Not much more to report on from WDW. We managed to fill in some of the gift gaps at Epcot World Showcase, which also let us see the big fireworks ‘n’ light show at the park closure. Kitten was a bit daunted by the light and noise at first, but eventually got seriously into it.
We got up too early yesterday, everything being pretty much packed the night before (and Margie working her normal magic to compress mass, if not weight, into far smaller suit cases than the local space-time fabric can normally support).
The flight was uneventful, save for my sending us off to the wrong concourse at Orlando (once, almost twice). We all three slept at various times on the plane, and woke up to the land of green-wet-sticky having turned to sere-dry-cool.
It was great to be home.
Well, we knew that sometime in the afternoon was going to be the official Gaming Group Gift Exchange. And that Sunday eveningish we’d be doing some Living Jungle stuff. Margie called Jackie from the baggage line, to discover that the two events had been conflated, for various reasons — but that nobody had actually let us know that.
Which was okay, actually, and it turned out to be a bigger confab than I’d expected — the Testerfolks, the Herreras, Stan, Dave & Lori, and, natch, us. Gifts were exchanged to adults (Dave G. had pulled my name, and made effective use of my Amazon Gift List, Margie got a fine new book from Randy) and to Katherine, Tristin and Justin.
Jackie had arranged for the food duties to be shared, so Margie only had to put together stuffing, whilst others brought over turkey, ham, potatoes, and more pies than you could shake a stick at.
It ended up being an honest-to-gosh holiday celebration at the house, tearing open gifts in the living room, eating a big turkey dinner in the dining room on the Christmas dishes … it was really neat.
And then we did the Living Jungle game, and had fun showing off the dinosaur-related items we’d picked up at Animal Kingdom.
A late night, not helped by a certain Kitten getting up at 5 a.m., but overall, not a bad way to come back to town.