I remember back in the day when a vacation in Florida meant shooters in a test tube and watching the sun rise over the beer pong table. Now it means a rushed cup of bad coffee and watching the damn sun rise because you have 90 minutes of driving to do.
We get our 3 S's out of the way, wake Scooner - who was not too happy to be out of bed - and do the eat-chitchat-hug leg of our hug-eat-play-chitchat-sleep-eat-chitchat-hug plan.
We are on the road at 7:30 and see the skyline of Orlando by 9. Minutes later, we are greeted by Mr. & Mrs. Big Cheese themselves...
We drive directly to CSR and I run inside to check-in and choose from my ticket options. And by choose I mean that Sophie's choice was a freakin' cakewalk.
I had been exhausting myself for weeks trying to figure out the best option for us. The room package included tickets, but how many did we need? You could buy just the 3 days, but for only a few bucks more you can have 7 days. And for only a few bucks more than that, you can add no expiration and have them for the next trip. And for a few bucks more than that, you can have 10 days. And for a few more bucks than that, you can get water parks. Even though you've only been to water parks twice in 25 trips, who cares! It's only $50 for 10 days of Kevin Stringer in a speedo.
So you know what I ended up buying. And if I have to choose between my new ticket and Scooner, sorry hon. Clive (as in Owen - my new 10 day, no-expiry, water parks, park-hopper pass) is my new favorite.
Out to the car and off to Epcot!
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! We're here!
We park, yank the stroller out, slap the baby into said stroller, and haul tail toward Epcot. Strollin' and Boozin' 2008 is about to commence!
Once past the turnstiles, we have a giggle as we pass all the fools waiting in a 20-minute line for SE and head right to Innoventions. We never go in there but I had a feeling Scooner would enjoy it. So, we spent some time in there jumping, banging, and...
flashing. She gets that from my side.
We get a picture with old school Mickey...
and head out to find our "friend", Beverly. You remember mommy's friend Beverly, right honey? heehee!
Always fun to screw with your children. Am I right, am I right?
Time to leave the Coke plant. After all, there isn't a lot of booze in it.
After we leave Beverly, we run across these folks. Can't remember their names, but they remind me of the Imagination Movers on the Disney Channel.
Kory and Scooner take a load off and play the old game "You Can Only Play with These Because We're at Disney". Similar to "You Can Only Eat That Because We're at Disney" and "You Can Only Stay up This Late Because We're at Disney".
Hot snot, is that the time? 10:59 - we're running late! We should already be in the WS! Can we make up for lost time? I'll guess we'll have to double fist it. Hurry Scooner!
We made it over to the WS...
and go straight to the F&WF souvenir kiosk. We pick up a gift/debit card and put $75 on it. That should last most people all week. Us? 24 hours. We're not here to look pretty you know.
First stop is Morocco. We dine on a Chicken Brewat Roll and Kory enjoys a Casa Beer.
Not too bad. Spicey, but not so hot that Scooner couldn't enjoy a bite.
Next stop on the tour is Japan where we order the Spicey Tuna Roll and a Kirin.
Yum, yum and more yum. I've only had a better STR at one other place, so this one got high marks from me. Scooner wants no part of my STR, and I could tell she was feeling a bit left out of all the festivities, so I offer her a soy sauce shooter. I appreciate that they put it into a toddler-friendly packet.
Beef Medallions with Cheese Polenta from San Francisco...
and the Sam Adams Festival Beer rounds out Phase 1 of our 47 Phase Strollin' & Boozin' plan.
On our way to adorable Pearville Fair to frolick in it's fruitiness, we are approached by a CM.
"At 11:15, there is a Jew Seminar for your little one."
"Oh, thanks," I tell him, then turn to Kory. "Wait, did he say Jew seminar? Who goes to a Jew seminar at a wine festival?"
A confused Kory to me, "I hope it's not in Germany."
"I think he said juice. That makes more sense. Wait, who goes to a juice seminar at a wine festival?"
Perplexed, but buzzed so we don't give a flip, we spend a few minutes at the Pearville Fair.
You have no idea how glad I am she was a c-section baby.
Whoa, that soy sauce shooter when right to my head!
Kory innocently points out that since we are right next to the Sam Adams beer tasting, it would be a shame not to partake. So I offer to stroll around with Scooner while he tastes some beer. And by offer I mean he ran off while my back was turned.
Up next, more Day 1 - "Mommy, there's a monkey on my back and his name is Cheese Quesadilla!"