I hate disembarking from planes. I always feel like I am some sort of freak who can't handle the 6 inch plane aisle and always feel like I'm hitting people in the head with my assorted bags. Personally I prefer to let the majority of people escape before I waltz out with my seemingly elephantine presence. Is it so much to ask that they widen the lane a bit more so that I don't club the people around me? However, I do suppose that after being squeezed next to an individual who decides that deodorant would be an extravagance and spends the trip drooling all over me, this is certainly a passive-aggressive way to get the revenge that I so deeply desire.
Well, after knocking several innocent people about the head, we were in Phoenix' Sky Harbor airport. I love the name "Sky Harbor." It seems like something out of TaleSpin or some sort of futuristic society. The airport sort of delivers on that futuristic promise, what with the moving sidewalks. That is an idea that I can get behind. Just stand there and let the sidewalk do the moving for you. I hate when people shove past and actually force themselves to walk on these things. Ungrateful jerks. Here the wise folks in Phoenix offer a luxury and they insist on effectively spitting in the faces of the wise and benevolent airport founding fathers. It disgusts me.
Well, we found our way to the new terminal and got two seats right next to each other for our hour-long wait. I opened up the Men's Journal that I had purchased earlier and proceeded to read it cover to cover, including a really disturbing article on the slaughter of whales in Japan. Lauren proceeded to fall asleep on my shoulder for the duration.
We were in one of the earliest boarding group, so we got two seats together again and again, it was a completely full flight, which does not allow for the most comfortable trip. We got honey roasted peanuts, however, in addition to the SouthWest snack pack, which I was upset to learn, had discontinued the wedge of Laughing Cow cheese from its contents. I love Laughing Cow cheese. In fact, I was thoroughly looking forward to it, especially since I would have gotten Lauren's as well. This now made the only thing that I would eat in the whole box the bag of 100 calorie Chips Ahoy. Cookies are supposed to have calories. They should not be a health food.
To be fair, that was the only slight problem on the whole flight and we arrived in Orlando unscathed and no worse for the wear. Trying to find the location for the Disney's Magical Express was no small feat. Disney's Magical Express is a way to ensure that you spend all of your time and money within the resort by eliminating the need for a rental car or car service. Whatever. It was a free ride to the resort and a chance to endure some corporate brainwashing. The best part of the video was when Captain Hook and Mr. Smee ended up booking a cabin together on the Disney Cruise Line. It may have been the sleep deprevation, but this was hilarious to me.
After what seemed like a very quick bus trip, we were pulling into the driveway at the BoardWalk Villas. There are few things that are more happy to me than pulling up to the front entrance of the place where I am going to be living for the next week, while visiting the wonder that it Walt Disney World.
We grabbed our bags, checked in and found our way to the room...or more appropriately, villa. It was a little bit of a hike from the main elevator, but, as such, it was nice and quiet. We had a great view of the Luna Park pool, which was, unfortunately, closed for the duration of our stay. We may not have been able to swim, but we were graced with its creepy presence any time we looked out the window.
Lauren was absolutely amazed at the villa, and proceeded to spend at least the next 30 minutes taking pictures of everything and anything she could find. This included the creepy towel creature that had been left for us.
It was right around this point that we realized that the last things that we had eaten were those subpar snack boxes on the plane and decided to head down to the Boardwalk and grab a bite to eat.
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