Going Home – A Day of Boasting

Trip Start Sep 12, 2009
Trip End Sep 19, 2009

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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Unbeknown to us the Empire had one more trick up its sleeves…could it be that they are that organized…or is it our disorganization….we'll never know.

I woke up and sadly did the last morning ritual

Imperial coffee…Imperial mug…Imperial animals.

Note to self: ask for a zebra next birthday to be stationed in the back yard.

The Empire was in such a hurry to get rid of us that they already printed our boarding passes and left them on our door…they also allowed us to check our baggage in the lodge instead of the the airport…if I didn't know any better I would have assumed that this is an incredibly valuable service to their guests…but I know better.

As we left our slave's quarter we couldn't help but feel a pinch of sadness…we even started to refer to it in the Imperial term of "room" and Darth Bellissima was bragging to all she met that her lifelong dream of having a TV in her room has finally came to fruition.

Darth Jacamo was in his glory and to show his dominance he loudly reiterated his tales of conquest wherever he went…but he's only two…so it seems like he was having a tantrum every 15 minutes.

The Empire has taken care of our suitcases…but we still had to pay Continental…because they are in cahoots with the Empire.

To object this unholy alliance Darth Jacamo sang a song of protest …or was having a tantrum…we’re not sure.

As a last hurrah we had scheduled a breakfast with Chairman Duck at the Tusker House in the Animal Kingdom, however when we got there our 30 minutes of "breakfast buffer time" were quickly evaporated up by…waiting.

Darth Jacamo doesn’t like to wait…so he noisily boasted for everyone to hear about his excellent and delicious Peking Donald Duck recipe…but everyone thought he was having a tantrum....because he's only two.

Since there were new people showing up every several minutes, Darth Jacamo kept repeating the recipe…what a guy…so considerate….

An Imperial employee made it clear to us that we won't be seated anytime soon... because they were still seating those who had prior reservations...that means that we would have been seated 25-30 minutes past our appointed time…which we reserved a full 3 months ago…nice one Empire…nice one!

So we left - there goes the last hurah.

The Empire had to get this one last jab…to which we calmly said "Hakuna Matata" and went to eat at Pizzafari.

Not to be outdone by suite wearing...or sailor outfit wearing... MBAs we charged an adult meal as our last dining plan credit…even though we had only a child’s meal left…take that Scrooge McDuck and your crates full of glorious, splendid and majestic treasures.

And Darth Jacamo piercingly proclaimed his dominance several times while exiting the park.

Back at the lodge we had almost 45 minutes to wait for the Imperial transport…or Magical Express bus…I’m not sure…to take us to the airport. We relaxed while the kids watched cartoons in the lobby.

Darth Jacamo was so pleased with the cartoon, he deafeningly kept announcing how he beat each and every character shown into submission…or was having tantrums…again, there is no way of knowing.

The Imperial Transport came on time, but as we were getting off Darth Bellissima forgot her Princess Minnie ears on the bus…she was a bit upset but not as much as Darth Jacamo who decided that each and every passenger at Orlando’s airport should hear the "Tale of the Missing Ears"…only that he’s two…so everyone probably thought he was having tantrums.

The plane ride was mostly good, Darth Bellissima and Darth Jacamo watched some more Imperial propaganda, this time discussing "lessons learned" as all good Imperial Rebels do. Darth Jacamo fell asleep…only that it was ten minutes before we were about to land.

Relaxing in our seats, putting our heads back lamenting about how we barely survived the "Mouth of the Mouse" and discussing what would be our next adventure.

Suddenly we realized that we finally found an answer to the profound question which has been bugging human kind for generations: where do you arrive when flying towards the “second star to the right and straight on 'till morning”?

Newark, New Jersey!
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