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Friday, 26 May 2006, 8:54 AM
Reservations
Margie making park reservations, while some lady poaches our seats.

UPDATE: We got to DIA nice and early, and hung around in Concourse A. What we really ought to have done is eat breakfast (since Ted is big into the "You can have a mini-bag of pretzels, or you can pay us $5 for this snack box" thing), but we "only" did some cinnamon rolls.

Since we were early, I tried to keep Kitten amused while Margie called various reservation desks at WDW to confirm or make reservations> Despite our stuff being scattered across the four seats, that didn't stop someone from sitting down there.

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