Disney World this time around was... interesting. Nancy and I originally planned to just spend the day at Epcot. We wanted to go on Soarin' and Test Track and drink our way around the world. We got there as the park opened and joined the stampede for Soarin', which was, as usual, amazing. It is so peaceful and relaxing; I could go on it all day. There's this part where you swoop down over the ocean, and I could have sworn my bare feet were going to get wet. As soon as we got off, we got Fast Passes to go on it again later. After Soarin' we did Test Track, then got margaritas in Mexico to begin our day of drinking. It felt strange to say, "Good morning, I'll have a strawberry margarita please." We had pastries in Norway and went on the Norway ride (which Nancy loves), looked in the shops for a little while, then headed back to Mexico for a lunch we were very excited about. It was here that the day started to go downhill/become interesting. My margarita had just made me very sleepy, so I didn't want to drink anymore. We thought the restaurant inside Mexico was so pretty that we just had to eat there, and the food was terrible and overpriced. I guess you pay for the atmosphere, which was wasted since Nancy and I are not lesbians.
At this point, we decided we were done with everything Epcot had to offer and wanted to visit the Magic Kingdom. After paying $50 to upgrade to Park Hopper passes (in addition to the $75 we spent to get into Epcot), we hopped on the monorail. We had seats, but there were some people that had to stand. Holding the pole right in front of me was a little girl, probably about 7 years old, with tangled blonde hair and lots of gaudy jewelry. A couple minutes into our ride, she hooked her leg around that pole and started dancing. She was seriously doing a stripper routine almost in my lap. Nancy was pretending to look out the window and trying to contain her laughter. I tried to look everywhere but at the girl. I didn't want to laugh because that would encourage the behavior to continue. I'm dying to know- had she seen this somewhere, or was that just instinct kicking in? I can't believe her mom didn't say anything to her. It was just so inappropriate. In complete contrast, there was an adorable little brunette sitting across from us who sat like a little angel. She had obviously visited the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique; she was dressed as Cinderella and had her hair in a bun with glitter. I had to tell her when we got off the monorail that she looked just like Cinderella. I wish adults could also visit the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. Wouldn't it be fun if mothers and daughters could dress up like princesses together?
The Magic Kingdom was delightful, as usual. We went on Snow White, Dumbo, Small World, Mickey's Philharmagic, Winnie the Pooh, and Buzz Lightyear. We also went on Peter Pan, which required an hour and a half wait. Nancy looked ready to stab me, and I didn't blame her. What made things worse was the family behind us- there was a little boy about 3 years old who kept grabbing my ass. Also, someone near us had a baby with a dirty diaper. Ugh. But Peter Pan is one of my favorite rides and movies. My mom loves the movie, too. When she was little, she jumped off the top of her basement stairs trying to fly, thinking that all she needed was faith and trust and a little bit of pixie dust. What she ended up with was stitches.
After Buzz Lightyear, we'd just about had our fill of magic for the day. We'd been on some of our favorite rides, and we saw the fireworks (which always make me so happy). All that was left was shopping. I was really excited to go to the big store on Main St. I left Nancy outside for a while as I fought the crowds and ended up with a really cute organic tote bag and a new pin for my lanyard. Nancy met me by the cash register, where we observed a man picking his nose and eating it. What was really disturbing was that he did this while reading a parade schedule for the day. After reading the schedule, he placed it back in the holder on the counter. Ew! We informed the cashier that he might want to throw all those schedules away, but I don't think he wanted to touch them. He rewarded us with stickers, however. Nancy received one for her vigilance (she's the one who spotted the nose picker), and me for going green with my organic bag. When we emerged from the shop, the castle was lit up more beautifully than I'd ever seen it, and it was snowing! I wanted to pause and have a magical moment, but Nancy had been sitting outside getting stepped on for the past half hour, and she'd had enough magic for the day. I guess 14 hours was long enough.
All in all, a lovely day.
At this point, we decided we were done with everything Epcot had to offer and wanted to visit the Magic Kingdom. After paying $50 to upgrade to Park Hopper passes (in addition to the $75 we spent to get into Epcot), we hopped on the monorail. We had seats, but there were some people that had to stand. Holding the pole right in front of me was a little girl, probably about 7 years old, with tangled blonde hair and lots of gaudy jewelry. A couple minutes into our ride, she hooked her leg around that pole and started dancing. She was seriously doing a stripper routine almost in my lap. Nancy was pretending to look out the window and trying to contain her laughter. I tried to look everywhere but at the girl. I didn't want to laugh because that would encourage the behavior to continue. I'm dying to know- had she seen this somewhere, or was that just instinct kicking in? I can't believe her mom didn't say anything to her. It was just so inappropriate. In complete contrast, there was an adorable little brunette sitting across from us who sat like a little angel. She had obviously visited the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique; she was dressed as Cinderella and had her hair in a bun with glitter. I had to tell her when we got off the monorail that she looked just like Cinderella. I wish adults could also visit the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. Wouldn't it be fun if mothers and daughters could dress up like princesses together?
The Magic Kingdom was delightful, as usual. We went on Snow White, Dumbo, Small World, Mickey's Philharmagic, Winnie the Pooh, and Buzz Lightyear. We also went on Peter Pan, which required an hour and a half wait. Nancy looked ready to stab me, and I didn't blame her. What made things worse was the family behind us- there was a little boy about 3 years old who kept grabbing my ass. Also, someone near us had a baby with a dirty diaper. Ugh. But Peter Pan is one of my favorite rides and movies. My mom loves the movie, too. When she was little, she jumped off the top of her basement stairs trying to fly, thinking that all she needed was faith and trust and a little bit of pixie dust. What she ended up with was stitches.
After Buzz Lightyear, we'd just about had our fill of magic for the day. We'd been on some of our favorite rides, and we saw the fireworks (which always make me so happy). All that was left was shopping. I was really excited to go to the big store on Main St. I left Nancy outside for a while as I fought the crowds and ended up with a really cute organic tote bag and a new pin for my lanyard. Nancy met me by the cash register, where we observed a man picking his nose and eating it. What was really disturbing was that he did this while reading a parade schedule for the day. After reading the schedule, he placed it back in the holder on the counter. Ew! We informed the cashier that he might want to throw all those schedules away, but I don't think he wanted to touch them. He rewarded us with stickers, however. Nancy received one for her vigilance (she's the one who spotted the nose picker), and me for going green with my organic bag. When we emerged from the shop, the castle was lit up more beautifully than I'd ever seen it, and it was snowing! I wanted to pause and have a magical moment, but Nancy had been sitting outside getting stepped on for the past half hour, and she'd had enough magic for the day. I guess 14 hours was long enough.
All in all, a lovely day.
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