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- Oct 2, 1999
~ The Man Report ~~~~~~ 2007 ~~~~~~~ We decide to Wing It ~~~~~~~
Its January 2007, and Im lying on a very stiff king-sized bed in my hotel room in Colorado Springs wishing I were dead. Ok, maybe not dead, but I was certainly sick enough with the flu to wish that I was at least unconscious or in a supervised coma.
Its a balmy 4 degrees outside with at least hip-high snow and a 30 mile per hour gale. Sunny Florida it aint.
Lets face it, guys are just plain worthless when theyre sick. I recognize this issue with my species. Were really just overweight wimps with a gruff façade and a receding hairline. My wife could have the flu & be missing an appendage but still find time to cook dinner, shovel the snow, and fold my underwear while putting it in the correct drawer. When Im sick, I basically turn into a human blob of suffering that youd think was the Bubonic plague!
So there I lay, away from home, with a fever, runny nose, body aches, and a sore throat. I have to get up off the bed and get down to the convention that Im in town for. I have 12 employees downstairs who are in our trade show booth wondering if I think Im too good for them simply because I didnt help them set up the display. Truth is, Im having trouble standing upright and the thought of working the booth for the next 6 hours is horrifying. How am going to make it?
I close my eyes for just a couple more minutes. I need to go to my Happy Place. Before presentations or encounters with big accounts or standing before a judge, I need to visit my "Happy Place" ever so briefly just to ease the pain and calm me down
There I am, walking along Epcot's World Showcase pathway between Germany and Italy, sipping on a cup of Lowenbrau beer, and looking out over the blue waters of the lagoon. My family is with me and its just prior to noon on a beautiful, sunny fall morning. We may be heading towards England where well enjoy some fish & chips or better yet, over to Canada to watch my favorite show, Off Kilter. It really doesnt matter, Im in my favorite place in the world with my favorite people in the world. Its my Happy Place.
My eyes shoot open. I sit up and put on my polished loafers, check myself in the mirror & adjust my name badge, then head downstairs. Somewhere between the hotel room door shutting behind me and the elevator I decide, Screw it, I need a vacation.
The next 6 hours is handshaking and deal making. In between customers & violent coughing fits, Im planning the trip. Sometimes, during conversation, Im planning the trip. Im sick & delirious from fever so oblivious to any comments made about my inattention or running nose.
Lets see Im on the road and out of town until March 8th. That means the soonest we can leave is probably March 10th. Seven nights in (hopefully) sunny Florida is just what the doctor ordered. Well return on March 17th.
I used all my DVC points from last year and already have this years booked for October so Im going to have to PAY for a room! Uff da! Thats going to be expensive. Ill look for a 2-bedroom off-site.
I already have Annual Passes so no park tickets are required. Also, I have 200,000 frequent flier miles left so no plane tickets need to be purchased. Hotel, food, & rental car. Thats it! How expensive can that be?!?!?
Im feeling better already. That same night after nodding numbly for hours at customers tales Ive heard countless times before & still sick as a dog, I call the wife to tell her the news:
Me: Hey honey, I decided we need to go Disney World in March for a vacation.
Wife: Huh?
Me: A vacation. We need a quick vacation. Im going nuts!
Wife: Uhhh
Me: Uhhh What? Come on!
Wife: I guess.
Unbridled enthusiasm it wasnt. I then started reminding her all about the fun we have (weve been home less than 3 months from our last trip youd think shed remember!). Finally I sense her coming around and then a little excitement. Finally! Women Sheesh!
Shes a stay-at-home mom so theres not a lot of preparation for her to do other than go to the bank for cash then water the plants prior to going. Not too tough! Ill do the rest.
The Details! Oh crap! Do I have time for all the little details? Probably not. Im really gone every single week until we leave. How am I going to find the time to plan this trip out to the Nth degree?
Answer: I wont! Were going to Wing-It!!! Uncharacteristically of me, we are NOT going to plan every single moment and we are NOT going to go Commando on this trip. If we want to sleep in, we will. If we dont want to go to a theme park, we wont. Well eat all counter service restaurants but maybe make ONE advanced dining reservation at the Garden Grill so the kids can get their Character fix out of the way.
Most important of all, we wont bore you fine people with the excruciating minutiae we all call pre-planning.
Thats it! No planning. What could possibly go wrong?
Cast
Me MDF - Buzz 40 year old dancing banana fan Obsessive / Compulsive to a fault. Not planning this trip better could quite possibly kill me. Aka: The Man but I really prefer Buzzila the Hun
DW - Linnie the Pooh - 39 year old fan of laughing at Buzz. Ive never quite understood what shes always found so amusing about me. Its annoying nonetheless. She will be helping me with this trip report. Posting her own perceived notion of events. Aka: Lin or Linnie the Pooh-head.
DS Trey - 7 year old goofy little nut-job. New meds = new kid. He seems so much happier on his new medication. When I told him were going back to WDW he said, No, want to stay home with friends and play. Great! He dont even wanna go! Aka: Moan Boy or Little Hun.
DD LeeAndra - 5 year old pretentious little girl with the characteristics of a 17 year old cheerleader. Not positive what happened with this one but Im pretty sure the lack of a Y chromosome had a lot to do with it! Aka: Loud Girl.
Its January 2007, and Im lying on a very stiff king-sized bed in my hotel room in Colorado Springs wishing I were dead. Ok, maybe not dead, but I was certainly sick enough with the flu to wish that I was at least unconscious or in a supervised coma.
Its a balmy 4 degrees outside with at least hip-high snow and a 30 mile per hour gale. Sunny Florida it aint.
Lets face it, guys are just plain worthless when theyre sick. I recognize this issue with my species. Were really just overweight wimps with a gruff façade and a receding hairline. My wife could have the flu & be missing an appendage but still find time to cook dinner, shovel the snow, and fold my underwear while putting it in the correct drawer. When Im sick, I basically turn into a human blob of suffering that youd think was the Bubonic plague!
So there I lay, away from home, with a fever, runny nose, body aches, and a sore throat. I have to get up off the bed and get down to the convention that Im in town for. I have 12 employees downstairs who are in our trade show booth wondering if I think Im too good for them simply because I didnt help them set up the display. Truth is, Im having trouble standing upright and the thought of working the booth for the next 6 hours is horrifying. How am going to make it?
I close my eyes for just a couple more minutes. I need to go to my Happy Place. Before presentations or encounters with big accounts or standing before a judge, I need to visit my "Happy Place" ever so briefly just to ease the pain and calm me down
There I am, walking along Epcot's World Showcase pathway between Germany and Italy, sipping on a cup of Lowenbrau beer, and looking out over the blue waters of the lagoon. My family is with me and its just prior to noon on a beautiful, sunny fall morning. We may be heading towards England where well enjoy some fish & chips or better yet, over to Canada to watch my favorite show, Off Kilter. It really doesnt matter, Im in my favorite place in the world with my favorite people in the world. Its my Happy Place.
My eyes shoot open. I sit up and put on my polished loafers, check myself in the mirror & adjust my name badge, then head downstairs. Somewhere between the hotel room door shutting behind me and the elevator I decide, Screw it, I need a vacation.
The next 6 hours is handshaking and deal making. In between customers & violent coughing fits, Im planning the trip. Sometimes, during conversation, Im planning the trip. Im sick & delirious from fever so oblivious to any comments made about my inattention or running nose.
Lets see Im on the road and out of town until March 8th. That means the soonest we can leave is probably March 10th. Seven nights in (hopefully) sunny Florida is just what the doctor ordered. Well return on March 17th.
I used all my DVC points from last year and already have this years booked for October so Im going to have to PAY for a room! Uff da! Thats going to be expensive. Ill look for a 2-bedroom off-site.
I already have Annual Passes so no park tickets are required. Also, I have 200,000 frequent flier miles left so no plane tickets need to be purchased. Hotel, food, & rental car. Thats it! How expensive can that be?!?!?
Im feeling better already. That same night after nodding numbly for hours at customers tales Ive heard countless times before & still sick as a dog, I call the wife to tell her the news:
Me: Hey honey, I decided we need to go Disney World in March for a vacation.
Wife: Huh?
Me: A vacation. We need a quick vacation. Im going nuts!
Wife: Uhhh
Me: Uhhh What? Come on!
Wife: I guess.
Unbridled enthusiasm it wasnt. I then started reminding her all about the fun we have (weve been home less than 3 months from our last trip youd think shed remember!). Finally I sense her coming around and then a little excitement. Finally! Women Sheesh!
Shes a stay-at-home mom so theres not a lot of preparation for her to do other than go to the bank for cash then water the plants prior to going. Not too tough! Ill do the rest.
The Details! Oh crap! Do I have time for all the little details? Probably not. Im really gone every single week until we leave. How am I going to find the time to plan this trip out to the Nth degree?
Answer: I wont! Were going to Wing-It!!! Uncharacteristically of me, we are NOT going to plan every single moment and we are NOT going to go Commando on this trip. If we want to sleep in, we will. If we dont want to go to a theme park, we wont. Well eat all counter service restaurants but maybe make ONE advanced dining reservation at the Garden Grill so the kids can get their Character fix out of the way.
Most important of all, we wont bore you fine people with the excruciating minutiae we all call pre-planning.
Thats it! No planning. What could possibly go wrong?
Cast
Me MDF - Buzz 40 year old dancing banana fan Obsessive / Compulsive to a fault. Not planning this trip better could quite possibly kill me. Aka: The Man but I really prefer Buzzila the Hun
DW - Linnie the Pooh - 39 year old fan of laughing at Buzz. Ive never quite understood what shes always found so amusing about me. Its annoying nonetheless. She will be helping me with this trip report. Posting her own perceived notion of events. Aka: Lin or Linnie the Pooh-head.
DS Trey - 7 year old goofy little nut-job. New meds = new kid. He seems so much happier on his new medication. When I told him were going back to WDW he said, No, want to stay home with friends and play. Great! He dont even wanna go! Aka: Moan Boy or Little Hun.
DD LeeAndra - 5 year old pretentious little girl with the characteristics of a 17 year old cheerleader. Not positive what happened with this one but Im pretty sure the lack of a Y chromosome had a lot to do with it! Aka: Loud Girl.