Lauren and I just got back from our stay at the Beach Club and - one word - “Fun-o-rama”. I’ll be blathering on about this trip for weeks, which was about 99.99% great.

We’d never stayed at the Beach Club before but have now added it to the list of approved resorts that are safe for trips with Brian (he won’t hate it - it’s nice.) The service and the atmosphere compare favorably to that of non-WDW hotels in the same price range and its proximity to EPCOT (5 min walk) makes it a keeper.

I have just the one complaint.

It’s not a Beach Club specific complaint so much as a WDW resort in general complaint and I want to know just one thing: Why does Disney want us to go to bed so early?

So we get back to our room after Mickey’s Not So Very Scary Halloween party (so much fun!) about midnight and feel like having a drink. We should have known better than to hope that the Beach Club’s lounge, Martha’s Vineyard, would be open at midnight on a weekend because like all other resort lounges we’ve encountered at WDW, it seems to rather reluctantly exist in the land of wholesome fun.

So we think, “OK, we’ll go to the snack bar and get a couple of beers from the cooler.” The snack bar at the Polynesian is open all night, but not the Beach Clubs - apparently. So, no beers. And there’s no minibar, remember, so unless we want to leave the resort we are not going to be having a drink.

At this point I’m just wanting something out of pure spite and I tell Lauren I’m going to the laundry room and getting something from the vending machines, which wouldn’t accept our bills or our credit cards. I had enough change for a bag of  Doritos and isn’t that just a little sad? Eating Doritos in the laundry room at midnight?

At this point in my rant I will renew my displeasure that WDW does not offer pay for view in the rooms - so there was nothing on TV but a Lifetime movie I’ve seen half dozen times (cheating husband, private eye wife - you know the one. Hey, it’s great, but I wanted something different.)

It’s as if Disney says to us, “Just go to bed!  No, you don’t need a snack,  you had a nice dinner. And you don’t need a cocktail either. You should just turn off the TV and get some sleep for your magical day tomorrow.”

OK, so we could have called room service or maybe even gotten some local company to deliver.  And there’s always the possibility that Disney knows best and I should just go to bed. I suppose.