Crashing Disney Resort Pools and Other Non-Park Disney Adventures

On the Tuesday of Spring Break, we had an open day, which was awesome since after spending 14 hours in Magic Kingdom, the lower part of my spine had fused from standing in lines. Plus, we finally had a chance to check out our resort, which was Disney’s Pop Century.

Pop Century and the neighboring Art of Animation resort had a variety of cool features.

It’s amazing how alike those two are. And also Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head

However, our reconnaissance at the Polynesian resort on the day of our arrival had revealed that its pools were far better.

Many Bothans died to bring us this information.

During our walk around the Pop Century resort, we found that the main pool, the Hippy Dippy pool, was a pretty solid pool. The internet claimed, though, that the main pool at the Art of Animation resort, which was a short walk across a pedestrian bridge away, was even better. Going to this pool was against the “rules,” clearly written on a giant sign that stated that resort guests had to stay at the pools at their resort. So in order to model proper morals to our daughter, we sneaked into the “Blue Pool” at the Art of Animation. An impromptu photo shoot at this pool confirmed the internet’s claims of its quality.

But we couldn’t help but compare this pool to the even better Polynesian pool. And by “we” I mean “McKenna,” who kept reminding us that the Polynesian Lava Pool was more like a water park than a simple pool.

Time to blow this joint.

Inertia had taken hold of Laura, who needed some convincing to hop pools, but she ultimately embraced the proposal when she realized that we could return to our room and pack a cooler full of adult beverages to take to the Polynesian pool. This possibility of combining alcohol and an awesome pool inspired us to hatch the perfect pool infiltration plan. Having eaten dinner at the Polynesian on our first night, we knew that they screened people coming by car, so we decided to take the resort bus to the Magic Kingdom and then hop on the ferry to the Polynesian. Just like that, we would be in. What could go wrong?

Let’s start with our spacial memories, which had placed the ferry entrance right by the bus stop; this would have saved us from having to go through the Magic Kingdom’s security and bag check. This was fake news. Instead, we would have to go through the bag check before going on the ferry, which was bad because we had a couple of bottles of beer in the cooler, and alcoholic beverages were prohibited at the Magic Kingdom. I guess at some point in the Magic Kingdom’s history, someone drank a little too much and started “frightening” children, “heckling” princesses, and offering all sorts of “challenges” to the spitting camel at the magic carpet ride. Tragically, in order to get by the security team at the checkpoint, all of whom were staring at us suspiciously as we had stopped 10 yards short of the bag check, we had to throw the beer out.

Never forget the sacrifice of the Two Hearted Ale, a sacrifice made so that we could all enjoy superior pools.

Having paid the ultimate price, we boarded the ferry to the Grand Floridian and Polynesian resorts. Laura had filled a spare water bottle with wine, which is both super-classy and an effective way to circumvent Disney’s airtight anti-alcohol security, so we wouldn’t be totally without drinks. The next obstacle would be getting through the gate to the Polynesian pool, which had a lock with a sensor keyed to each guest’s Disney Magic Band. Since we weren’t guests, we nonchalantly waited at the gate until someone came by to open it. We are like ninjas.

About 1/1,000,000th of a second later, McKenna was taking advantage of Polynesian awesomeness.

Not only is the Polynesian great for kids, it is great for adults. There was a waitress that came around taking orders poolside so I wouldn’t have to struggle walking the forty feet to the pool bar to order like some kind of savage.

Walking the dozens of feet around the right side of this rock formation was a bridge too far.

And there were more perks. The Polynesian provides pool towels, unlike the other resorts, and these towels were so fancy that when we accidentally took one back to our resort, housekeeping failed to recognize it as a Disney towel.

Plus, there was this area, where an impromptu gymnastics practice broke out, which was basically the most “deluxe resort” thing that could have happened.

The second part of the master plan for the day involved going to Disney Springs for dinner, and this plan went a bit more smoothly that our attempt to get to the Polynesian at first. We caught the shuttle from the Polynesian and got to Disney Springs around 7pm. Disney Springs, which used to be Disney Boardwalk, was huge, with many shops and restaurants. Apparently, lots of people like to visit Disney Springs in the evening. Who knew?

After a quick check on the internet, I have verified that everyone knew but us.

Foolishly, we had promised McKenna ice cream after dinner.

As had, evidently, 50,000 other people.

Extracting our delicious Ghirardelli ice cream, we found our way to the Pop Century Shuttle Bus. The perfect plan had been completed without our marriage being dissolved or us killing our child. Victory!

Next up – Our final Disney World day spent at Epcot.

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