“But I may NEVER get to ride Splash Mountain again!” I cried through teary eyes at my kitchen table one evening in late July 2020. With that, I decided to book a trip back to my happy place. I should also mention that I had no one to go with me, and I booked the trip with 6 days notice -- ya know, right after Walt Disney World reopened after the Covid closure. And guess what? That last-minute, mask-wearing, solo trip turned out to be one of my best trips ever!
I guess I should backtrack just a bit. First, the Disney love runs DEEP in me. I was the 11-year-old crying on the back of the ferryboat after leaving Magic Kingdom on the last day of our first trip back in 1994 because I was so incredibly sad that I probably would never return again (it’s been 35 trips since then).
Next, I’m nothing if not sentimental and nostalgic (see above). So, when I heard that Splash Mountain and Spaceship Earth would undergo drastic changes, I was devastated that I might not...
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My folks were artificial tree people, my Dad worked insanely long hours, working two jobs- so an outing to search for the perfect "real" tree just wasn't in the cards for us. We had LOADS of other really sweet holiday traditions that I remember fondly, but having a real, live, National Lampoon's Christmas tree was never one of them. (Which if we are using Chevy Chase as our measure of success, that's probably a blessing.)
When my husband and I were first married and living in our first, painfully small apartment we decided our first Christmas should be celebrated by buying a live tree. The trip to pick out the tree was fun, the smell of this new, live tree was magnificent and we felt decidedly VERY Hallmark Channel Christmas. However, when EVERY.SINGLE.NEEDLE systematically fell from that tree, hid in carpet fibers, and created an EPIC post-holiday disaster, we decided our real tree days were done. From then on, we would invest in the fullest, biggest, pre-lit and most fake tree...
‘Twas the night before Disney and all through the house,
No one was asleep, too excited for the Mouse!
Our bags were long packed, placed in the car with care,
Trimmed with magical luggage tags, so they too would get there.
The kids tossed with excitement and glee in their beds
While visions of Mickey bars swirled in their heads.
And with me perusing my list and he checking his,
We found how impossible getting rest is.
When all of a sudden the panic struck me.
I jumped up, hit the light, as I needed to see!
I pulled out my trusty planner, checking it twice.
This feeling of dread, it was really not nice!
Touring plans were made, reservations secured
Our days planned to a “T” so we’d never be bored.
The flights were confirmed, the boarding passes in hand
Along with a map of New Fantasyland.
What could I have missed, I have covered it all?
I’d spent 12 months planning so we’d all have a ball.
Some coins for pressed...