Stringbean&Wingnut
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2010
Originally, when making the plan for today, I had thought that we would go to Animal Kingdom (which had EMH), then to AKL for dinner.
Like moths to a flame, we went to Epcot instead.
Since we hadn't been to Epcot a lot this trip , we decided to go on a few rides in Future World on our way to the bus stops.
Who else loves the Fountain of Nations?
Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Am I the only person who thinks the fish with the flashlight on its head is a bit terrifying? (yes, I know it's not a flashlight)
We then went over to Spaceship Earth, which could use a tad more comfortable seating, but I love it anyways. I don't adore the new version (I miss the old ending, where in the future we'd be able to talk on computers), but I am relieved that they left in the Burning of Rome scent.
That's a make or break factor for me right there.
Although, I am a sucker for a fun little touch screen game.
I didn't take the ears off before taking the ride picture, so that's why I have an odd-shaped head.
Wingnut and I landed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, which is pretty close to the exact opposite of where we actually live.
I love Epcot I love Epcot I love Epcot I love Epcot
Kind of blurry, but I like this one
Wingnut and I then made our way out of Epcot, but not before I coerced him into stopping for another Photopass.
To the bus stops we went, luckily, Animal Kingdom Lodge is one of the closer ones. You already know the saga of how we're onto the trickery of the bus system there, so us experts were sure to stay on until the second stop. We shivered our way down to Boma (when oh when will it be warmer?), again reassuring Wingnut that we could stop at the gift shop on the way out (he's especially fond of aquatic themes).
Boma was, not surprisingly, packed. Like squished-room only in the lobby, the Victoria's Fall lounge was full, and so we took the buzzer back up to the lobby, where I began to comment that I wish we were there to dine at Jiko again (only once. Maybe twice.).
Wingnut agreed, but he was super-psyched to be eating at Boma again (we had gone the previous year with my parents). Admittedly, especially on this night, I was the teensiest bit unenthusiastic about going to Boma. I was exhausted, and a buffet involves movement. And I knew I was going to have to think while up at the buffet, and remember the dishes I was able to have.
I didn't tell any of this to Wingnut, since I knew how jazzed he was. But AHHH JIKO WAS SOOO CLOSE.
And yet.
So far.
Anyways, our buzzer eventually went off (I'd say it took close to 45 minutes), and we went back downstairs.
We didn't know it, but we were about to be in the hands of the most wonderful chef of our trip.
The photo of my meal bears reposting, simply because I am still amazed by it.
After dinner, we were pretty much stuffed and exhausted, so we decided to take a cab back to the Yacht Club. An excellent decision, we were back at the hotel in no time.
Climbing the stairs (who am I kidding, I'm sure we took the elevator up that one floor), I remembered the towel Cinderella Castle/Sydney Opera House I had left that morning. Would the Mousekeeper have taken the bait? Or made another towel Mickey head and returned all of the hand towels to their rightful, albeit boring, positions on the sink?
...
...
...
(it was a long walk, we were tired)
...
Yay!!!!!!!
We got a sun, an elephant, and a little base for Stitch to stand on. I was very happy. Wingnut was relieved I wouldn't resort to attempting to recreate the Taj Mahal out of towels the next morning.
Or would I...????
Like moths to a flame, we went to Epcot instead.
Since we hadn't been to Epcot a lot this trip , we decided to go on a few rides in Future World on our way to the bus stops.
Who else loves the Fountain of Nations?
Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Am I the only person who thinks the fish with the flashlight on its head is a bit terrifying? (yes, I know it's not a flashlight)
We then went over to Spaceship Earth, which could use a tad more comfortable seating, but I love it anyways. I don't adore the new version (I miss the old ending, where in the future we'd be able to talk on computers), but I am relieved that they left in the Burning of Rome scent.
That's a make or break factor for me right there.
Although, I am a sucker for a fun little touch screen game.
I didn't take the ears off before taking the ride picture, so that's why I have an odd-shaped head.
Wingnut and I landed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, which is pretty close to the exact opposite of where we actually live.
I love Epcot I love Epcot I love Epcot I love Epcot
Kind of blurry, but I like this one
Wingnut and I then made our way out of Epcot, but not before I coerced him into stopping for another Photopass.
To the bus stops we went, luckily, Animal Kingdom Lodge is one of the closer ones. You already know the saga of how we're onto the trickery of the bus system there, so us experts were sure to stay on until the second stop. We shivered our way down to Boma (when oh when will it be warmer?), again reassuring Wingnut that we could stop at the gift shop on the way out (he's especially fond of aquatic themes).
Boma was, not surprisingly, packed. Like squished-room only in the lobby, the Victoria's Fall lounge was full, and so we took the buzzer back up to the lobby, where I began to comment that I wish we were there to dine at Jiko again (only once. Maybe twice.).
Wingnut agreed, but he was super-psyched to be eating at Boma again (we had gone the previous year with my parents). Admittedly, especially on this night, I was the teensiest bit unenthusiastic about going to Boma. I was exhausted, and a buffet involves movement. And I knew I was going to have to think while up at the buffet, and remember the dishes I was able to have.
I didn't tell any of this to Wingnut, since I knew how jazzed he was. But AHHH JIKO WAS SOOO CLOSE.
And yet.
So far.
Anyways, our buzzer eventually went off (I'd say it took close to 45 minutes), and we went back downstairs.
We didn't know it, but we were about to be in the hands of the most wonderful chef of our trip.
The photo of my meal bears reposting, simply because I am still amazed by it.
After dinner, we were pretty much stuffed and exhausted, so we decided to take a cab back to the Yacht Club. An excellent decision, we were back at the hotel in no time.
Climbing the stairs (who am I kidding, I'm sure we took the elevator up that one floor), I remembered the towel Cinderella Castle/Sydney Opera House I had left that morning. Would the Mousekeeper have taken the bait? Or made another towel Mickey head and returned all of the hand towels to their rightful, albeit boring, positions on the sink?
...
...
...
(it was a long walk, we were tired)
...
Yay!!!!!!!
We got a sun, an elephant, and a little base for Stitch to stand on. I was very happy. Wingnut was relieved I wouldn't resort to attempting to recreate the Taj Mahal out of towels the next morning.
Or would I...????