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| Getting My Land Legs Back |
| 06.23.06 (7:51 am) [edit] |
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Thanks to all my friends for the marvelous compliments and congratulations to my son and new daughter!! I keep running over the pictures I took trying to find some more that are "good enough" to post. I was going to post a going away picture, but I see that photobucket is down right now. Oh, well.
As my friend, Pam pointed out to me last night, I forgot to tell the story of the one bump in the wedding, so here goes"
Phillip had checked into his room on Saturday. He would have stayed with us, except we thought my stepmother was going to come and share our room. She had a serious incident with her hip (not a break) and got scared to make the trip, so she did not get there. But, I digress. The first room they put Phillip in was a smoking room, so he had to get it changed. Then, they put him in another room that would have been okay, but the pipes burst, so they had to move him again. Sunday morning, he had to check out by 11 and could not check into their special VIP room until sometime much later (which would have been during the wedding, actually), so he had to bring his stuff over to our room. When it got there, Phillip realized his black patent leather shoes, which he had bought, were not there. Numerous frantic calls did no good... the shoes were nowhere to be found. Bill graciously let Phillip use his shoes, but then that left Bill wearing a non dressy black pair. Finally, when one of Phillip's groomsmen, Jeff, who used to work for Disney, found out what was going on, said "hey wait, this is a theme park... they have COSTUMES here." So, the desk clerk called costuming, and procured another pair of patent leather shoes for Bill. Emergency averted... everyone went to the wedding happy.
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posted by: Donna (reply)
post date: 06.23.06 (4:31 pm)
You gotta love Disney. They don't call it the happiest place on earth for nothing!
posted by: Donna (reply)
post date: 06.23.06 (4:31 pm)
You gotta love Disney. They don't call it the happiest place on earth for nothing!
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