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We walked out of Indy, disillusioned on my part, but hungry. The buffet had worn off. It was time for munchies crunchies. We had an ADR at Mama Melrose’s for about 2 hours from this point. That wouldn’t work. But Sci-Fi was right around the corner (so to speak). We headed around to the Sci-Fi and walked up. I asked, “Would it be possible to get a lunch?” “Sure,” says the hostess, “I will be a few minutes.” So I’m thinking 10-15 minutes. There was line of folks there. They were seated all around the entryway. So we stood there for couple of minutes (literally 2-3 minutes) and we got called. Before all of those other folks sitting there. I think the big difference between us and them, we were car-booth snobs. We just wanted some lunch and any sit down space was good. So we got a chair before lots of other people. Sorry. But I have to do a victory dance now. It was short lived, though. #2S went into fit mode. My food was mediocre (ribs again – what can I say, I’m a carnivore). Desert wa...

Well it is Tuesday of our vacation, so that means that it is Disney Studios Day. We all get up and around early enough to get to the Studios at rope drop. There was a great family from Great Britain (by their accent) standing with us. They were getting ready to head over to Indy. At rope drop. I don’t normally intrude upon folks’ conversations, but I really felt I should help them out. And when the rope dropped, they stuck with us. Like I knew what I was doing. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that our plans for two days in a row had been trashed. But they stuck with us. We got to the street over in front of the ABC Theater and heard the revving of car engine and loud music. It was then that Lightening McQueen came right down the boulevard right in front of us. Very cool. But we didn’t stop for pictures. We had a tour through the stars waiting for us. We got over to Star Tours and there was no one waiting. So we raced through the line. Weird thing, th...

That evening was our Spectro/Fireworks night. I wanted the boys to get rested up for it. We got them to lay down for a while. I was all about finding a way onto the internet. But no such luck. It wouldn’t let me on. And I was late on posting the next chapter. I need to keep the audience engaged. And Lisa told me to do a post per day. Deadlines. After resting up, we got ready to head to the Kingdom again. We got on the boat to the MK. But it was later in the day. So we took the LOOOOONG way around. It was the late enough that they were in the park emptying pattern. That means we had to go to Ft. Wilderness and then to MK. I was cranky. The Contemporary boat was leaving at the same time, and it would have us at the dock in no time. We could have been in the park that much sooner. Oh, well. We did have one blessed moment on the boat journey to MK, though. Once we, finally, got to the Magic Kingdom, we headed for Hall of Presidents. I am a history buff. So th...

The next day was Animal Kingdom day. So we got up to get ready to head out. In the process of getting ready, I discover the first horrible mistake of the day. Today is Extra Magic Hour Entry at AK. Why is that a mistake you ask? Because I planned it that way and then forgot it. So the plan was for getting to AK for EMH and rocking along. We didn’t get to AK until about 8:30 (30 minutes late in the plan). I was headed to Everest for a FastPass. The line was only 10 minutes, but Lisa and boys were on Kilimanjaro and I wanted pics of the animals. That’s why we went early. To find the critters. And shoot them. With a camera. So I grab my FastPass and head back toward the safari. I stopped to takes some pics and checked my phone. Hmmmm. Missed call. Who could it be? Why, it’s my lovely wife. “Hi, it’s a 30 minute line. We’ll wait for you.” I call back, “No, go ahead and go.” I waited for them at the end. And waited. And traded a pin. And waited. And watched fo...

Magic Kingdom is a very cool place. But I don’t have to tell the DISer’s that. I do have to tell the folks on my blog that, though. Hi blogsters! But we head out of Casey’s after eating a pretty durn good dog. And a half for me. And we have a new plan. Off to Neverland. Literally. We headed to Peter Pan. And horror of horrors, there is a line. A 20 minute line. What is the meaning of this? We walk on Pirates and don’t even have to wait for the Tiki Tiki Tiki room. Now a 20 minute wait. And the boys encounter their first hurry up and stand still location. When we get on board we split up. I get #1 and Lisa get #2. And that is the way it went most of the trip. #2 needed Momma’s reassuring presence. #1 was old hat at this. By the way. #1 and #2 is not a favorites designation. If it were, then the numbers would be a lot different. And change more often. #1 is the oldest and #2 is the younger. #2 LOVED Peter Pan. He has watched it a couple of times. But he loves Return to Neverland. He will...