Mickey Mouse is out to get me. Or at the very least, have me checking in to my nearest mental health facility. "Why?" you ask.
As I've mentioned casually over the last couple of months, we are planning a trip to Disney World for later this year. This trip has been in the planning stages for over 18 months now and I'm about ready to throw in the towel and admit defeat against the glorious cast members that so cheerily tell me bad news repeatedly.
I have spent the better part of an hour today, on the phone with Disney Dining Reservations, trying to get many of our meals booked for our stay. Boy, that sounds so easy, right? Wrong. Stupid me didn't heed the warning that Birnbaum's reiterates all throughout their book: Call 180 days prior to your visit to make reservations! No, I foolishly decided that surely the
most popular character dining experiences restaurants wouldn't be filled during one of the slowest times of the year. Wrong. I have now conceded to dining at strange hours and at restaurants that I had no intention of trying. This should be interesting.
And now I have made the commitment to myself to call the hotline every day until we leave to see if maybe some poor schlub had to cancel a coveted reservation, so I can slip in and snatch it up. Wish me luck.
So, do any of your Disney World veterans out there have any sage advice for me? Places not to be missed? Inside info? I'm all ears! Mickey Mouse ears, that is.