Catching up...
Steppe arrived flushed and sweaty, which makes her sound like a toilet in an Alabama summer cabin in August.
Ew. Thanks for not repeating that in Salem.
“Oh, Your Royal Highness! A million apologies, please forgive me! I didn’t know you were checking in!”
If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me...
I'd be broke.
Perhaps he was overwhelmed with the newness of serving a princess of such high caliber and standing in this magical kingdom.
Perhaps he wanted a nice tip.
(Okay, that was fiction, but it sounded good.)
The first rule of TR writing.
Princesses eat "luncheon".
Is that a kind of fish?
Many other princesses from other kingdoms both near and far would be arriving and collectively called themselves EPIC- a quite fitting acronym for Entitled Princesses in Cahoots. There were many shenanigans that were cahooted, and those can be read in the published diaries of other cahooting princesses as well.
Ah...now I get it. I like it! Enjoy the cahooting!
Alejandro, when he decided to finally tend to our esteemed princesses needs, gave exemplary service that went above and beyond what he apparently gave to other, more common, folk.
Hooray for Alejandro!
Our princess has learned the valuable lessons in life that no work is beneath her, hard work pays off, and if you want something done right (or fast), you do it yourself.
Except installing a new garage door opener. Someone else can do that.
Properly greeted, of course, by attendants, they made haste to their quarters where Princess Steppe found that her baggages had STILL not arrived! She was irritated!
And she wrote a strongly worded memo!
At one point, this very petite man asked she how long she’d worked at Disney. Mind you, this was completely unprompted by herself, so she assumed that before she’d gotten to the cart, either Princess Jenn or the Queen Mother had told him the Princess had served on the foreign fields of California near her other castle. He continued the conversation by asking which restaurant it was that she’d spent time at her post. Again, totally unprompted or hinted at. Things were becoming weirder and weirder….
Whoa. I knew our phones were spying on us, but still...
How did this man know that she’d spent time in California, and not just that, but also that she worked in a restaurant there!?! To this day, she has no answer but wonders if his employer might possibly have read the tabloids of the distant past when they knew such a famous princess was arriving to be served in their midst!
Huh. That is an odd one.
It turns out, (remember when I told you he was chosen as a coachman for his superb knowledge of horses….?) he was a jockey in his youth and was intimately associated with Willie Shoemaker- the most famous racing jockey ever. Kind, gentle, yet strong and tenacious…. It all made sense.
Wow, cool! What a neat connection.
Admittedly I took very few photos compared to other trips I have gone on. And as mentioned before, I chose to leave my camera behind on 2 ½ days as my neck isn’t what it used to be. The camera is heavy and is a pain in that neck. Literally. Little did I know that I would pull a colossal boo boo and take my phone for a swim losing the photos altogether from those 2 days.
Another sensible decision unjustly punished.
I saw her first with Kelly after patiently (sort of) waiting for almost 20 minutes to even get up to the glass.
No fastpasses for that one?
I went up on the 2nd tier of the viewing area and watched some kids interacting with a CM getting a badge for their Wilderness Explorer Handbook. The big kid in me couldn’t resist! I asked for a handbook and did the first activity to work my way to earning my Senior Wilderness Explorer status.
My little guy would love that. And he's a completist like his dad, so he'd spend all day collecting every single one.
I tried my hand at Airbnb'ing the spare room in my apartment and it was going REALLY GREAT!!! I loved it and was meeting some really nice people. And truth be told, the money was quite good. But, I got busted. My apt. management found out and I had to pull my ad down, cancel all of the reservations I had lined up, and Airbnb issued refunds to everyone.
Wow, that must have been really recent. You were just telling us about that arrangement. Sorry to hear the news.
I went and sat through a 30-minute panel interview and before I got home, I was sent the background check link. Good sign, yes? And within minutes of getting home (a 30-minute drive) I had a "Welcome Letter" in my inbox. Best part? An $8/hour increase over my current pay.
Hey, I'm glad for the good news on the rebound!
So, having said all of that, my DISTime will shrink even more, but I still love to write, I still love to share my photos and stories, and still love all of you.
I understand. My DIS time isn't what it was, either. I can't follow nearly as many people.
While on a monorail ride one morning, a young family noticed my birthday button and asked if I’d like their daughter, perhaps 7 or 8 years old, to sing me Happy Birthday. Of COURSE I would! “Okay, which language?” “Uhhh, well I certainly wasn’t expecting that! I hemmed and hawed a bit, and they offered, “Irish, Spanish or <something else I don’t remember>?” I chose Irish, and right there in front of a carful of folks, I got my first Happy Birthday song in Irish from the most precious of sources.
Wow, that's a neat surprise!
Side note: Photos went down into the watery abyss with the phone- the really tragic part of that story is that I had literally let my Cloud payment slip for those 2 days.
http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/
I enjoyed this juggler’s set quite a bit. A young lady of many talents… (#nonotthatset)
Hey, some of us can enjoy it, right?
I wasn’t particularly hungry, but it’s a rude proposition to park one’s carcass at a table with zero intention of leaving for up to an hour without ordering something.
Seems legit.
Wow...that's different.
Glad you enjoyed it! Not sure it's my cup of tea, though.