I kind of meant to come back and post the other half last night... oops!!!
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On the way in to Epcot (man, who made the walk from the far parking lot to the main entrance so long? And who made the cop directing foot traffic so grumpy?), I stopped with my brother and used the gift card to buy him a 3rd day (he'd only had 2 days, since he joined my parents package). My parents went on ahead in to the park to get a locker, since we had gear for a 4am start and it was another gorgeous day.

Since it was 50-something at the 3am, I'd worn my capris, but I'd brought my hat and gloves and heavier weight coat. Same with my family, so my parents went ahead and rented a locker for all of us to ditch our stuff.
Next, we walked over to the Land and got FastPasses for Soarin'. Well, when I saw "walked" I sort of mean "my brother and I had to remember to slow down for my parents who didn't feel the need to race, quite like we did."

Then we stopped for breakfast (despite being 3 hours from lunch and up for 7 or 8 hours already), at the food court in the Land. My parents got a breakfast platter and complained about it (I should have paid more attention to this!). My brother and I split some interesting snack credits - a tomato & mozzarella salad and a container of two already peeled hard boiled eggs. That was a nice and healthy use of credits! I think, however, that was the last time I used my snack credits in a healthy manner. (where did whistling guy go? aha!)
Anyway, we had time before our Fastpasses, so we decided to go to Test Track and Mission: Space. Of course, we had to cross the marathon to do so. There were handlers there, at marked one way intersections (no joke!) who let us cross in small groups. While we were waiting, I started cheering for the runners (we were at mile 25ish) and the rest of the crowd did, too. It really perked those runners up! It's funny how in our own head space we tend to get. Everyone's goal was To Get To The Other Side, Dangit, but there was no disrespect meant towards the runner - they were just focused on their own goals! And I do mean perked the runners up - a few of them waved and said thanks!!
Mission: Space was walk-on, basically, for both sides. My brother had never been on it before, so we went on the intense side. My parents took what they called the wimp side and we met outside once it was done. The line for Test Track was also pretty short, but shorter as single riders, so we did it that way. It's kind of funny how many times they give you the speech of YOU WILL BE SEPARATED FROM YOUR PARTY. I guess people thought they could beat the system that way?
From there, we braved our way BACK across the marathon, which had thinned out considerably (and was now down to the pace where my dad pointed out that he hustled faster than the runners did... of course, mile 25 and 5.5hrs of running, but shhhh), and made our way back for Soarin'. I find this ride a bit overrated, but that's because I don't like seeing feet. To me, it takes a bit away from the ride.
I think we waited well over half an hour to get loaded, because someone had jumped out of their seat once the ride had started. We think. Something about Dumbo being out of his seat was announced over the intercom? Such is my luck - the last two trips, someone jumped out and ran into Ellen's Energy Adventure (I figured I'd get off easy, this time, since it was down for refurb! Alas!). My parents ended up having to calm down a woman next to them, who took the "boarding instructions" to mean it was going to be a thrill ride! Poor girl!!
Next, we opted to mosey on over to the Rose & Crown for our 1:30 lunch reservations. Jeremy was back at Epcot already, having taken a bus back to the finish line and then walking in from there (...after having run 26 miles. I dunno about you, but I'd be all about the shortcuts!). But then, Rose & Crown did NOT have our reservations. Uh-oh, I thought. Two cranky parents (aka old people, when did that happen?), a marathoner, my brother and myself. Could this end well?
*insert wide area of space for faux suspense!!*
*lets the reader off the suspending!*
Yes, yes it could. We were quoted a 20 minute wait time but were seated within 5 (J was still moseying when we were getting seated). Wow! On the day that had seemed so busy? And we got outside lakeview seats! Our waitress, as seems to be my luck there, was terrible. Our food was pretty good, though. I got the Shepherd's Pie, which was a nice NORMAL sized portion of food. My dad got the bangers and mash, which he also agreed was a moderate food portion (and he didn't complain). Everyone else got the fish and chips. My parents and brother all got beer, as well. Mom didn't complain about her's, but my dad and brother agreed that they ended up with really tasteless beers. Jeremy got a hard cider and I got some girly drink with a glowing cube in it. Yeah. That's how I roll. (I like to play with the glowing cube, still.)
Jeremy and I made a pact to not return here. There are so many more interesting options at Epcot that we can scratch this one right off. He's eaten there every trip... and I might have, as well.
After that, my parents went back to nap (since it was just after 2pm!). I stuck it out with my brother and husband and we continued our mosey around the world. At France, we stopped for more booze - the Grand Marnier slushy and the Grey Goose Slushy, which we split three ways. Both of them were tasty and both of them had sneak up on you alcohol content. We watched one of the street shows and then continued to each country from there, looking at shops but otherwise just walking. My brother picked up a Sam Adams on tap at the USA pavilion, while I was too tired to continue drinking and J's stomach was a bit upset (hmm, marathon, greasy lunch, cider, and hard alcohol?). We had a nice time chatting with a lot of different people as we moseyed. There was a lot of people congratulating Jeremy on his marathon (he wore his shirt and medal), which was nice.
In fact, one older man actually pulled him aside, asking if he could touch the medal. WHY NOT? Wouldn't you know, he and his wife happen to live just a few miles from where we did, when we were in MA. He had run the half the day before (and was trying to figure out the difference between the white and grey shirts) and his wife, like me, was a spectator. She is also a wounded Desert Storm vet. Wow!! I think I remembered to thank her for her service to the country for us!
We rode the Maelstrom at Norway then the River of Time at Mexico (which, despite the addition of the Three Caballeros, was still ... hmm... well, you know) and then we hit our wall and headed back to the resort.
To me, Epcot seemed EXTREMELY busy. To my brother, it seemed so very quiet. I kept that in mind all week, when it seemed like it was getting busy. Really, it wasn't. Of course, there were a lot of tour groups there, and everywhere, all week. They were all South American groups of either families or teenagers. However, that was about it. We only noticed them because of the leader holding a flag and groups wearing the same t-shirts. Otherwise, they were unremarkable except for being everywhere. I never felt crowded, crowded out, intimidated, or put out by any of the groups, despite some apprehension on my part. As individuals, they were no worse behaved than any other park individuals (which really pretty much means things were fine).
Dinner Sunday night was at Boatwright's, at our resort, complete with pre-ordered cake. Our waitress was a doll, going over the menu in depth, telling us her favorites and the most popular items. At the end of the meal, she brought out the cake with a group of waitstaff and they all sang to us, after telling the restaurant we were celebrating our birthdays. I thought that was a cute touch - definitely was NOT our birthdays, but we were celebrating!
My mom had asked me to order the 8" cake, rather than the 6". If you have fewer than 10 people, DON'T DO IT! It was huge and we ate less than half. Yes, they boxed it up and sent it back to our room with us, but... are you kidding me? It was also a tasty cake. I was given two options when I was ordering cake - a vanilla cake with white chocolate filling/frosting or a dark chocolate cake with dark chocolate filling/frosting. I selected the dark chocolate cake, of course! (I should note here that we didn't eat another piece of it all week, since the
DDP gives you dessert with your meal!)
Three of us ordered the fillet medallions and the other two ordered the prime rib. My medallions came with asparagus, a hollandaise sauce (which I ignored), and mashed potatoes. My mom and I ordered our's medium and it was perfect - pink and basically not bloody. The asparagus was cooked tender-crisp and the mashed potatoes were very tasty. The prime rib didn't last either, so there were no complaints there! This was a good meal with a good waitress. It might have been one of our best meals of the week.
Needless to say, that night I crashed and crashed hard! I think I made it to 10pm, after having been awake since 2am! I'm too old for that sort of thing!
