When last I left you, dear reader, I had a date with the Winchester Brothers and stayed up until almost 2 am watching episodes when I should have been sleeping... ahem.
Our story picks up with Thursday morning. I had two dates lined up for the day.
In the morning, my friend Peri from high school came to hang out. She lives nearby, and her kids are at school so we burned the day happily together. Peri and I (I think) were last in the same place at the same time in, I'm not kidding, 1985? Maybe? I don't recall.
Anyway, we had a blast, we took a drive over to Downtown Disney on a bright and beautiful morning. We ate an early lunch at Raglan Road Irish pub, talked about kids with learning disabilities (we each have one), food and cooking and cuisine, travel and fun, how one lands where one lives, weather, old friends and what it is like to live this close to Disney World.
We walked all about Downtown Disney, probably 2 miles. After Wednesday's walk total of 5 miles of walking, remember that my feet are killing me. but ... we were having fun and I was powering through it.
Peri and I went back to my hotel, sat by the lagoon and talked more about parents who suck and how they make their kids grow up to suck. And how that totally sucks.
It truly felt like we've never been apart there for a such a long time. We both love our unique weird boys, and it is truly so lovely to connect with someone who sees their kid exactly how I see my kid.
After Peri left, my cousin Teri (yes, they rhyme. My friend and my family member rhyme, which confused the hell out of my husband) arrived and we had fun catching up.
We decided to take a walk (again, the feet!) and did about 3/4 of a mile before Doug called to let me know he was back at our room and ready to go to dinner. Teri and I trekked back, and we talked about where would be best to go for dinner. She had never been to Disney, and we weren't sure where we could go that had stuff for us to see, would be a good amount of time, and would be free.
We knew about the Boardwalk from the night before, but wanted to see somewhere different. Well, 2/3 of our group didn't know about Downtown Disney so we headed there.
Thing was, 5pm and only one restaurant had any availability! Everything else was booked. Stupid Disney!
So we booked a seat at Cap'n Jack's and headed over in Teri's car. We made it over in plenty of time and enjoyed more walking (oh.my.god.my.FEET! They were hurting so bad that now my shins hurt).
We enjoyed lots of sights, sounds and people, and had a great dinner. So much fun. Doug was incredibly gracious as he has never met Teri (I think he did one time but he says no). We again walked all over the place, again with the painful feet, and Teri hit the road for her ride home just before sunset.
Doug and I checked out the House of Blues, Splitsville (I wanted to go in but my feet wouldn't let me) and Cirque de Soleil (seriously folks, how many shows do these people have? it used to be SPECIAL. But I feel like they've totally jumped a shark or at least tight-roped over one).
Not taking any walks/hikes for the entire winter, wow was my body sore.
We lounged in the hot tub for about 45 minutes and decided to walk back to our room. On the way back, one of my blisters broke, painfully and violently. I thought I might die. The adorable British concierge happily gave me band aids and rendered first aid (so cute) and I slept like I was dead. Well, after one or two episodes of Supernatural.
Doug went conferencing again Friday morning. I nursed my feet, drank coffee, edited photos, emailed people. Tried to write this journal entry but the Disney WiFi network told me my website was R rated and violated the standards use for their policies. That made me honestly laugh. Seriously, yo...
Yeah, and Hannah Montana is one of your employees. Nice.
Doug got back and we had passes to go to any park we wanted after 4pm. Kind of lame, but free so ... no complaints there. We had three hours to kill so ... pool. Swimming. Floating. Sunning. Enjoying. Just enough time to pick up some sun and not get fried half to death.
Then... to Animal Kingdom.
I didn't want to go to Magic Kingdom because as much as I was enjoying myself, it kind of freaks me out. There would be a million people there, and screaming children, and so many creepy characters in their costumes coming up to me and being all "hey! friendly character! woo!" and I'd run away screaming from them. The only thing I really felt compelled to see there would be the Castle. Anything else... not interested really.
Doug doesn't like Epcot. He thinks it is for 70 year olds who still are fascinated by "the future." We thought the test track for some chevy car thing where you could drive at speeds up to 65 miles an hour was ridiculous. I drive at speeds up to 90 miles an hour on 128 on a daily basis. How lame.
Which really left Animal Kingdom. Now, we've gone to so many animal parks in our time. So. Many. I have to say this one was pretty nice. There weren't nearly as many actual animals as I would like to see in an Animal Park, compared to shops and stores and stuff, but ... overall, the presentation was gorgeous, the layout was lovely. There was a sudden thunderstorm shortly after we got there and we snuck into the "It's Tough To Be A Bug" show, which was funnier and cuter than I thought it would be, and we rode out the storm. Coming out we found the park had pretty much emptied out. We walked up into "Africa" and enjoyed being there with very few people.
We walked to "Asia" and really enjoyed the presentation and details put into that area. It was lovely. ... and then...
And Doug wants to go on it and wants me to go with him.
I hate roller coasters. I get vertigo easily. I do not want to get sick or poop my pants. But he's jumping up and down and saying that we have to go. A park employee (excuse me, cast member) hands us a Fast Pass ticket (the wait for non-fast pass was 20 minutes) and tells Doug "I like your smile! here's a fast pass!"
So Doug grabs my hand and we go through and we get on the very next car when we get down there. It is now pouring out. And we're on a roller coaster, zipping around to our death.
In all reality it was fun. I didn't poop my pants, I didn't even scream. It didn't have any straight forward drop face first plummet thing that I hate. Going backwards in the advanced darkness wasn't a problem. And we never went upside down.
Not a bad trip.
Then, Doug wants to go down the water float ride. We are already wet from riding the roller coaster so ... why not go get more wet. Sure. Sun is setting, it's windy and cold, but hey. You're in Florida and everyone else at home is wearing fleece jackets while you're wearing shorts.
We go for it. We ride it twice. It was fun. And we got soaked to the bone. Doug got me a sweatshirt from the gift shop, and we enjoyed our walk back to the shuttle with me being exhausted but nice and warm.
Dinner was at the Maya Grill at our hotel and it was overall the most disappointing meal of the trip. There was way too much food, but it wasn't really flavorful, just salty. The sangria was nice, and I drank a little too much of it and felt bloated and sick. I didn't sleep well or much, and when the alarm went off at 3:45 am I was already up packing.
Our flight was at 7:30am, and I've made a mental note to never ever in a million years make an early flight out like that. Getting to the shuttle bus for 4:30am was a huge pain. I was still full from dinner and sick to my stomach. My feet were killing me. I needed another couple hours of relaxing and laying back... maybe by a pool.
We were home by noon, I was napping by 1.
It was a good trip. I feel like I need to do it again. I have a lot of thoughts about the "Disney Experience" as it were, but will try and articulate them later.
All the photos are up on Flickr if you would like to see them.