Oh Mickey you’re so fine….
So there we were. Fresh from the V-lounge at Gatwick where we drank complementary Innocent smoothies and nibbled free pastries. Child-free for an entire week. Sipping champagne. Nestled in our comfy seats with the pull-out footrest and the flip-out video screen. Our seats on the top deck of the Virgin Atlantic plane. In premium economy (oh yes, dahling, Disney upgraded us). Well, dear reader, we completely lost the plot. There was giggling. And quite a lot of ‘oh my God’, some snorty laughter, but mostly giggling.
So you know the story – bunch of ordinary extraordinary Mummy bloggers get invited on trip-of-a-lifetime to Walt Disney World where they stay in Deluxe Disney Resorts, visit all the others, get VIP tours round all the parks, sample all the best Disney restaurants and hobnob with the likes of Mickey and Daisy…
It happened. It really did. But it was actually better than that. My fellow bloggers were kind, sweet, ridiculously funny and raving alcoholics to boot. We had the time of our lives. I will bore you to death with this in more intricate nauseatingly mind-numbing detail, but I’ll leave you, for now, with my Disney top-ten moments:
- Finding out that just because you go to Disney you don’t have to eat burgers and fries. I didn’t eat a burger the whole time. I ate meltingly tender steaks… the sweetest scallops… the crispest, spiciest calamari… the freshest red snapper… the most sumptuous desserts… oh I could go on. Well, I actually will go on. Just give me time.
- Rediscovering the ability to actually be a bit of a kid again: I danced. I ate until I felt sick. I screamed on roller coasters. I ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhhed’ at lions and giraffes. I nearly wet my pants laughing when Laura fell over in the bus (‘blogger down!’). I got completely involved in American Idol and screeched like a lunatic when my favourite won. I got kissed by Chip ‘n’ Dale. I swam in azure waters. I laughed until I cried (in fact, I snorted uncontrollably, but that was because Linda was present).
- My first glimpse of the Grand Floridian Hotel. There are no superlatives. They have speedboats on the lake for the guests. No, really.
- Bursting into spontaneous tears watching the ‘Wishes’ firework display at The Magic Kingdom. And I wasn’t the only one.
- Rushing up to a couple of newlyweds wearing ‘Groom’ and ‘Bride’ Mickey ears and asking to take their photos (I have no shame). Evidence to follow.
- Visiting the Bibbidy Bobbidy Boutique where little girls can get a full Disney princess makeover (and later stumbling upon miniature princesses resplendent in full princess regalia tootling around the parks with their parents).
- Sitting in total wonderment as a roomful of little kids sit in front of an aquarium and have a real conversation with Crush from ‘Finding Nemo’ – he answers their questions and everything!!! Awesome, Dude.
- Resisting the urge to dive fully clothed into the enormous Melt-Away Bay – one whole acre of turquoise loveliness, complete with a rockin’ wave machine.
- Taking part in some really extreme hotel testing: this involved cutting myself shaving (it was a bit of a gusher) and not knowing what to do with my bloody towels (blood’s just not really that Disney is it?) and leaving them piled in the bath like some sort of serial killer; Laura exploding a bottle of coke, sending sticky fountains of spray over our fellow Beach Club guests; Alice causing the coffee machine to sponaneously combust and coating her entire room in a fine layer of coffee and Linda nearly killing an entire family of chino-clad American guests with her toppling suitcase (they went over like dominos which was, of course, not in the remotest bit amusing).
- Finding ourselves so totally and utterly dependent on the wondrous Sarah (or Mary Poppins as she became known) to the extent that whenever we found ourselves without her we were unable to function. Once, she stopped in the middle of the road to take a call and we all immediately ground to a halt next to her – risking life and limb like a band of happy lemmings. What will we do now we no longer have Sarah to shuffle along behind in a tight arrowhead formation?
Ah, happy memories. And much more to come. No, come back, I’ve only just started…
35 Responses to “Oh Mickey you’re so fine….”
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Photos please !
The thought of all the food is making me hungry! Tell us more!
(And, BTW, I totally didn’t send them to stalk you but I think my aunt and uncle plus kids were there about the same time… They loved it too!)
GREAT to have you back! XXX
Wee One: Ah, you kept an eye on me eh? Glad they loved it. I have several posts lined up – you’ll all be snoring x
Jen: have bought you fabilis pressie! Don’t count on me posting it before I’ve slept though – I’m a total zombie xx
Erica: Exactly – no blog post too long… no picture too embarrassing – we’re hardcore bloggers, us!
So glad you had such fun! There really is nothing like a girly trip!
‘Raving alcoholics’? Erica doesn’t drink much …
Make with the details Missus! ‘Specially about the Puds…
XX
Bring on the food photos, mofomommyblogger.
Last year we thought right…holiday to Florida or get the back garden done?
We got the garden done. Sigh
Big mistake me thinks
Can’t wait to hear all the details and see the photees.x
As Wayne Campbell once said, sha-wing!
I applied to be Goofy’s PA once, it didn’t work out.
They gave it to some Harvard graduate!
Off to read more.
PS came from single parent dad.
Moon: Actually, I think you’ll find it was us that were loud and whooping. But that might have been the mojitos
5h4m: My right of course. The other one has ridiculous hair.
Jay: The Blue Bayou? No! I shall email Sarah immediately and demand a return trip!!!
Maxi: It’s my better looking younger sister. I’ll introduce you.
Bugs: Oh I loved that one – the Toy Story one where you killed everything? Amazing. I’ll ask if one of the children wants to volunteer to have a limb broken before I go again then. x
Laura: No I didn’t think so either. ‘Kahlua, Tia Maria AND Malibu with coke, Madam?’
Growup: I didn’t think I did rollercoasters OR Disney, but I’m a convert. ‘Tis a fab place (and the cocktails are marvellous) x
Jen: I have 158 photos – mostly of food. My fellow travellers learned not to tuck into their dinner until it had been photographed. Well trained
Jane: Bless you. I miss you all so much! Are you still sitting, knives and forks poised, waiting for me before you dare eat? You’ll probably do that for life now!
Aidy: I most certainly will. Although you’ll be sick of it in due course xx
TM: Aw thanks. Bert went insane when I walked in the door. Apparently he spent the whole week mournfully trotting after Hubby. He’s probably damaged forever now. x
Jenn: This year you must away to Florida! I’ve got a very large notepad stuffed full of recommendations. Watch this space!
Disgusted Matt Lucas: Pack it in Linda.
Paddy: Tis me indeed. The bags under my eyes are the fault of my fellow bloggers forcing me to inhale cocktails until ridiculous o’clock.
Ma: Too right. Wait til you come over. I might stop talking just long enough to breathe, but that’s it. Oh and I have a pressie for you. (Don’t get too excited) xx
Towny: It was our standard war-cry – along with ‘yo mofo!’ and ‘AWWWWWESOME!’ (we’re a bit sad that way)x
Sandra: Thank goodness I’m back? Or thank goodness I didn’t write too much?
DD: Why thank you, kind lady. I rather liked yours too. Happy ever after?? x
Gail: Welcome! Yes that was probably us. We also were the lunatic, sunburned nutters dancing in the Move It, Shake It, Celebrate it carnival. Mr Incredible was so impressed with my dancing he dropped and gave me twenty
Jo: Disney blogger no 8! We missed you. And your bottom xx
Lulu: Of course we were completely tame. As I told Hubby, I just made it all up to make myself look cool
xx
Jo: Welcome! Yes Sarah’s an absolute doll. I definitely met Amber (and Asa!) – all the Mommy bloggers were so well groomed – we felt like a bunch of homeless people standing next to them
I think that if I’ve been a bad girl, I’ll pop my Dolce & Gabanna clogs and wake up somewhere where they serve those pre-shaped mickey mouse waffles beside some beautiful fresh fruit – just to piss me off.
Don’t get me wrong, we have the entire Disney movie collection on dvd, well all of them until the Pixar relationship seemed to sour..but a visit to Disneyland with my children would be my worst nightmare.
We actually offered the trip to Disneyland to the guys a couple of years ago with an alternative of a week in NYC followed by an actual visit to the state of Florida…thankfully the lure of underpaid, overheated Winnie the Pooh impersonators wasn’t strong enough, despite the fact that a lot of their friends had been.
Its commercial, its tacky and I know that as a fellow foodie you won’t mind my saying…if you want to experience and TASTE Florida…you need to stay outside a theme park.