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The Alarm Went Off
Feb. 9th, 2010 07:21 amI've been out of bed now for about 2 hours (after not having gotten a wink of sleep last night...) and I'm very excited to go to DisneyWorld! Our cab's coming in about 1.5 hours to take us to Newark Airport. We should be there by 9:15/9:30 AM and our flight's at 11:15 AM. We get into Disney to the Polynesian at about 3:30 this afternoon. The weather's supposed to be OK for the week into the weekend, I suppose. It might rain this afternoon, but by the time we get to the hotel, into our rooms, settled and shortly a drink in hand, we'll be ready for dinner at Chef Mickey. I sound like a kid, don't I?
The only reservation I harbor about Chef Mickey is that the last time we were there at the Contemporary, our room was directly across the lobby from the restaurant's speakers. We were woken up every day at 7:10, 7:40, 8:10, 8:40, 9:10, and 9:40 AM till we finally fell out of bed pissed at the lack of sleep. At those times of every morning, we heard - blaring into our quiet, peaceful room: "M-I-C-K-E-YYYYYY!!!! M-O-U-S-E! MICKEY MOUSE... MICKEY MOUSE!!!" and on and on for about 5-10 minutes while the characters came out of restaurant hovels to entertain the kids. For 4-5 weeks after we returned home, I kept waking up at 7:10, 7:40, 8:10, 8:40, 9:10, and 9:40 AM thinking any second we'd hear M-I-C-K-E-YYYYYY!!!! M-O-U-S-E! MICKEY MOUSE... MICKEY MOUSE!!! It was maniacal.
We have our computer with us so we can check emails, schedule appointments for next week after we get back, check on our eBay store, and search for jobs in the evening - after the fireworks.
The alarm just went off signaling 7:00 AM!! I walked in the bedroom to turn the alarm off and Matt was sitting bolt upright in the bed blinking his eyes. "What's happening?" He never does that.
"OH, it's 7:00 AM... do you wanna turn over and sleep for another 15 minutes?" I offered.
"Yes, please."
I reset the alarm for it to go off in another 20 minutes (he gets an extra 5 minutes for being adorable). But then, he's gotta be UP! We gotta GO!! I can't wait to sleep on the plane for 3 hours.
The only reservation I harbor about Chef Mickey is that the last time we were there at the Contemporary, our room was directly across the lobby from the restaurant's speakers. We were woken up every day at 7:10, 7:40, 8:10, 8:40, 9:10, and 9:40 AM till we finally fell out of bed pissed at the lack of sleep. At those times of every morning, we heard - blaring into our quiet, peaceful room: "M-I-C-K-E-YYYYYY!!!! M-O-U-S-E! MICKEY MOUSE... MICKEY MOUSE!!!" and on and on for about 5-10 minutes while the characters came out of restaurant hovels to entertain the kids. For 4-5 weeks after we returned home, I kept waking up at 7:10, 7:40, 8:10, 8:40, 9:10, and 9:40 AM thinking any second we'd hear M-I-C-K-E-YYYYYY!!!! M-O-U-S-E! MICKEY MOUSE... MICKEY MOUSE!!! It was maniacal.
We have our computer with us so we can check emails, schedule appointments for next week after we get back, check on our eBay store, and search for jobs in the evening - after the fireworks.
The alarm just went off signaling 7:00 AM!! I walked in the bedroom to turn the alarm off and Matt was sitting bolt upright in the bed blinking his eyes. "What's happening?" He never does that.
"OH, it's 7:00 AM... do you wanna turn over and sleep for another 15 minutes?" I offered.
"Yes, please."
I reset the alarm for it to go off in another 20 minutes (he gets an extra 5 minutes for being adorable). But then, he's gotta be UP! We gotta GO!! I can't wait to sleep on the plane for 3 hours.
