I went to Disney World.
And omg it was so incredibly awesome. The four of us gracefully leapt through the turnstiles (or somehow managed to clumsily fumble our junk through them without getting caught in between the bars because that's totally embarrassing....not that it's ever happened to me. Okay, maybe once. Or twice.) into the Magic Kingdom and instantly turned into the 6-year-old versions of ourselves, complete with Cinderella outfit and crown.
Now, let me just tell you...going to Disney World with the most obsessed girl on the planet has it's positives (yes, that's you WF). Read below...
- We had a military-styled plan of execution for our every step. Whether it was going to Space Mountain upon entrance to get our fast passes or hitting one of the better shows exactly 2 minutes and 47 seconds before the clouds started moving in. Yes. It was that serious.
- WF acted as house historian/vacation planner/tour guide/that always weird person full of random knowledge that leaves you thinking how in the world does she even know this? throughout the day. Kind of nice. I now know more about the place where dreams come true than probably 90% of my age bracket.
- She knew where every bathroom was in the entire park. I really don't have to elaborate on this, because if you know me at all, you know that if my bladder size were compared to a food group, it'd rank somewhere between a green pea and a brussel sprout. Don't judge me.
Everything went swimmingly. We hit up EPCOT on Monday to avoid the Magic Kingdom/Memorial Day crowd, and toured each of the worlds ('cept Canada, cause who really cares that much, eh?), bought entirely too much stuff, ate constantly and figured out that Norwegian people are, like, seriously gorgeous. All of them. It's just not right.
Tuesday, we slept in, went to the pool - which had a 125 foot waterslide BY THE WAY - and drank fruity drinks while we got our tan on. I don't know about you, but I have a good feeling that heaven will be something like this experience when I get there.
Tuesday night (p.s. I'm sitting here thinking about how long this post is going to be right now...sorry in advance, but it will be fabulous), we ate at the Rainforest Cafe and did a little shopping downtown, where I got a free sketch of Mickey. That's a story for another time, though, because I don't really want to shine the spotlight on my awesome people skills, we're talking about Mickey here.
Wednesday was Magic Kingdom, and what a kingdom of magic it was. We did all of our favorites rides once, if not twice, got really tired at about 3 pm, died a little, and then got our second burst of energy (thanks to the fact that DISNEY IS BUILDING A NEW AREA IN THE PARK STRICTLY FOR THE PRINCESSES FROM EACH MOVIE. Scream!) and finished out the day watching shows, eating more, and riding Space Mountain one more time....with WF howling in my ear the entire time.
It was definitely a trip for the books.
Now, not everything could be completely perfect, so I did lose my mind at about the 5 hour mark of our trip home and gained a pound or two and forgot my pillow, but hey, whatever, dude. We went to Disney. End of story.
Oh and I so didn't make out with Aladdin. For the record.
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