Monday, November 26, 2012
And now the end is near.....
Tuesday 28th Aug
The head games of holidays ending really do kick in when you get to to half way round the final lap and the winning line is in sight. You keep saying, we've got all day tomorrow, but we can't stay up late then, as we're travelling the next day, so really today is the last day we can really go for it. That's cock, it's not your last day, tomorrow is, stop the wining and get on with enjoying yourself, Thursday will take care of itself!! Except of course, two minutes later you're back to square now......
We're on the home stretch proper now and having had a lie in, we head off the the drizzling rain to Magic Kingdom, for what will no doubt be our last visit for a long while, so we need to get those rides done that have eluded us so far. And so with Bat Capes in place we march on through the rain and head off for the middle of Disney, but there is a problem. Despite the rain, the place is packed solid and there's no chance of getting anywhere near anything we want to go on. Balls! So we cut our losses, grab a quick bite to eat and then catch the monorail round to Epcot and pay our first visit in 25 years to the giant golf ball that dominates the Park's skyline....
The ride contained inside is okayish I suppose - a sort of trip through communications from Cavemen to today, it's not a thrill ride, but does pass twenty minutes out of the rain.
We move on a do a couple of other rides but everyone is knackered so the best choice is go shopping in the massive Disney store before going home and getting sorted for tonight.
And it's here that one of the abiding memories of the holiday happens. As we wander around we wonder where Conor has gone, but he's found standing in a queue buying, no doubt, his 100th keyring of the holiday. However, when he leaves the queue, he comes up to me and gives me a bag. "this is for you" he announces. WTF? I open it up, and pull out a Tigger that he's got me for no other reason than because....I quite literally have to turn round and walk out of the store before I start crying.
Where this sudden altruistic streak has come from we'll never know, probably the same place as his sudden preference for broccoli over chips, but it was more than welcome, and means I'll have to be nice to the little bugger for life now - with maybe the odd accidental dig in the ribs being acceptable. All I did was buy him him a bloody pillow for God's sake!
After such an emotional day the only thing suitable to eat is meat. An as it's our last (STOP IT!) night there's only one place to go - Outback. Massive steaks and copious amounts of alcohol are all that can beat the holiday blues, so both are consumed in large quantities.
In the cab on the way back the cabbie comments that we really like that restaurant, before turning to me and saying "Is it because you like James?" Much hilarity ensues....
We spend a very pleasant afters drinking wine and playing the Logos quiz on the iPad, listening to Train and drinking more wine, belying the fact we were all tired earlier, and not managing to get the younger travelers off to bed till 12.30! Shows what not last night last night adrenaline can do to the body.
And so it's to bed feeling very chilled and mellow, and looking forward to actual last day tomorrow, although there's always that nagging feeling......
The head games of holidays ending really do kick in when you get to to half way round the final lap and the winning line is in sight. You keep saying, we've got all day tomorrow, but we can't stay up late then, as we're travelling the next day, so really today is the last day we can really go for it. That's cock, it's not your last day, tomorrow is, stop the wining and get on with enjoying yourself, Thursday will take care of itself!! Except of course, two minutes later you're back to square now......
We're on the home stretch proper now and having had a lie in, we head off the the drizzling rain to Magic Kingdom, for what will no doubt be our last visit for a long while, so we need to get those rides done that have eluded us so far. And so with Bat Capes in place we march on through the rain and head off for the middle of Disney, but there is a problem. Despite the rain, the place is packed solid and there's no chance of getting anywhere near anything we want to go on. Balls! So we cut our losses, grab a quick bite to eat and then catch the monorail round to Epcot and pay our first visit in 25 years to the giant golf ball that dominates the Park's skyline....
The ride contained inside is okayish I suppose - a sort of trip through communications from Cavemen to today, it's not a thrill ride, but does pass twenty minutes out of the rain.
We move on a do a couple of other rides but everyone is knackered so the best choice is go shopping in the massive Disney store before going home and getting sorted for tonight.
And it's here that one of the abiding memories of the holiday happens. As we wander around we wonder where Conor has gone, but he's found standing in a queue buying, no doubt, his 100th keyring of the holiday. However, when he leaves the queue, he comes up to me and gives me a bag. "this is for you" he announces. WTF? I open it up, and pull out a Tigger that he's got me for no other reason than because....I quite literally have to turn round and walk out of the store before I start crying.
Where this sudden altruistic streak has come from we'll never know, probably the same place as his sudden preference for broccoli over chips, but it was more than welcome, and means I'll have to be nice to the little bugger for life now - with maybe the odd accidental dig in the ribs being acceptable. All I did was buy him him a bloody pillow for God's sake!
After such an emotional day the only thing suitable to eat is meat. An as it's our last (STOP IT!) night there's only one place to go - Outback. Massive steaks and copious amounts of alcohol are all that can beat the holiday blues, so both are consumed in large quantities.
In the cab on the way back the cabbie comments that we really like that restaurant, before turning to me and saying "Is it because you like James?" Much hilarity ensues....
We spend a very pleasant afters drinking wine and playing the Logos quiz on the iPad, listening to Train and drinking more wine, belying the fact we were all tired earlier, and not managing to get the younger travelers off to bed till 12.30! Shows what not last night last night adrenaline can do to the body.
And so it's to bed feeling very chilled and mellow, and looking forward to actual last day tomorrow, although there's always that nagging feeling......
# posted by Bucko! @ 12:49 PM 
