurants we’ve found at Walt Disney World, and we always enjoy ourselves there. Unfortunately, we were having such a good time that we forgot to ask them to shoot the food. Here’s our shot:
Even better, IllumiNations started while we were eating—and you can kinda see it from inside the restaurant!
I wonder if Yachtman sells fewer desserts than the other Signature Restaurants due to its proximity to Beaches & Cream. Because that night, as we do every time, we passed on the usual Disney dessert suspects (molten chocolate cake, crème brulee, Zzzzzzzz….) so we could waddle over to Beaches & Cream for sundaes.
We were all pretty stuffed from dinner, but Patrick was determined to finish the last bite of his ice cream…
As a special Christmas treat, Nate & Jensey were spending a couple nights at the Yacht Club for a mini Disney vacation. I was dying to see what the rooms looked like cuz it’s the only Deluxe hotel we haven’t stayed in. So while they checked in, we waited for them in the lobby like a couple of tuckered out little kids.
Then we all trudged down a looooooooooong, twisty-turney hall, found their room somewhere on the other side of Hollywood Studios, and then stood crammed out of sight behind Nate as he kindly shot a few pictures for me.
Oblivious to Nathensey’s politely stifled yawns and discreet glances at their wristwatches, I prodded Patrick to take a few more shots of the room for PassPorter.
I’m so glad they let us peek in their room because now I know I would *never* want to stay there!
Eventually we noticed Nathan propped up in a corner with his hat over his eyes and realized Jensey was actually sleeping with her eyes open as she smiled and nodded at everything we said, so we bid them goodnight and photographed our way back to the Beach Club.
We paused to document the holiday splendor of the Beach Club’s lobby.
Last shot of the night—the nook where we met with our officiant the night before our wedding, otherwise known as the place where exuberant families in DVC ads while away perfectly good theme park hours playing board games!