I hope you’re bored with good photos, because today you get a veritable plethora of almost-but-not-quite-good pics. I don’t know why, but everything I shot today just seemed blah. Maybe because I was feeling off, I’d picked up a minor cold somewhere (imagine that, in a place teeming with virulent children and adults who have no concept of covering their mouth when they cough or sneeze). Anywhoo, we still managed to have a fun day, in spite of my lack of photography skills!
Another early morning rope drop for MK. I swear, the bag check is getting very serious these days, some of the security detail could get jobs with homeland security or the CIA if they wanted to. Today we chose a line with a sweet little old lady manning the station, thinking she’d be the fastest and least thorough. Wrong-o, this gal had us open every single zipper on our backpacks, including the Camelbak pouch section (we had to lift up the bladder so she could feel around behind). The lady next to us was required to open her tiny camera case and remove the camera. A gal ahead of us had cargo pants on, and she made her show what was in the cargo pocket at her side, I’ve never seen anyone be so thorough!
We are first at the rope and enjoy our side angle of the morning show, which I think is completely sappy but I really like for some reason. Mike ignores it. He also refuses to recognize that there is a ride called “It’s a Small World”. His cute only goes so far. However, he does really like Beauty and the Beast at Hollywood Studios, so there’s really no logic to it.
First ride is Peter Pan. If I could get out of bed every morning knowing that I was going to ride this ride, it would make waking up so much nicer. And here you have first proof of my less than stellar photo skills:
Next, its warm enough today, so we head over to Splash Mountain, where we are in line with a family from the UK who’s two little girls keep asking if they will get wet on the ride. The Dad keeps telling them “no”. I’m thinking this isn’t a smart parenting choice, given that every single person that they’ve seen walking away from the ride has wet hair, a wet crotch, or both. But hey, they’re not my kids, so we keep quiet. We end up seated behind them in the log (they’re 3rd and 4th row, we’re back).
After seeing Brer Fox put Brer Bear through many embarrassingly painful situations:
We head towards the light:
And a massive splash at the bottom. The dad and his youngest daughter are SOAKED. I mean, completely dripping wet. She is crying. Mom and older daughter behind them also have completely wet heads. We are dry. Yep, Dad was wrong. Oh well, I’m sure they’re not scarred for life or anything – in fact, by the time we’ve walked to the photo station they’re all laughing at the silly photo of themselves so I guess it’s all good.
Next up is Indy Speedway. When we get to the front, they’ve just opened a new row of cars and they’re actually having people walk on the roadway to the next set of cars to speed up loading. I’m amazed that DW allows this, they’re usually so flippin’ careful about doing everything by the book. It was a little weird.
At least this pic’s in focus, but Mike looks like a dweeb – oh well, we won’t tell him I posted it online, okay?
We also get to see them starting the cars, and take a look under the hood:
Ooooh, nerd shot!!! This is a Subaru Robin engine, putting out a whopping 8.5hp (measured at the crank) from an over-richly-carbureted (that’s why they smell) over-head-valve four-stroke single-cylinder engine. Disney adds an auxiliary electric starter to them. I am sure you’re as thrilled as I am about all of this. Wait, why are you snoring?
Okay, I promise, no more engine nerd info! Here, here’s an ominous shot of the castle:
Better? Good. Sorry about that!
I love the Dorothea Redmond mosaics in the castle breezeway, and wish I could spend more time studying them, but this is always such a busy area, it’s not really conducive to standing around staring at things like it’s an art gallery.
Did you notice Cindy’s wicked stepsisters have different colored faces? One is supposed to be “red with anger”, and the other is “green with envy”. I love, love, love these details!!!
And speaking of details, aren’t these guys cool?
After time with Fantasyland, we head across to Tomorrowland to spend more time with Buzz and another of my personal favorites, People Mover. I can remember riding the Disneyland version of this with my parents when I was little, to me it’s like a smooth moving cushioned-seat trip back to childhood.
By this time, more folks are entering the park, and it’s time to head over to the Contemporary to steal some wi-fi waves and check on our Cat Camera. Yes, we have a Cat Camera, it’s a home security system that records video of our cats whenever they move around. Keeps the hubby sane knowing he can check up on them occasionally while we’re away. To me, it means a never ending search for wifi hotspots because we don’t have a smartphone. So, say ‘bye to Mickey and Minnie for today (note my gradually improving picture quality as the day progresses):
And hello to some Disneyfied opulence:
We settle in to a comfy sofa in an alcove on the 2nd floor and view the cats and take care of some email. Mike finds this cool vintage Ferris-wheel toy:
There are many neat antiques inside the Grand Floridian, including some vintage maps of Florida that we’d never noticed before. When we’re done wandering, we walk back to MK to catch the monorail to TTC.
I love this view of Space Mountain.
I gave Mike the option of HS or Epcot this afternoon, and he’s waffling on his choice. We’re actually halfway to the buses before he changes his mind and decides on Epcot instead of HS. I love being able to switch on the fly like this, I’ve got a small calendar I carry with us that shows green parks every day, so we don’t do something stupid like hop from a first recommended to a red park.
We get to Epcot around 2, and SSE is a walk on. Mike stops to talk to one of the CM’s at the entrance after he notices the guy is from Isle of Man. See, this island in the Irish sea has hosted an extremely popular motorcycle race since 1907 – it’s sort of the holy grail of motorcycle events. So of course we’ve got to stop and talk with him, he happens to be into bikes so we have fun chatting. Oh well, there I go all moto on you guys again, hm, nevermind. Well, here’s a pic:
After our ride on SSE, we are greeted with what will probably be our Christmas Card photo this year:
Yep, I think our parents would be proud. I email it to my brother and office so they can appreciate what idiots they hang around, and we head back towards World Showcase where Mike has a date with some Norwegian sweets. The pastry kind. Okay, I’ll admit, I think half his love for these things has to do with the cute servers.
As we’re leaving Kringla Mike notices the Kim Possible kiosk and says we should try it out. Of course, I feel like a bit of a dork doing this without kids, and of course, the CM makes us feel totally normal about it (yes, I love these people). We get Norway and have a fun time deciphering the clues and getting random things to happen, except Mike’s hogging the phone and won’t turn it over to me when he’s supposed to. Moooooom, make him give it uuuuup!!!
He finally lets me have it for our second mission in China, and we get a kick out of it too.
Wahoo, we saved the world!
We wander around a little more, and find this guy in Germany:
I love how he’s all Scotty’d out from the waist down, and all normal from the belt up.
We decide to call it an early evening so we can catch up on laundry, so we head back to the room.
There is nothing more depressing to me than a laundromat. It must be something about the dispair of having to share with strangers what most “normal” adults do in the privacy of their own home, or maybe I just hate the smell of 35 different detergents mixed with too-hot dryers? I don’t know. Anyway, the laundry room at Pop is small – there’s no chairs so everyone is standing around in each other’s way, and tonight we are treated to the antics of three small Brazilian boys who have apparently inhaled a 6-pack of energy drink then been brought into the laundry room to play while BOTH parents watch their clothes go round-and-round in the dryer. Sigh.
On the plus side, I am able to get in quite a bit of reading during my laundry-watching stint, and we will not need to wear dirty clothes again the entire trip. Yea!
Tomorrow will be our last full day at DW (with Tampa and Busch Gardens still to come), and I promise it’ll be more exciting than today. Really, it’s going to be easy to top a day of fuzzy photos and laundry.