I took the long way to Celebration just in case there was construction on Osceola Parkway, and I found the place all by myself!
We got Huck a souvenir on our anniversary trip, but it took Patrick a while to get around to “embroidering” Huck’s name on it with white paint. I was so excited to finally give it to him that even MY butt was wiggling when he put it on.
Before we left for breakfast, I got to drool over some sneak previews of recent Root weddings (wiggly butt, drooling – I think whatever Huck had was catching!). And I got to see a bit of the amazing new website they had in the works, which was designed by adorable Disney-wedding-havers Justin & Lu!
Then we walked over to Market Street Cafe, site of two happy honeymoon breakfasts for me and Patrick and the place where you can have eggs benedict with a coconut cream pie chaser, just cuz you’re on vacation.
We were seated in a nice window booth, and I called Jensey first, so I got to sit next to her—whohoo!
That’s right – there was a grody hair in Nathan’s sammich. Everybody say it with me: eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww! We told the waitress and she was not really as shocked as I’d expected, but we mostly just wanted them to know, not make a big fuss.
However, a big fuss is what they got when she informed me they didn’t have any coconut cream pie. Boooooo!
But then, a few minutes later, she reappeared and….
Unfortunately, the pie also came with a different kind of surprise—another wiry black hair! At that point it was less about getting the cook a hairnet and more about getting him some Rogaine…
The manager came over and apologized, and I think they comped us the pie and the sandwich, which was nice. But sheesh!
When we arrived, their postman was not there.
I decided to buy a stamp so I could send my pal Spanky a postcard from Disney World on her birthday, then dropped it into my wallet and forgot all about it until a week later (sorry Spanky!!!). Nathan & Jensey tried to buy something too but they totally broke the computer and then the line backed up behind us and Nathan was laughing nervously and telling anyone who glowered in our direction, “Just something with their computer … totally not our fault…” I’m not really sure, but I think this “Drobo” thing had something to do with it.
Finally, the lady helping us called for someone to open another register, and who should it be but the Roots’ snoopy postman – hooray! As they had suspected, he did indeed remember my Christmas package (prolly cuz he never did figure out what was inside). And you can be dang sure he’s gonna remember me (“So… how’s your friend who bought a stamp to mail her friend a birthday card and then totally blew it?”)
Eventually, we were no longer in the post office.
We decided to split up and caravan to Downtown Disney so we could try out the new Flights of Wonder balloon ride.
The switch for the video function on my camera is irritatingly located between the “shoot” and “review” modes, so I am constantly accidentally taking random, boring mini movies instead of pictures. If you would like to see what seven seconds of driving through Celebration in a Ford Focus looks like (and you are not prone to motion sickness) here it is:
On the way back to Walt Disney World, the Roots led me past the REAL offices of Disney’s Fairy Tale Weddings. This was very exciting for me, and snapping pix with one hand as I drove felt like the pinnacle of my stalking activities for the trip. I dunno why I’m so interested – I guess cuz it’s like seeing backstage. I imagine all the wedding planners toiling away in their third-floor cubes, hollering into their phones things like “I said ORGANZA you nitwit – the bride must have organza!!!” and “What do you mean you don’t want a DJ? Who’s going to lead the Chicken Dance?!”
At last, our journey took us back to those hallowed gates…