All too soon, Stitch woke me up at 4:30…time to get ready for dinner! I got myself cleaned up and rolled with The Stick for a bit (LOVE THAT THING) before slowly making my way over to the Yacht Club. I took a couple of so-so pictures along the way.
We all piled into Craig’s car and made the quick journey to the Polynesian, driving under the MK entrance gates at about 6PM.
I still wasn’t feeling picture taking, as evidenced by the fact that I don’t have any pictures from inside the Polynesian and have only one from dinner. For shame.
Upon entering the Polynesian and Mom and Craig were immediately impressed. Craig said we should stay here when we come back for the 2013 Goofy Challenge. (Wait…the Goofy Wha-??
).
We checked in for our 6:25 ADR at ‘Ohana and noticed tons of Steelers fans in the Tambu Tambu lounge watching the Bronchos-Steelers game. This is another reason I don’t have many pictures from dinner. I love my mom and brother, but they would not shut up about that freaking game. For whatever reason my mom is somewhat obsessed with Tim Tebow (don’t ask) so she kept sneaking over to the lounge to check the score, and Craig kept updating it on my phone. The dinner conversation revolved around this stupid game, not around the trip or what park to go to that night or the marathon we just ran, and I was praying the Bronchos would just lose already so I wouldn’t have to hear about football or Tebow anymore (nothing against Tebow, I was just really sick of hearing about him – and the Broncos won in overtime).
I was so, so mad. I will admit that part of it was overreaction on my part because I was still tired and hungry, wished Will was there too, and really did not care about that game whatsoever, but part of it was also me feeling like they did not appreciate the fact that I woke up on a Sunday at 6AM 6 months ago to get this reservation (which they knew) and that I was paying for dinner as a late Christmas present to both of them. At least the food was great. :slurp:
I think (and Will agrees) that I just need to accept the fact that our vacation styles are different. When Will and I go to Disney, each Table Service meal is not just a dinner for us, it’s an event itself. Having good meals is something we look forward to as much as our next ride on Tower of Terror, and that’s saying something. The mom and bro just don’t feel the same, which is not a bad thing at all…it’s just something I really need to keep in mind for next time.
Peeking out the window behind us, we could see the castle, as evidenced by this crappy photo:
It took awhile to get our check, and by the time we were leaving Wishes had started. At this point mom decided she wanted to head back to the room, while Craig and I hopped on the monorail to head to the Magic Kingdom. When we sat down I quietly exploded at him about dinner and how much I'd done to plan the trip (booked the room with the discount for them, picked up Craig’s bib, dinner reservations, etc.) and that I didn’t feel like they appreciated or cared that I’d put thought into where we ate, where we stayed, etc. He just kind of looked at me in amazement and said “We do appreciate everything you did. We know this trip couldn’t have happened without you.” Good job, kid. That’s what I needed to hear. I’d had a similar feeling during and after the Princess Half trip in 2011, though I don’t think I mentioned it in the trip report, so I guess I should have expected that this could happen again. I think it seemed like a bigger deal this time because of the emotional rollercoaster I felt like I’d been on all weekend.
Oh, well…not everyone loves Disney the way I do, I guess.
