DECEMBER 10, 2011
Day 6, Part 3 In Which I Give Up On Vodka
Where I last left off, my mom and I were filled to the brim with delicious food from Les Chefs de France and I was still in a daze from the love spell that was cast on me when I met our waiter. That experience, however, was really nothing compared to what happened with another gorgeous French CM a bit later... but that's a story for later on in the update.
We stayed in France for awhile... a long while, actually. We were just hanging out, wearing berets, smoking, eating baguettes. You know, French stuff.
Morocco is right next to France, and that's the pavilion I think we'd spent the least amount of time in overall, so we went over and explored there. Again, for awhile. We were just chillin'. Not worried about getting from attraction to attraction. Relaxing... It was quite nice.
It's lovely in Morocco. The shops here are all connected and seemed to go on and on. The whole thing kinda just looks like a giant hookah den which is AWESOME! I went to a hookah bar for the first time last year and it was weird but pretty cool.
Of course I had to take a picture of the lamps! Aladdin
Agrahbah! Why there is not an Aladdin ride in this pavilion is BEYOND ME. Why there is no Aladdin ride ANYWHERE except for the carbon copy of Dumbo in Adventureland is beyond me!! Aladdin is one of the best movies of all time! I really don't understand why there aren't any good Aladdin attractions. I hear the show at
Disneyland is amazing, though. I wish they would bring it to WDW.
Sigh... such a flawless movie. And an amazing prince. Aladdin and Eric were always my favorite princes, but I must admit that Eugene Fitzherbert gave them some competition....my perfect man.
I really want to go to Casablanca someday! If I don't, I feel i'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... but soon, and for the rest of my life.
I love these lamps! I think I may get one on my next trip.
I believe my mom bought some cute jewelry and a scarf here, and then we went right back to France so that I could finally try the famous GREY GOOSE SLUSHIE!
Before we got over to the stand, I spotted Belle and the Beast and I instantly started singing. This is not a rare occurrence for me, I sing all the time kinda like a real life princess!
I was singing the reprise of the song Belle, which is one of my favorite Disney songs. There may have been some twirling involved, but who can be sure? I was just in my own world. Then, all of a sudden I turn and I saw a CM walking by who stopped right in front of me and smiled.
I was snapped back to reality because he was CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE. Oh man. And then, as if right on cue, he said, "What a beautiful voice you have, Princess," BOWED HIS HEAD, and kept walking.
I woke up about 3 days later.
SO I wanted to meet more characters on this trip, but the Belle & Beast line was really long, so we just headed back to France because it holds two of life's greatest wonders: hot guys and alcohol!
I ordered the orange Grey Goose Slushie. Now, I am not a big fan of vodka. Well, let's be real, I am. But I'm not a big fan of the taste, because jesus. You know what I'm talking about. A cocktail with vodka in it has to be REALLY good for me to like it, so I only drink them occasionally. I was assured by MANY a disser that
this was THE drink to have at Disney, and being that it was my first trip being 21, I knew I had to try it!
So I take a sip and instantly I was in love. It didn't even taste very much like alcohol, it just tasted like an orange creamsicle with a little bit of a kick. As I continued to drink, though, the taste of alcohol got stronger and stronger, and combined with the orange creamsicle taste... ooooh I did not like it. Oh, I did not like it at all.
Later, I was talking to my friend who said that the alcohol immediately starts draining out of the slush once they put it in the glass, that's why they have to keep the mixers constantly on in the slushie machines. Duh, I don't know why I didn't realize that. So the top ends up not being strong at all while the bottom is a good ol' pool of the hard stuff.
My mom had to use the bathroom, so she headed back to Morocco. I stayed in France, staring out on the lagoon, trying to finish my drink even though I wasn't thrilled with it.
As if on cue, the CUUUUUUTE French CM who called me Princess walked by and spotted me. I kind of did a dorky "oh hey" nod, and luckily I didn't spill my drink or fall over or anything else embarrassing.
So he comes over to me and we started chatting about where we're both from and stuff like that. I wondered what his job was, because he seemed to just be wandering around flirting with people. I was not complaining and I think Disney should hire more people with the sole purpose of doing this.
He asked how my slushie was and I told him I was going to give up on vodka. I declared this while drinking vodka, so I don't know how convincing I was. I told him how I love sipping on wine and champagne, but when it comes to vodka, sipping on it feels like slowly killing yourself which made him cringe a little. LOL. Sometimes I forget that people I just meet are not used to my blunt way of speaking. He laughed though, and said he liked my "off color" language. Well, all right.
I kept getting distracted during our conversation because his eyes were like pools of Heaven. I did tell him, though, that me swearing off vodka did not include jello shots. He wasn't even sure what I meant!!!! WHAT. When learning English, "jello shots" should be one of the first things they teach you. At least, I hope it was just the language barrier. If he just genuinely doesn't know what jello shots are... I don't even want to think about it. That would just be too sad!!!!!
My mom came back and was instantly like "OH HIIIII" in that mom tone as soon as she saw the gorgeous Frenchman. He introduced himself and they started talking and I started downing my drink.
Then, he excused himself, saying to us "Stay here, I will be right back."
In my mind I was like, "Stay? I WILL STAY FOREVER. I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU, MY LOVE."
Out loud I said, "Okay."
So we just hung out over there for awhile, drinking and soaking in the atmosphere. I took one last big gulp of the Grey Goose Slushie and chased it with water immediately. I'm sure the face I made once that went down was super attractive.
Again, as if on cue, he comes back and I notice he is carrying two glasses.
HE WAS BRINGING OVER CHAMPAGNE FOR MY MOM AND I!!!!!!!!!
HOW SWEET IS THAT!!!! LIKE ARE YOU JOKING
I remember him saying something like "Hopefully, this will make up for your dislike of the unsatisfying drink," except, you know, in that magnificent French accent of his. I *loved* the way this guy spoke, you don't even know.
We thanked him over and over and chatted a bit longer. He told me exactly where he worked and said that I should go there if we were back in Epcot during our trip. I was like,*If* we were back in Epcot? We'll probably never leave!
He also said that he was going back to France at the end of the month and that he didn't want to, and as soon as he could come back to Disney, he was going to. I find that really common with the World Showcase CMs I meet. They are all from these magnificent cities around the world and yet they all wanna be in Disney. Now what does that tell you?
At one point he asked me what the time was and I looked down at my phone to see that it had been OVER THREE HOURS since our ADR at Le Chefs! LOL.
That's what happens when you eat good French food, sing and twirl around, meet gorgeous French men, and drink delicious French champagne. It was an Epcot time slip, and it couldn't have been more wonderful!
Up next: Will we finally leave France?
Thank you for informing me of this because I clearly had no idea.
Trust me... I've got some stories. LOL
..... now I know why my wife always insists on making at least one ADR in France! It's okay...next time I will just leave her with you two in France while I go to Morocco. What time is the next belly dancer set to perform? 
Oh and yeah, I gotta give you major props for just bursting out singing in public, I sort of whisper when I do that for fear of ridicule. Those are the times, I wish social cues were a bit more... lenient (; haha
I would actually cry if I lost Angel and I'm 27 I refuse to grow up as well! Growing up is boring! 
I agree... growing up is boring!
