I toyed with the idea of waiting until Labor Day to post the rest of this just beacuse I thought there was some nice symmetry to that idea (trip actually ends on Memorial Day...author drags out trip report until Labor Day and unofficial end of summer), but that's just wrong.
I really do apologize for the delay - you don't want or need the details but sometimes the real world gets in the way of all the fun stuff here at the DIS and that is just what happened to me. I'm very hopeful that in another few weeks things will start looking up health-wise and I will soon be able to get back to my usual, always amused self as opposed to my recent very tired, out-of-sorts only partially amused self.
So, if you doubted that Jay and Brenda really had a fourth day at USO / IoA, doubt no longer! I have returned to regale you with the final day of mini-vacation delights!!
Getting on with it already....
Before hitting the sack we decided to by-pass the resort altogether for breakfast on Sunday morning. Club Level has been a waste of our time and money as far as we're concerned, but you never know until you try. To quote the brilliant, if often misunderstood, Homer Simpson, "We tried, and we failed. The lesson is: never try."
So now we know - next time we come back (and hopefully that will be sooner rather than later) we'll pass on the Club, thanks anyway, 'cause it ain't for us. We'll take that money and go gorge at Tchoup Chop again instead!
Following the theme of the weekend, we do not set the alarm, choosing instead to wake up when we wake up. Thanks to years of rolling out of bed at 5AM for work, Jason and I seem constitutionally unable to sleep much past 8AM on any morning unless we're sick. So, it's still pretty early when we get up on Sunday. We think going to CityWalk for some breakfast seems like a good idea - gives us a chance to stretch our legs, we can check out some of the stores, and then we can bop back into Universal for a bit before heading back to those mango coladas...I mean the Villa Pool for the afternoon.
Although the wait time for those fun little boats at the dock is pretty light this morning (I wonder if people are at church?) we decide to walk again. For one thing we like the meandering pathway and the feeling of privacy we have while strolling along through the foliage...it's really lovely during the day and it's wonderfully romantic in the evening - I strongly suggest you give it a try some time when you're staying at the Hard Rock or at PBH. The other reason we decide to walk is that we wanted to poke around the Hard Rock Hotel and see how it compares to the only other one we've seen, which is in Las Vegas.
Quick thoughts on the Hard Rock Hotel based on a 15-minute reconoissance mission: Loved the guitar sculpture in the fountain out front; lobby seemed spacious and inviting, the pool area was awesome, and the public bathroom I used was extremely clean and so large that I tried to leave through what turned out to be a supply closet because I got turned around (too many mirrors on their part and no coffee on mine resulted in my looking like a bigger dork than usual!). Great music playing throughout the hotel, but as much as I enjoy Metallica and Rush and The Who, I'm not sure I want to hear them blaring in public places at 9AM in the morning. Just a matter of choice, but on the surface we decide that we like the relative peace of PBH just a bit more than the hip edginess of the HRH.
And now we are in search of that much needed morning caffeine boost with some breakfast munchies - we don't want to eat too much...it's another hot day and we have another anniversary dinner scheduled for this evening. We opt for Starbucks, and so did a lot of other people. The line moved fairly well, but it took a long time for the liquid refreshment to appear. I was surprised by this only because the Starbucks in our area have the morning rush down to a science, and I doubt they see the kind of traffic that comes through Citywalk. But no matter - it's nice and cool inside and we have no place in particular to be and those iced mochas are going to taste soooo yummy, right? Well, as I learned every Starbucks is different and some people are better at making drinks than others.
Before you all start throwing things at me, I am not a pure coffee drinker. I much prefer a cafe au lait or cafe mocha...I really never drink coffee by itself. For one thing I'm really not supposed to drink caffeine very much and for another coffee on its own is too bitter. I'm the person that people ask, "Do you want some coffee in your milk and sugar?"
Anyway, those iced mochas were so dark the light of day barely penetrated them. We took our black-holes-in-a-cup outside with some muffins and some bottled water and found a nice shady table to people watch. I did not like my mocha - too bitter - and poor Jason had to finish mine as well as his while I drank all the water. He, being the coffee expert, said that they probably put extra espresso in the drink. Perhaps they did, all I know is at that moment I sure wished James from the Disney Magic was there to make me one of those incredible mochaccinos from the cruise last fall. Hmmmm...perhaps I can use this as an opening wedge for why we need to take another cruise...I file this thought away for future vacation planning reference.
The Starbucks at CityWalk is up on the second level so once we are finished with our light breakfast we wander around a bit just to see what the place really has to offer. We had a chance to read all the posted menus and file away a few places that we'd like to try the next time we pay a visit (Bob Marley's sounded pretty tasty and I'd love to try Bubba Gump's - you can't go wrong with shrimp in my book!). We also stood up on the overlook by the movie theater and watched the crowds just streaming in...we never realized that there was a single point of entry that sort of pushes everyone in through CityWalk in a big mass that then filters left or right to whichever is the park of choice. We've only ever gone to CityWalk from the PBH and rather stupidly never really stopped to think about how everyone else had to gain entrance. It certainly went a long way towards explaining why the morning crowds in CityWalk seemed so large and so disorganized - they were all trying to get away from each other and figure out where they were going at the same time.
And as much as we like the CityWalk area, it is too small with too much crap crammed in for comfort, namely those game booths and merchandise kiosks. We haven't been to downtown Disney in about three years so I can't really compare the two, and that would probably be like comparing apples to oranges because Disney has more space to expand. If Universal wants to grow Citywalk I guess they'll have to do so vertically!
Anyhoo... we decide to make one last effort to find Plankton before giving up completely and writing a strongly worded letter of disapproval to the head of cartoon character marketing. The Universal store seems like a good place to look, and so we look, and look some more, and then some more. Nothing...no Plankton...cripes! I decide to ask the nice young lady behind the counter why Universal doesn't try to market its villains a little more strongly. Surely there are other twisted people out there like Jay and me who identify with the bad guy???
Imagine, dear reader(s)... who am I kidding? Is anyone other than me even reading this any longer??
Well, just in case, can you imagine how we felt when this wonderful person said, "we have Plankton."
"You have Plankton?" this was repeated in a hopeful, yet skeptical tone of voice.
"Yes, we have Plankton."
"We've been looking everywhere for Plankton since Thursday and we couldn't find him anywhere!"
"We have Plankton."
OK, now I'm starting to get just a little uneasy. Is she referring to the cartoon character from Spongebob or does she mean that Universal has taken to selling baggies of seawater filled with drifting oganisms typically munched on by higher underwater lifeforms? If she's talking about the first option then we're definitely interested in doing business. If she means option number two, it's time to leave.
"Really? You have Plankton? Hey Jay!" I decide it's time to bring in the reinforcements. "She says that they have Plankton here! Do you see him anywhere?"
Jason shows up at my side (we just happened to be the only people in the store while this conversation was unfolding and I think that just helped to make it more goofy). "You have Plankton?"
"Yes, we have Plankton."
I don't know whether to laugh or to cry at this point. I'm starting to feel like we're in the Twillight Zone but I know that can't be possible because that ride is over at Disney-MGM. Could the salesgirl be a cyborg? Maybe her programming has a glitch. Maybe two thirty-somethings shouldn't be combing the stores looking for a cartoon replica of what amounts to dinner for fishies.
It's time for a command decision - I try a different question:
"Where is Plankton?"
"He's with all the other Spongebob stuff."
Moderate success - her programming chip must have short-circuited for a moment. To quote from Cool Hand Luke: "What we have here is a failure to communicate."
"Could you point us in the right direction because we must have missed that display."
She was very nice and did just that, coming out from behind the relative safety of the counter to walk us to a wagon-wheel type display case filled with stuffed versions of Spongebob, Patrick, Squidworth, and...wait for it....PLANKTON!!!!
Jason and I are delighted. This is a ten-inch, light green, plush Plankton with one large eye and two crazily bent antennae. He's awesome and for only $10 we decide to buy one for Jason's brother as well, who has four small children and was responsible for turning us on to Spongebob in the first place. We are so excited that we start singing Plankton's version of the "FUN" song to each other: "F" is for fire that burns down the city; "U" is for...Uranium bombs; "N" is for no survivors...."
We quickly realize that perhaps this isn't the place to be singing that song and pay for our purchases while effusively thanking the young sales clerk for her assistance in making this one of the highlights of an already damn fine weekend getaway!
TBC...