The two of us had never visited Walt Disney World before our first trip 3 years ago. We've had so much fun there and feel like, despite 4 trips since then we have only begun to scratch the surface on exploring the World. So, when Dusty and Fishy floated the idea of attending Gay Days, 2007 with them and our dear friends, SirClinksalot and Belle, we jumped at the chance.
Before we knew it, the weeks flew by and we were headed to the Doubletree Hotel at LAX so we could catch our early morning flight without facing the uncertainty of driving to LA the morning of the flight. By staying one night at the Doubletree, we were able to park our car in their garage for the duration of our trip, and they provided us with a shuttle to LAX and back at the end our our trip.
Rixter, Fishbulb and DustySage counting the minutes until we were able to board our flight. They may not look like the perkiest of travelers, but who wouldn't love these three?
On board, the DustyBulbs looking fine and anxious to hit the park. Could they be any cuter?
And . . . these are the other passengers on our flight waiting for their luggage. While I certainly don't want to suggest that there is a possibility that any of these young men are of a certain orientation, I think one could safely state that the passengers were an especially attractive group and, and, nearly all men. Go figure.
I think all four of us dozed for a fair portion of our flight, so before we knew it, we were on the ground, anxious to find our rental van and get to our resort. Alamo has a fine system, wherein you just walk to the rental cars, choose one in your fave color in the class you reserved, drive to the exit gate, show ID and drive off. Fine plan, except the particular van we reserved was parked elsewhere and we had to wait a few minutes until they delivered it to where we were standing with our luggage. Minor glitch, but boys on a mission must not be slowed down in that mission.
It's just a short drive to WDW, and with the help of our beloved Betty (our GPS - she's like family) we made nary a misstep. As we turned into the Saratoga Springs Resort, we could tell this was a special Disney property. The buildings were beautiful, the grounds lush, even for Disney, and within minutes, we were headed up to our rooms. Tip o' the hat to Dusty, who suggested staying here. (It's his home DVC resort.)
This is the entry of our building. The elevator is to the right, and our rooms were on the same floor, not far from each other.
Rixter and I splurged and booked a one bedroom suite. Honestly, we could live very happily in it. We had a large living room, adjacent dining room with large table, full kitchen, complete with all the dishes, pots, pans, and perhaps, most importantly, 8 wine glasses and a corkscrew. Our bedroom was spacious with a king bed, two chairs, and a computer desk. The main bathroom had a huge jacuzzi tub, walk-in closet and sink. A secondary bathroom area had an additional sink and the toilet room. We also had a washer and dryer in-room, so this was the first trip we've taken where we returned home with luggage full of clean clothes. We likey.
Of course, we didn't take any photos of the inside of our room, but here are two views from our balcony. On the left side of the first photo, you'll see the public buildings where the store, restaurant, lobby were all located. Muy convenient.
Rixter with horse at this Equine themed resort.
And the main pool.
After a quick run to a local grocery store to pick up essentials (bags of candy and wine), we headed to Downtown Disney for our dinner at Raglan Road. There we met Witches of Morva and his dear friend Patty who we met last October on Invasion I. The food and the service were just amazing. Did we take photos of the food? Nah, we were a beer and a half into things when it arrived, and we just dug in. Soon Sir Clink and Belle joined us and we explored Pleasure Island. What a fun, lively, vibrant, and on this particular weekend, gay place it was. I envied the Clinks' bucket o' booze, but thought better of sharing one with the Rixter. We are liquor lightweights . . . honest!
Robert, the front man for Witches, greets Rixter.
Robert and Fishy.
Sweet Belle, just as sweet, Sir Clink, and yet another sweetie, Dusty.
A sign, that would define much of our trip, especially our Friday attempt to drink our way around the world.
One of many projections at PI lending a party air to the surroundings.
Up next, Epcot, rain, and adult beverages of many types as we begin our first full day at the parks.
Rick and Lu