Steve Russo <
sru...@nycap.rr.com> wrote:
> January 29 – February 3, 2012
> Participants
> • Steve –Your humble narrator.
> • Barb – My bride of 39 years.
>
> Beach Club Villas– Studio
>
> Day One - Sunday, January 29, 2012 – Molested by a TSA agent, Pizza and Oklahoma
>
> We set the alarms for 3:00am so, naturally, I was up at dark-thirty
> (1:44am). Barb didn’t follow until 2:30 or so - still way too stupid early.
>
> I had loaded our luggage into the car last night so we headed out at
> 5:00. As I was driving up I-90 toward the airport, a car careened out of
> an entrance ramp in front of me. I don’t often use the word “careened”
> but it fit here. When someone’s out at 5:00am on a Sunday morning, I
> wonder if they’re heading out early or coming home late. I fear this guy
> was coming home late. I gave him a wide berth which was a good move. I
> watched him repeatedly pull onto exit ramps then swerve back to the
> highway as he realized a mistake. Scary.
>
He was probably just from out of town. Alabama, I'd suspect.
>
> We joined a short line and checked our two bags then headed up through
> Security. Surprisingly, there was almost no line there. Since our last
> trip, Albany International Airport has installed those full-body
> scanners. I stood with my arms raised, was scanned and then notified that
> the image had shown something right around my right ribcage. It was
> explained that it could be caused by something as simple as a wrinkle in
> my shirt. Nevertheless, I received a very nice pat down, front and back,
> and refrained from saying aloud one of the several stupid jokes that were
> dancing around my head (“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first?”, “This is
> the most action I’ve had in months”, etc.)
>
Your have more self control than I.
> Through Security, we re-dressed and hit McDonald’s for a coffee, juice
> and a Sausage McMuffin. I know those things are awful for me but they sure do taste great.
>
Hey, you're on vacation...calories don't count!
> We made it to our gate at 6:20 and boarded around 6:50. As I mentioned,
> these flights were free and I paid the additional $10 for Southwest’s
> Early Bird Check-In. As a result, we had boarding passes with A23 (me)
> and A24 (Barb). That’s important for later.
>
> Southwest in Albany also offers something fairly unique: a jet way with a
> fork in it that allows passengers to veer left and board from the front
> or head to the right and board from the rear. The vast majority of folks
> want to sit up front so that’s where most people head. Even when you’re
> only 5th or 6th in line, as we were, it still slows you down because the
> first few people choose a seat in the first few rows then block the aisle
> attempting to lift those refrigerator boxes they call “carry ons” into
> the overhead compartment. Barb ducked to the right side and scooted up
> the aisle snagging us “our seats” – the exit row that contains only two seats.
>
Very smart! I think you should keep her!
>
> We entered Epcot and made the Rose and Crown our first stop. It’s not
> exactly tradition but Barb and I have made this the start of several of
> our “solo” trips. We take stupid pictures of ourselves sipping a beer to
> start our vacation. Barb quickly grabbed a small table and I went to the
> bar and ordered a Stella Artois for Barb, a Black and Tan for me and an
> order of Fish and Chips for us to share. They were $8, $8 and $8.19
> respectively (and you know you’re at Disney World when you pay $16 for
> two beers and it doesn’t ruin your day – I had to get that in here). I
> had a bit of a wait while the bartender searched for a manager to use the
> TiW card. He mildly admonished me for not telling him up front that I was
> using the card. Sheesh – every time I mention it in a restaurant they
> always tell me to hold it until after the meal. They’re starting to sound
> like Disney (or airport security) with constant policy changes.
>
Carousel of Policy.
>
> It was mid-70s and sunny so we changed into shorts, grabbed two of our
> canvas Disney bags and headed to the Hess station by the Boardwalk. You
> can guess where this is going. By now, everyone knows of my need for
> balcony time with an adult beverage. I picked up a 12-pack of Yuengling
> (let the Bud Light jokes fly),
Even if you had bought Bud Light, would you have admitted it?
> a bottle of wine (for Barb), some coffee creamer and a local Sunday
> newspaper. All that came to $21. This may be the first time I’ve ever
> purchased wine from a gas station and, while I’m sure it will be nothing
> special, it did at least have a cork (and hopefully it’s drinkable).
>
That reminds me of James Gregory, the comedian, who used to joke about
getting homemade biscuits at the Amoco. Of course now, with gas stations
having attached restaurants, that's not such a joke any more.
> OK… forgot to mention this. When I originally booked this trip it was for
> November, beginning about a week after our 39th Wedding Anniversary. When
> I booked it, the cast member asked if we were celebrating anything and I
> mentioned our anniversary. I cancelled that reservation and, weeks later,
> booked this one for January never mentioning the anniversary. Our welcome
> package at check-in, however, contained two Happy Anniversary buttons.
> Why? I’m not sure. Did the note somehow follow our points into the
> Holding Account? Anyway, we said, “What the hell” and decided to wear them tonight.
>
> At several points during our meal we’d hear a waiter begin singing loudly
> “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH”. Heads would turn and he’d be joined by several
> servers that would then launch into an Italian version of Happy Birthday
> or Happy Anniversary. Which reminds me of a dinner Barb and I had many
> years ago in New York City. We were dining at Mama Leone’s and they had a
> stereotypical female opera singer roaming the dining room, singing
> Italian opera. I know as much about Italian opera as I do about
> neurosurgery but she sounded good and I figured it was classy. Anyway,
> she winds up at our table, inhales deeply and lets out a loud
> “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH”. I expect this to be followed by something
> resembling Italian opera but instead get:
> “…klahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain…”
>
So what a you saying? Oklahoma wasn't an opera???
>
> I’m easily distracted. Where was I? Oh, yeah – Via Napoli. After we
> finished our dinner, I heard that familiar “OOOOOOOOOOHHHH” and see Gaia
> and a troop of servers coming bearing a dessert for us with two candles.
> They sang something Italian, we thanked them and Barb blew out the
> candles. It was totally unnecessary but appreciated. We each took a few
> bites of the dessert (a cookie and cream dessert with chocolate and
> raspberry sauce) but, to be honest, we were more than full from the pizza.
>
Well that was a nice surprise! Go Disney for keeping that info in your
folio!
>
> Outside, we found a bench and took in a fountain show and some shopping
> at MouseGear. One of the observations I’ll make is that there’s not much
> for men anywhere. It seems the clothing selections for women and children
> are vast but guys get to choose from 3 t-shirts, 2 sweatshirts and a jacket.
>
Yep, that's always been a complaint of mine.
>
> We turned in at 9:00, dead tired. We learned we have a couple of noisy
> neighbors that, near as I could tell, were tossing their children against
> the adjoining wall. I didn’t hear any screams but it sure sounded like the thud of bodies.
>
Thar last minute room you got must have been meant for Sue. :)
>
> Things I Think I Think: I know I said I’d try not to mention this but… I
> think Gunnar enters my thoughts randomly whenever I’m not focused on
> something else. It’s happening in queues, just walking around, waiting
> outside the ladies room for Barb. Hopefully it will get easier.
>
It do hope it gets easier, too.
> I think we purchased an $8 bottle of wine from a gas station – I’ll bet
> it’s reeeeeeal goooood.
Well, by Florida prices, it may not be too bad, but here in Bama, i wouldnt
open an $8 bottle anywhere near open flames.
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- Rodney