"....but.....We Have These Blue Bands...."
...we wanted to check out more of Diagon Alley and go exploring since we knew our time was limited, being it was Halloween and a grand celebration was about to be had all over this park, so we scurried back to Hogwarts Express to catch the next ride. As we walked along the queue towards the station, several workers carrying those paper wristbands approached us, letting us know that we could linger in US until 6PM and that this would allow us to return to Diagon Alley to board HE once more in the event that we ventured past London - basically, it insured entrance so that we could ride HE to return to IoA. We knew that we were running out of time and that the Simpsons/MiB area would be out of the question, so we, instead, opted to seek out some minions:
....as we exited this attraction [which was quite entertaining, BTW] we noticed the increase in park patrons - most of them dressed, well, uhhhh, in most 'interesting' ways....we high-tailed it back to London, just passing the added barricades that weren't there when we had left this area....
...we proceeded down the now-eery street of Diagon Alley as the waning sun cast long shadows across the buildings, wishing to sample some of that cool confection known as ice cream, at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour. The line was, not surprisingly, out the door, but it was quick-moving and well worth the wait. We continued to meander in and out of several shops,
...noticing that many park-goers had already vacated to other parts of the park or simply left altogether. I also noticed that Ron was clearing his throat quite a bit, and attributed it to the coldness of the ice cream. He also sneezed several times - we joked that he was allergic to theme parks, and fun in general....

By this time, the barricades were fully blocked by the park workers and we were no longer allowed to pass through US. Of course, the only way out was via Hogwarts Express, but as we entered, an insolent young worker stopped us in our tracks and demanded that we produce our park-to-park passes. Turns out, Jean had discarded his [

] but we tried to explain that we had these blue bands on our wrists which were given to us by the workers at IoA. So, our dilemma was, do we walk through US to the exit to leave, or do we ride HE once more to exit via IoA? Jean became so insensed that he merely walked right past her; we followed in his wake. Really, how would we have even gotten those wristbands hadn't we been at Hogsmeade Station?
....we fought the ever-growing evening crowd as we were leaving US/IoA: Ron was especially anxious, since now he began to complain that he felt somewhat drained and that his throat was bothering him, so we searched for the nearest CVS, where he purchased some aspirin and throat lozenges....calling it a day, we shared a bottle of wine back at AKL, walked our friends to the lobby entrance, and wished them a safe return home, since they would be driving back home around 11AM the next morning.....meanwhile, the rumor of a party at our house resurfaced due to an abrupt call from our DS, so yet another damper had been thrown on our fun-filled day, along with the inevitable fact that Ron was getting sick, which, of course, wasn't helped by the gradual drop in temperature as the evening wore on....
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